AN: All right. This should be one of the last chappies!

Gah!

This story is so awesome, frustrating, amazing, zealous, entertaining, hilarious, romantic, lovable, huggable, kissable, need able, addictive, and wanting to be typed on some more and made into many sequels!

But all good things must come to an end!

Me not own:

Fang (unfortunately), MR, Jimmy Patters (lol), and Boo Radley from the book To Kill a Mockingbird.

FANG POV

The School, at least from the outside, was quiet.

No sounds were heard from within the building, which made me wonder if something had gone and wiped out every single being in that place.

If it had, then I would start whooping with joy.

Seriously, I was actually debating on whether or not to, when Angel piped up,

"Fang, there are voices inside. No one's dead."

I growled inwardly.

"At least not yet," Iggy smirked.

I grinned, nodding to him, as we took off, landing in a tree a few feet away from the cement-colored building.

If I wanted to, I could probably reach out and touch it.

That was how close we were.

"Ok. So who's the decoy again?" Gazzy whispered, watching as Iggy destroyed a few surveillance cameras.

"Nudge and you. You two are going to fly in an air duct and create chaos. Iggy will then place timer bombs to go off ten minutes after you two get inside the building," I explained,

"Angel and I are going to tackle with Jeb, to see what we can get out of him."

"Sounds like a plan," Iggy nodded, clicking something together, as he slung the backpack firmly around his shoulders.

"Show time?" Gazzy questioned, snapping open his wings, as Nudge did the same.

"Show time," I nodded, watching as the two little kids disappeared, landing on top of the building, as alarms started blaring.

Of course, it would take the Erasers a little while to get to them, and they would be in the ducts by then, slipping down the gas canisters through cracks.

"Let's go," I ordered, still feeling a bit jittery inside.

What would we find?

Was Max still there? Or had they… done something… with her already?

My stomach was knotting up as we sped off, Angel and I, towards the fifth level door.

Jeb's office was right around the corner, third door down on the left.

I kicked open the door, arms raised, as I surveyed the room.

It was disheveled, as if someone had been vigorously searching for a certain item, and the holes in the walls didn't help either.

"I… I tried to tell them to go away," A voice broke into the silence.

Well, not totally silent, since the alarms were still blaring.

I slammed the door shut, hearing troops run past, and then two animals moving in the ceiling above us.

Our animals, Nudge and Gazzy, as Angel yelled to not throw the canisters down into this room.

They moved on, their bangs and clangs fading, as Jeb turned to us, his face bloodied.

"They took it all. Everything. All my information."

I glanced down, still seeing papers everywhere, littering the floor, as if the recycling bins had just given Jeb a big "fuck you" and dumped all the papers back into his lap.

What?

It could happen.

Jeb noticed my glancing, as he sighed, continuing,

"Everything on Max. Her medical records, health information," Jeb's voice cracked again.

"What are you saying? Is that important?" I paused,

"I mean, like deathly important? What can it do if they have that?"

Jeb sighed raggedly, as if dreading to tell me.

And I dreaded to hear the next sentence.

"Fang, they can kill Max with that information. She's as good as dead if it's in their hands."

My stomach dropped.

There were two things about the conversations that were complete opposites.

One: Max was alive. If Max was already dead, Jeb wouldn't be so sad, and he wouldn't be talking about her in the present tense.

Two: Max could die.

Again.

And I couldn't let that happen. We had flown here to figure everything out and take her home, back with us, to find that she was…

"Wait, where is Max?" I stopped my thoughts, as Angel closed her eyes.

"She's not here, Fang!" Angel gasped.

Jeb nodded, sliding his hands into his pockets,

"You're right, Angel. She's not."

"Then where is she? We've got to help her! We have to!" I shouted, balling my fists up, as I stepped closer to Jeb.

He was going to tell me, now, if he knew what was good for him.

"I can't say, Fang. I'm sorry," Jeb smiled softly, and he really meant it.

But I guess he still didn't know what was good for him, as I hoisted him up by the collar,

"You will tell me where she is, Jeb, or I will kill you with my bare hands!"

Angel was going to interrupt, but Jeb spoke first.

"First of all, Fang, I can't tell you. It's a secret. Not even the School knows. And second, you won't kill me because you need me. I'm the only one that knows where she is located."

Jeb was right.

I swore under my breath, realizing this, as I dropped him back down onto the ground.

"Fine. What can we do? How can we get Max back?"

Jeb gave me a long, level look, as if summing me up, to see if I was good enough.

Which I am, just in case you were wondering.

