The Disbanded: Divided We Stand-Chapter 20

By MyNameIsCAB

---Max's POV---

"Wait, Iggy is blind," I exclaimed.

"That might narrow down the search," Eli nodded. "A blind teen named Jeff."

Eli began to type in the search criteria. I glanced at Cal who was now on her own laptop, surfing the web.

"Hey, Blind Jeff the Amazing!" Cal pointed to her screen.

"What?" Fang asked.

"Blind Jeff the Amazing is a circus act in Tom Barceló's traveling circus," Cal read to us. "Watch him take on two grown men and win. The next place the circus is at is in Los Angeles near the boardwalks."

"Iggy, a circus act?" I frowned. Somehow, I didn't think he wanted to be classified as a freak.

"Maybe it's Ig's idea of a perfect cover up for him," Fang commented. "After all, that's the last place I'd look for anyone unless I had a good reason."

"I'm surprised there's nothing that says he has wings," I pointed out.

"Maybe that's not Iggy then," Messina offered. "Maybe it's just some other guy named Jeff who just happens to be blind. I mean, there's got to be other blind Jeffs."

"Yea, there are a lot," Eli said, frowning at his screen. "I doubt you'll find anything here."

"Wait a sec," Cal said. "I got watcher reviews, there's a really grainy picture probably taken from a cell phone with its terrible zoom."

We all crowded around Cal to take a glance at the picture.

"It's so blurry too," Mike sighed.

"It could be him. He looks so much taller compared to those two guys standing next to him," Fang said, hopefulness in his voice.

We must have spent a half hour debating whether it was Iggy or not. Eventually, Messina realized we were wasting our time this way.

"Okay, enough. There's only one way to find out, go to the circus!"

"I hate airplanes," Fang muttered as Messina and I carried him up the stairs. "It gives you a false sense of flying. Don't put me in a window seat."

We obviously weren't going to drive to Los Angeles. It would be too long of a ride. Mike and Eli had somehow gotten us a private jet. Right now, those two were in the cockpit trying to get the plane ready to take off.

"Okay, Fang," I sighed, sitting him in the aisle seat.

I went back outside to grab our bags and his wheelchair.

---Fang's POV---

I remember being on the plane to Boston. Getting off, my leg had been in so much pain. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad after this flight.

Eli emerged from the cockpit, a pilot's cap on his head. "Are we almost ready?"

"Max is just getting the rest of our bags," Ted answered just as Max came in again. "Never mind, we're ready."

She put the bags in the storage area and closed the door, sealing it. She came and sat down next to me.

"The last time I was on a plane was with Jeb, and you, and Dr. Martinez, and the rest of the flock," Max told me.

"What ever happened to Jeb?" I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe we should try to contact them. You know, maybe Mom can take a look at your leg," she suggested as the plane began to move forward.

So maybe I wasn't hopeless after all. "Yea, that would be nice if she could do something." I looked out the window. "It would be nice to fly again."

---Max's POV---

Fang had fallen asleep after taking his meds. Planes weren't exactly fun for me either. I thought they were a little cramped, but this plane was okay because it was a private jet and there were less seats and more space.

"You hungry?" Messina asked, handing me a bag of chips.

"Thanks," I said.

He nodded. "Four hours and we'll be in Los Angeles."

"What if we went there for nothing?" I asked Messina.

"It's better than not going and never finding out," Cal answered. "Even if it's not Iggy, won't you feel better to know that you're sure?"

"Yea, I guess," I said, opening the chips.

Cal tried to give a reassuring smile. "Besides, none of us have been to California in years."

That was true. The warmth was a change compared to the winter back in Massachusetts. California whether beat anywhere else all the time.

Arriving in LA, it was lunch time. Mike and Eli had a rental car waiting for us when we landed. Again, we were walking on the tarmac because it was a private air field.

"See, that flight wasn't so bad. You fell asleep," Cal said, as Fang sat down in his wheelchair.

I could tell that Fang was trying so hard not to be negative. "Yea, I guess so."