I know it hasn't been long, but we found something.

The extremist group, Salvation, had a website—which is essentially exactly like Doomsday Group propaganda. It talks about everything that's been happening—the plague in LA, the earthquakes, the temperature changes, etc. I'll put some of it in now.

IF YOU ARE READING THIS, WE KNOW THAT YOU CARE. GOOD FOR YOU! NOT MANY DO ANYMORE. YOU CAN SEE IT EVERYWHERE—IN THE WEATHER, IN THE SICKNESS, THE SUFFERING OF THE WORLD—THE WORLD NEEDS TO START OVER. WE NEED A FRESH START. JOIN SALVATION TODAY—AND HELP SAVE THE WORLD!

You get it.

"Is it all like this?" I asked Nudge and Halley when they showed me the website.

They nodded grimly. "I started to feel sick after about ten minutes," Halley admitted.

"Where's Astrid?" I asked.

Halley pointed up the tree. Astrid sat on one of the top branches, probably the highest one that would hold her weight. I flew up and sat down one below her. "What do you want?" she asked. She hasn't really talked to me much. I think she's still mad about me telling her to help me—it wasn't even really an order. I guess she's just sensitive.

"We found the Salvation site," I told her.

"Great. Anything other than propaganda?" she asked.

"They're looking."

"Tell me when they find something," she sighed, turning away. I groaned.

"I know you don't like me," I told her. She nodded. "That's okay. I don't like you either. Do you think I like anything about this situation? A bunch of kids I don't know, my ex-boyfriend, and a couple clones hanging around my flock? But I'm dealing. Because we need to fight Salvation, and one of us can do it without everyone else here. Just keep that in mind." I flew back down. After about ten minutes, Astrid followed.

"Grant, help Nudge and Halley," Astrid said.

"I don't know a thing about computers, Astrid," he complained, standing up and actually speaking for the first time I'd seen this whole time.

"You can probably trace leftover feelings from the people who were on the site," she said. "I think that's what they're doing anyway."

"How did you know that?" I asked her. Astrid shrugged.

"Grant does it with other stuff, books and things. I guessed."

"He can do it, too? Why can they all do it?" I asked.

She looked at me oddly. "You don't know about the Project?"

"Project?" I asked.

"She doesn't know, Astrid," Maggie warned.

"What's the Project?" I insisted.

"They call it The Angel Project," Maggie said. I glanced at Angel. "Yeah, she's a big part of it. I can't believe Jeb didn't tell you."

"Jeb didn't tell me a lot of things," I said, now very annoyed. This sounded kind of important. "What's the Angel Project?"

"It's why a lot of the younger Gen 54s have more abilities, or more useful ones," Maggie said. "Jeb headed the Project, along with Ter Borcht. I can tell you later, with less… people around."

I nodded reluctantly, deciding that maybe if Angel didn't know yet, she didn't really need to, if she's part of it. It might be bad and I don't want to spring it on her. Right now, Grant, Halley, and Nudge are working on tracing Salvation and Fang went to go get lunch with Iggy. Maggie, Angel, Gazzy, Austin, and Jeanne seem to have their own club now—I would be happy that they're making friends if I didn't think something else was going on. They were all constantly together, but they just didn't look like they were having fun. And Angel's caused trouble in the past, and Maggie seems like an extreme form of Angel back then—I don't know, it creeps me out. I'm just going to post this now, I'll let you know if they end up tracing them. I wish Maggie would tell me now instead of later, but I guess that she

Crap. I have to go. I'll explain later.

—Max