So here are your choices

a) I give you a long boring explanation as to why this is a week, late, and this weeks will be skipped

b) I say I'm super sorry, you say oh okay just don't do it again, I say promise, you read, you review, and then we get to the shocking part where the ink stains-(I can explain that if you want)

c) other-just you better review and tell me what this is.

I choose B so, here we are I AM SORRY please FORGIVE me I beg you-see I'm down on my knees, begging!! PLEASE, I am SOOOO SORRY.

enjoy...

"Morning Max!" Angel exclaimed excitedly as I sat at the table groggily, but freshly showered.

"Hi, Ange."

Today we were going to meet with Emil and Vince, just to lay out a plan, share info, you know, the basic 'how are we going to save the world?' stuff. I was actually incredibly nervous about this.

"Nudge, is that coffee?" I asked wearily, she had just sat down with a plate piled high with food and a full-to-the-brim mug.

"Yup!"

My eyebrows rose.

She hurriedly added "Its decaf Max, I checked."

"Oh." One crisis averted already.

Soon we all packed into a conference room with Vera, Emil and Vince. There was a huge Victorian style meeting table, and we were all grouped at the far end closest to windows, with the snow swirling around wickedly outside.

"Is there anything else you guys want to know about us?" I asked, I needed somewhere to start, especially since I was incredibly jittery today, I think it had something to do with the cold.

"No." everyone shook their head.

"Okay good. I guess we should probably tell you how we got to Russia of all places." I took a breath. "Okay, so after Germany we settled down at my Mom's house. Then flyboys came and ruined everything again. So we ran to Chile, where things really started to happen. We formed an alliance with their government; I hope that doesn't bother you… Then we lived with my mom's sister, and her family-and Mom and Ella came down to join us. While we were staying there Jeb found us, and some unpleasant stuff happened." I let Fang take over.

"One day Jeb wanted to talk to me about how I was bad for the flock. And he tried to kill me; apparently he was upset I killed my mother - Anne Walker, on accident and to preserve my own life." Fang's hands balled up and he sighed closing his eyes.

"Just I heard Fang scream, and ran in to see what's wrong."

"Max, ran in front of me stopping Jeb from…hitting…me."

"Instead he cut me from my shoulder down to my hip." I traced the line were my scar was, then lifted my shirt slightly, showing the bottom bit of the scare. "So I was in a hospital for a bit, then when I was still recovering flyboys came, and we were on the run again. When Jeb cut me he was put in Chile's jail, and 'the Max' card bank account was abstracted from his possession, and all the money was put on a new debit card in my name. So we are now total billionaires, so please don't feel bad about us buying our own stuff. Oh and right, my uncle is a total big name in Chile, they are helping as much as possible. From Chile we took a short tour of some islands off the coast of South America, and then randomly decided to come here, where we met you."

Everyone just nodded. "So what do you need help with?" Vince asked ready to get down to business.

"Well, we need to borrow a spaceship, to get to Itex's satellite bomb, we need transportation to Antarctica, and we need back up in China." Right, that's our plan, split up.

"Borrow a spaceship? Are you crazy?" Vince sounded upset.

"Yeah we probably are." Iggy admitted but then added "But completely sane at mind, I assure you."

"Well, can you tell us why you need a spaceship?" Vera asked, she sounded hesitant.

"Yeah, because Itex has a big bomb somewhere in outer space, that Iggy and Gazzy need to get to disable. Yes we can fly, but we can't fly THAT far, plus the air would probably be too thin and stuff. Anyways this might explain why Itex used your space program."

"You are American right?" Vince asked.

I shrugged, "Probably-we think we were born in Death Valley, California, but really there's no way to know, we might have been born in Germany or Croatia, or Iran or…" I stopped. "We really aren't citizens of anywhere, as far as America is concerned, the government isn't really sure we are real." I think that made sense.

"Okay, then you grew up in America right, you are used to their customs, and you know their language. Why don't you just go to NASA?"

"Because we don't trust the American government, because when we did trust them we ended up living with another mad scientist. And because we are here." Fang sounded upset, I knew he hated our time at Anne's, and I knew that he felt super guilty about killing her, and I knew he blamed the US for her (just because she said she was FBI).

I knew he blamed the US for not stopping the school (not that is was just only them, there was Germany, that one Island in South America, China, here, pretty much every country in the whole wide-world).

So I can understand where the passion in his voice was coming from, but Vera and Emil looked a bit startled, Vince looked proud.

Why did Vince look proud? Okay I admit this is a bit off topic, and a total guess but I think it is because since the 'race to moon', the Russian and American Space programs have been rivals wanting to be the biggest and the best, and since Vince is prime minister he has some control over Russia's space program.

We were saying we trusted him more that the country we were familiar with (you could say born in, citizens of, but I'm not so sure how true that is) so of course he would be proud.

"Okay, I see what I can arrange." Vince was still smiling like an idiot, and I was surprised how easy that was.

"What else did you say you needed?" Emil asked, ready to get down and dirty with business.

"We need transportation to Antarctica, and back up in China." I paused, waiting for a reaction, but there wasn't one. "We think that their base is in China, kind of like a bigger Germany, where they are manufacturing Flyboys, and maybe starting to sort through the population deciding who is good enough to stay alive when they bomb earth via the satellite that Gazzy and Iggy are going to disable. The people who they see fit to live, on their new and improved Earth, will be sent to Antarctica for safety and God knows what."

Angel chipped in. "We think they might mutate the people who they send to Antarctica, to make them, stronger, or smarter, or give them wings, or…well they can do a lot. And, they might also kill people for experimenting."

"So we need to shut down what ever they are doing down there. So we need to get there, and again, even though we can fly, it's a long distance. We can probably get to South Africa by ourselves, because we'll have land to rest on, that's at least a 10 day flight, at our fastest. From there we will need help. We also need back up. It would be nice in Antarctica, but not necessary, and it is most definitely needed in China. Who knows what we will deal with there."

"You got it." Are these people crazier than us? Apparently, they aren't even questioning our judgments. That is something, big hat gov. people listening (without question) to a bunch of kids.

"Really?" Fang asked skeptically.

Angel answered for them. "They are sure. They like living, and they have guessed we and you Max aren't the kind of person to pick a fight with."

"Thanks." I mumbled, before shaking my head at Angel.

The rest of the meeting was planning timing, and budget, and training (I am NOT sending Gazzy or Iggy into space without some sort of astronomical training). Pretty boring stuff, but it will be worth it.

So... I know this chapter was kind of boring and what you would expect, but I need to get through the planning parts to where they start kicking ass, and eat those bones I dropped, to those of you who asked (if you want that offers still up, due to my repeditive tardiness)'

PLEASE REVIEW, and tell me how I can pay you back for my lateness.