"You've got to blow up this place. And leave me alone. I'll bring Max back to you all. After everything is safe."

"How long will that be?"

"Didn't you say ten minutes?" Jeb grinned, slipping a few things into a briefcase, as he slid out of the door,

"I will contact you once Max has been relocated."

I said nothing, just watching, as the man I knew to be my adopted father once upon a time, slid quietly out the door, into all the panic and chaos.

"Is he telling the truth?" I whispered.

Angel nodded, then announced,

"Fang we have five minutes."

I just bobbed my head up and down, walking over to where Jeb's office window held the world.

You could see everything from up here.

The giant mountains that rolled on, the swift desert, as the sun dipped behind another cloud that swam past in the blue sky.

This place would be so peaceful if it wasn't the reincarnation of Hell.

"Fang," Angel spoke to me with her warning tone, announcing that she was probing my thoughts.

No shocker there, though.

"Sorry, Ange," I told her, then added,

"But maybe you shouldn't go poking around in my head. You might hear some awful stuff."

"Like how you wanted to 'hold Max all night long and kiss her until oxygen wasn't even heard of'," Angel giggled, as I felt my eyes widen, and my breath quicken.

"Don't worry. I didn't tell Max about it."

"Why not?"

Usually, every time I thought something about Max, whether it be how stupid she was being, or how hot she looked in the dim sunlight, it was transferred over to the one person I would never want to hear those things.

AKA: Max, for all you brainless people out there.

"Cause she was thinking the same thing."

I grinned at this thought, then tried to hide it, but didn't succeed, as Angel giggled some more.

Oh, well.

"Ready, Ange?"

She nodded, snapping open her starch white wings, as I tossed a desk through the window, breaking it.

Slipping through the broken glass, we sped off, next to Gazzy and Nudge, into the nearest tree.

"Bombs away!" Iggy yelled, eyeing to make sure everyone was in the tree, before he dropped the explosive.

"So, where's Max?" Iggy questioned as he took off with the rest of the Flock.

"Somewhere," I grumbled,

"Jeb wouldn't tell us. He just said that he would notify us when he found her."

"And how long should that take?"

"Two to three days," Angel piped up, surfing by on her cloud-colored wings.

Iggy shrugged,

"Ok. So how to we want to blow three days without Miss Right and Mighty?"

I smirked, pointing to where a city lay below,

"Wanna go screw around?"

"FANG!" Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy exclaimed.

Even Total looked aghast, his Terrier mouth hanging open slightly.

"What? I didn't mean it like that!" I retorted.

God, what dirty minds these kids had!

"Besides, Jeb told us to stay away, so I guess we should go have some fun in the city. Fun Max wouldn't allow us to have."

"You mean like robbing banks and setting people on fire?!" Gazzy exclaimed, a cheerful and excited look on his face.

Demented little kid, isn't he?

"No, Gaz, just… like… annoying the shi- I mean- crap out of people," I barely caught myself at a look from Angel,

"Terrorize, basically, without anybody knowing who the vandals are."

"So, like Boo Radley, right?" Nudge asked.

Who the hell was Boo Radley?

"Um… sure. Yeah."

"Good. Well, then, can I call you Boo?"

Iggy started bursting at the seams, unable to keep his laughter contained.

Angel and Gazzy looked at us in confusion, and then raised their eyebrows, confirming that we had finally gone over the edge.

"Um… no."

I wanted to beat the crap out of Iggy, but then Max would yell at me, and wonder why.

And there was no way I was letting her find out about this one.

"Why can't you be Boo, Fang?" Nudge whined.

Iggy was about to choke, which I hope he did, then he wouldn't spill this information to Max.

"Because, Nudge, I don't want to be Boo. Drop it. I don't even know who the crap Boo is."

"Boo is-"

"I DON'T CARE WHO BOO IS!" I yelled, growing angrier as Iggy found his breath, and then burst again.

I didn't find this the least bit funny, so I flipped the tables.

Nudge was getting that 'crying' look on her face anyway, so I calmly finished,

"Iggy can be Boo."

The laughter stopped from beside me.

Smirking, I watched as Nudge beamed, flying over to Iggy, to discuss what kind of jobs 'Boo' had.

Afterwards, Iggy flipped me the bird, telling me to go somewhere, and mumbled,

"But you were her Boo first, Fang."

Nudge's Boo received a nice kick in the balls from Max's Boo.

AN: He, he, he. See? Nudge wanted Fang to be her 'Boo'. Boo Radley is from To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (which we just recently read in Honors English class).

:D

Anyway, there should be two more chappies, and then that's it.