Here is chapter 25!! It is a REALLY long chapter and I hope you guys appreciate it! Can I get lots of reviews?! Please!! Please!! PLEASE!!

Chapter 24:

MAX POV:

I picked up speed as I saw the tall Oak come into view. The tree where I had hidden my gear was secluded and sturdy. There wasn't much of a chance my equipment had fallen out. I ran and ran, watching the tree get closer and closer. I was going to wait until nightfall to do my mission, but still, getting to my equipment faster felt like this would be done faster. Like in a few moments this would all be over.When I reached the tree, I didn't stop for a breath. I grabbed onto what looked like a sturdy branch and pulled myself up. I was not risking the chance of being seen flying right before bombing the Whitehouse. Even climbing up a twenty foot Oak was less noticeable than flying.

I took a long deep breath, grab the closest and what looked like the sturdiest branch, and began to climb. I heaved myself up, one branch at a time. Nearing the top, I grabbed onto another branch. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't as sturdy as I expected. I grabbed a hold of it, but it broke. My foot landed on a another branch with a deafening CRACK! I gritted my teeth as the first wave of pain shot through my foot. For a very successful hybrid experiment, I had very fragile bones. I guess it's the bird in me.After taking a few minutes to regain my balance and breath, I continued my way up the tree. I was very careful not to hit my ankle on the way up. We healed quickly, but if my ankle healed wrong, I would have to re break it. And that would be painful.When I reached the top I checked my gear for any possible lost items. All was accounted for so I just sat in the tree and waited. I passed time by people watching, thinking about the Flock, wondering where they were, and going over my plan. I longed for my Voice to say something, anything, to pass the time. Of course, he said nothing. It was a very long five hours.

When it was dark, I grabbed my pack, swung it loosely around my shoulders and shot up into the sky. The cool breeze against my body felt good, and I wished that my Flock was here with me to enjoy the freedom. I flew up, 50, 60 feet before I hovered momentarily to see what was happening around me. So far, it seemed that no one had noticed the avian hybrid lurking in their neighborhood, so it was all good. The Whitehouse was straight ahead of me, approximately two miles away. I flew higher up into the air, high enough so that the Whitehouse security cameras would not be able to spot me.

I was hundreds of feet in the air now, way to high for anyone with normal vision to see me. Now that I was high enough, I flew horizontally, getting closer to the Whitehouse. I put on a burst of speed, coming from my awesome ability to be able to fly at a high of 200 miles an hour. It reminded me of the time not to long ago, when Marian Jansen told the Chinese government how fast I could fly, amazing them. I scowled and held back a scream. If it wasn't for her, I probably wouldn't be here right now. She was the reason Fang was lying on a gurney, strapped down with tubes and needles stuck to his body. I winced and pushed the thought out of my mind and focused back on where I was going. I stopped suddenly, realizing that I was way over where I was suppose to be. I backtracked, making sure I was directly over the Whitehouse. Then, I took a big lungful of air and folded my wings in so they fit in with my spine. I dropped hundreds of feet, feeling the butterflies in my stomach and the wind blow hair and clothes upwards, exposing my stomach. I felt like I was on Drop Zone in Canada's Wonderland. Ok, so I've never been to Canada's Wonderland, but still, I've seen the commercials!! For the first time since I had been captured by the School, I felt happy and the excitement of flying. I mean, gosh, it really is truly amazing.I was broken out of my daydreams of Wonderland, when I noticed how close I was getting to the roof of the Whitehouse. 40 feet now, was the distance between me and the roof. 30, 20 feet...10...

WHOOSH! I opened my wings with 5 feet to go, slowing down my fall. Then I closed them again, falling 4 feet onto the building of the Whitehouse. My feet landed hard on the Whitehouse roof, sending another sharp pain in my right ankle. That was probably not the best thing for my foot...Ignoring the slight pounding in my foot, I unloaded my bag of supplies, laying them out in a neat row in front of me. I sorted through them, attaching things where they needed to be attached and unplugging things where they needed to be unplugged. When I was finished, the bomb was set and I all I needed to do was press a tiny little red button to set it off. Ya I know I know, how old fashioned spy movie could they get? But if my Flock got here on time, I wouldn't have to do that.

