Me: Oh my Fang! I am so sorry! I didn't realise it had been this long since I had updated! I am a terrible author... –hangs head in shame-

Fang: Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming, what do we do, we swim, swim, swim!

Me: Sorry about that too... We're watching Nemo!

Fang: So with the story, just try to keep up... I had a hard time doing so, you may need to re-read this a few times to understand it fully...

Me: I wrote it and I had to!

Fang: So as always she owns nothing... But her brand new iPod touch, phone and of course me... To an extent..

Me: So on to the story!

Chapter 21

Dylan POV

Itex HQ

"Good work, son. I am glad to say that your mission has been a success until this point, and it is almost all over," he said in a rather monotone voice. He didn't really seem to care all that much, although it was through about thirty-two different devices, including a few voice disguisers and a couple more computers. It was all for 'security' so I couldn't do anything about that but go along with it all. Besides, it wasn't too bad. After all, if he was protected from anything, it reassured me that I would be too. And I felt safe with these guys, they were like my family, and everyone trusts their families, right? Well, unless they get to choose out of two. Then you can trust either of them, both or neither. But this was all about trust and because I trusted them; I believed in them like they believed in me.

Come to think of it, I didn't even know his name! But I wasn't allowed to, and I'd been taught not to question it, so I didn't. "I am so proud of what you have become in such a short time. Everything we were expecting from you has been accomplished and so much more." I felt somewhat satisfied about what he was telling me. I knew I had done it all, and I was glad that someone was recognising it. That was around about the first time that someone had actually acknowledged me for what I had achieved. "We are all counting on you, Dylan. Everything will fall into line after tomorrow night, and as you said everything will be better with Fang gone." I thought about what Max's reaction would be when she found out that I killed him. With any luck she would see she was better off without him, and that she needed me. I was counting on that, like they were counting on me.

What? You actually thought I was a good guy? Ha! I've always been one of them. Since the day I was cloned! My original worked for them and when he died they created me to continue his work. I was the only one who knew everything that he did, and I was the easiest thing to genetically enhance ending at this age straight up. They could've done what they did to Ari, but that was counted as child cruelty. Plus it was easier like this, anyway. It was easier living a second life. They said he would get to live again, with a better life more enhanced. It was true, actually they'd never once let him or I down or lied to him or me ever, so why shouldn't I repay them by doing as the requested, and eliminating the 'good guys'.

We really were the good guys, not them. They thought they were so cool doing all of that; thought they were so brilliant, being recognised worldwide and what not, but in reality they were killing the Earth. We were saving it. His work in the first life had been put straight into my mind, the life he had and everything he knew. He had left so much behind, but then again I hadn't. They had all promised it back to him, and I had gotten it. Every last piece of what he had, everything he knew and so much more. I had been genetically enhanced, getting more powerful strength, speed, sight and hearing, I had been given wings, the ability to self heal and I was placed straight into a new mission. Unlike most new enhancements that have to be checked for reliability, cooperation and that have to be trained, I was given my line up without delay. I had also gotten to choose what I got and where I went with it.

I know what you're thinking, Dr. Hans Gunther-Hagen? He was one of us too. It just so happened that Jeb still had alliances, with us or so he thought. He assumed himself to be safe. He was far from it. He was just another part in my elaborate plan. He too would be taken out soon... But Fang more important for the mission.

"We are immensely appreciative for you, Dylan," a female, I think, said. Once again I had no idea of her name, whereabouts or anything. But like I said before, protocols are protocols. Not designed for people to like, but for all of our safety. So long as we all followed everything that was asked of us we would always remain safe from any harm.

"Yes, we are. If there is anything we can ever do for you once this mission has finished, just say the word and we will have it done for you," the man spoke again. I considered his offer, before instinctively rejecting it. I couldn't ask for anything from them, not after the joy they would give me from getting to kill Fang. Oh, there was going to be nothing better than completing this mission. It was so brilliantly planned! I had gained their trust and gotten them to bring him to me! So therefore, I could kill him just however I wanted to, because I could do anything without him being able to stop me. Since they brought him back to them, he wasn't going to leave on them. Not without a good fight, anyway.

"But first, the final stage of your task. Eliminate Fang." As the woman spoke, a second small earpiece, a Glock 18, a small pocket knife and a long tangle of rope popped out from a draw that slid out. "These are your tools. Use them as you please. We will keep contact with you via the earpiece, if you wish to." I looked them all over, one by one. It was too clear which one I would use. It would grant me the most pleasure from his death. And I don't really think that anyone would be wanting another fight, not after what happened last time. And trust me, I could get a hell of a lot worse if needed.

"Thanks, but this is all I need," I said picking up the weapon. The draw slid back into place, and I placed the weapon into my pocket. "Requirements?"

"Well, leave no room for mistake; do not alarm anyone else within the premises, especially not Max, and Dylan," the man paused. "Make sure the job is done properly. Those kids have similar enhancements to you too, so do not let him survive." Why would I?That would just give him a chance to come back at me and ruin everything. And that would not do, not at all.

But I wasn't allowed to argue like that, so I simply agreed back with him. "Yes sir," I saluted. I could never do without the strictest of behaviour. It was all that was expected and I knew that they would treat me with the same respect as they always have. They always respect me and give me the leniency neccesary to finish the job. It's like they always say, treat others as you wish to be treated. It really applies to me and my circumstances.

"Good luck," they chanted, before I heard a beep signalling they had logged out and I was free to go. All that was left to do was to walk back out, survive the night and take Fang out tomorrow night.

As I walked out I saluted the guards and picked up a few things from the cafeteria, that being three sausages and two kebabs. It wouldn't be enough to fill me right up, but it would sustain my energy until tomorrow night. I walked back out and headed for the cave that I had hid in earlier. It was far enough away that I wouldn't be seen, noticed or heard, but I could still see and hear them most of the time. And when I couldn't, I had to reply on the microscopic earpiece that linked me to the camera I had hidden in Fang's room. It would, hopefully, alert me of any implications that could jeopardise the mission. I just couldn't afford for that, not now. Not with how well everything was going for me, I was on task too well for them to stuff it up now. I had my next moves planned out.

So as I flew back and ate my snack, I was practically jumping with adrenalin. Oh, tomorrow was going to be some serious fun and I was going to enjoy every second of it. It was going to be brilliant. This was all that I could think about on the fly back. I was too excited about getting to kill Fang. I was needing the chance to get it over and done with. My Christmas wish, so to speak, was to get this done. To kill him. After my months of waiting for this to happen, after waiting for my chance to get this over and done with. And to fix everything with the Flock. And to make Max feel the safest she can. And to get all of them to feel so much safer than they ever did with Fang around. And safer than they ever will.

By the time I had landed and eaten the sky was a dark black. My guess was it was after eight, possibly even nine, so I laid down with anticipation for tomorrow's revenge.

Me: So what did you think?

Fang: -busy re-reading... again-

Me: I hope it was good, but it really gets better soon... Oh and my excuse for not updating is that my computer cord has died and I ran out of charge, so I couldn't write or update... And although you can reach the net from the iPod, you can't update the story from it... –sniffle-

Fang: I think I finally get it... Dylan is turning super evil!

Me: Turned super evil, you mean. He was always like this...

Fang: Okay, so we all get that Dylan is the reason she couldn't post, right?

Me: Sure, Fang... Let's go with that... So the winner of the PLQ was Beanbag101, she said that she would make Fang go out with her... I can't blame her, because I would do the exact same thing! This PLQ is on hold... I have another chapter to come up in a minute... Except... Well you'll just have to wait and see... I'll have it up within the hour!

R&R!