I set the bomb in position, double checking to make sure everything was fine. Then I leaned up against a part of the building and waited. And to be honest, I didn't know what I was waiting for. I couldn't just expect the flock to come running up to me, arms out, ready for a big group hug, could I? No, I didn't know when they were coming, how they could get my attention...I Angel to come to Washington, DC. How big is Washingto,DC? For those of you who don't know your Geography, it's big. I was stupid enough to tell Angel to meet me in Washington, DC. How pathetic was that? That was like trying to find a needle in a haystack!

I glanced at my watch. It was nine-o-clock. I had exactly three hours before this place had to be pieces on the ground.I let out a loud groan in frustration and got up, pacing back and forth on the small piece of building I had. I stopped my pacing momentarily to gaze out at the sky. Would I be able to see them? Would they know where to find me?I gave up my pointless pacing and sat back down. It was an eerie night, quiet and dark. The only sound was my ragged breathing and the soft, barely hearable sound of my watch ticking away. Tick tock, tick tock. I felt like Captain Hook, and the crocodile was getting closer, ready to eat me. Except in my world, the crocodile was the time, closing in one me, reminding me there wasn't more much time until Fang could be dead. I glanced at my watch again. 9:30 glowed bright green on my watch, taunting me. Night was taking over me like a blanket as it got darker and darker. I made myself into a little ball as I tried to make myself warmer. My clock had struck ten, and I had pretty much given up, when a soft voice spoke from above me."Max! Max!"I looked up into the dark sky to see Gazzy, Angel, Nudge, Iggy, Fang, and Total gazing down at me. Their eyes lit up, happy to see me. All eyes except one's.

Fang's eyes were darker than usual and cloudy. Reminding me of a few days ago when he was tired and longed for rest. It wasn't until my eyes adjusted to him that I saw his face was covered with cuts and bruises. Some, fresh, some not so much. I noticed Iggy and Gazzy were hovering as close as possible to him. Probably just in case he dropped out of the sky.They all landed next to me, one by one, pushing up against each other to avoid falling off of the roof. Not like it would matter to them. I gave each and everyone of them a long, hard hug before I moved on to Fang. Close up, he was worse than I thought. He was weak in the knees and looked like he was going to collapse any minute.

"Fang," I choked out, "are you okay?"

"The journey here was long, but I'm fine."

"Easy for you to say! Iggy interrupted. " You didn't have to carry yourself half of the trip!"

My eyes widened with fear as I turned back to Fang. Fang shot Iggy an "can't-you-see-I'm-not-trying-to-worry-Max,- you-idiot!" look.

Unfortunately for Fang, Iggy didn't see it.

"You collapsed when flying over here? Iggy carried you half the way?!"

Iggy interrupted again. "Only the first half. He wanted to fly the last bit so he wouldn't worry you."

Fang shot Iggy another look.

"Fang…" I trailed off, wet, silent tears forming in my eyes. I walked closer to him, careful not to fall off the ledge. When I reached him, I held my arms out and embraced him in a huge hug. He stiffened and didn't hug back. Probably too tired to.

"Fang," I started again, "I…I thought I lost you." The last part was spoken in barely a whisper. Only Fang could hear me.

I looked up at him, my dirty face streaked with tears.

He looked at me for a long time before he spoke.

"Max, I'm fine. We're all safe now." He said it reassuringly, not just to me, but to the rest of the Flock. He was letting them know too that he was fine.

He put his arms up to embrace me in hug and I buried myself deep in his chest.

There was a loud, exaggerated cough from behind us and I whirled around to see the rest of my flock staring at me.

"Oh. Um…" I blushed furiously, the red showing on my bruised cheeks. "What's say we get a move on, ok guys?"

There were many nods and I took one last glance at the bomb equipment sitting a few feet away from me. I picked it up and smashed it. Pieces of metal and glass flew every which way and my flock had to duck to avoid it. Then, I turned to them and opened my wings, Angel and Nudge having to move out of the way to make room for them.

I jumped off the Whitehouse roof, soaring into the air. I felt the swoosh of five other pair of wings behind me. I looked back at Nudge, Angel, Gazzy, Iggy, Total and Fang. They're wings moved powerfully behind me. I could feel every flap each of them took with their wings. I was off daydreaming in my own little world again, so I was surprised I hear Angel immediately when she called out for me in an earsplitting scream.

"Max! It's Fang!"

It's not over yet guys, don't you worry!