I'll be back in a few days so I can hopefully write and get up another chapter, as always.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.

Angel's POV:

"This is so freaking cool," Gazzy breathes, stretching his newly rediscovered wings out wide. He wiggles his feathers that are at the tip of his wing, and then gently pats me with his wing. I smile, eager to get a move on.

"We need to fly," I tell him.

"But…I don't know how," He says, wrinkling his brow.

"It'll come naturally. You have your memories, right?" I pause, waiting for confirmation. He nods. "Then you should remember that you did this all the time and it was fun. So let's go!"

Gazzy turns, still hesitating. I tap my foot impatiently- the longer we stayed, the bigger the risk that we were captured. When my foster mom helped me escape from my house, she promised me a week of time before the School figured out that I was gone. The one week was up- we needed to scram, or we would be caught like flies in honey.

"My parents," Gazzy says finally. I almost cry out in annoyance.

"Gazzy, you know they are not actually your parents! You have your memories back!" I plead.

"But they're nice," He frowns adamantly. I clench my fists tightly, resisting the urge to reach into his mind and figure out what he was thinking. But I wouldn't break my pact to not read his mind, not for this. I could convince him the regular people way.

"It doesn't make you mad? The fact that they lied to you and took you away from your real family?"

"I don't think they had a choice," Gazzy whisper softly. He steels himself. "Fine. Let's go."

I unfurl my wings and start to rise in the air. The Gasman watches me for a few moments and then copies my movements exactly, rising in the air beside me.

"You're right," he agrees, "this is natural."

I simply nod in agreement, and we fly in silence for a while. Eventually, Gazzy breaks it. "Where are we going? How are we going to find the others?"

"Fang and Iggy already ran away from 'home.' They probably went to find Max, first. Nudge is in Boston,' I tell him. Taking note of his perplexed expression, I explain before he can ask. "It's a perk of being a mind reader. My parents thought about this all the time."

"How could we not see our wings?" Gazzy asks after some thought. "Making us forget is easy, but how did they make our wings invisible, to us and everybody else? And I think I would have figured it out if I touched my back and felt feathers, so how did they make them un-feel-able?"

I shrug, if that's even possible when you're flying. "I don't honestly know. It's kind of scary that science has advanced that far."

Gazzy snorts. "The scary part isn't science developing so much; it's that the School has developed it to that extent while the rest of the world is left behind."

I turn to look at him. "That's true. We need to stop that."

Before I can begin planning, Gazzy interrupts. "Don't go all crazy ruler of the world on me now. That needs to be stopped, yeah, but finding the rest of the Flock comes first."

"Of course," I reply. "But it would be awfully convenient if the two thing were tied together- and we got them both done at once."

Lost in thought, I don't notice the creature coming at us. And ever since I promised Gazzy I wouldn't intrude on his mind, I had literally turned off my mind reading- so I didn't see the Eraser tackle Gazzy till I heard the scream in his throat and turned.

Max's POV:

"Where is Angel?" The whitecoat asked me.

"You know," I drawl, ignoring the pain in my stomach. "I would really like to know the answer to that question too. And then if I could call up Fang and Iggy and let them know, that'd be nice too."

Another kick to my stomach by a Flyboy. Oof. I clench my fist so that I don't make a sound. After an hour or two of leaving us alone, the white coats had finally made the time to see Nudge and I, but all they wanted were stupid answers. Answers that I would never give. Where was Fang? Did I remember everything? As if I would tell them. And they didn't answer a single of my questions, namely, how did they find us, were we still being controlled, and what were their plans for us.

"How did you know the youngest girl was in Oregon?" The white coat monotoned. I let the wave of hate wash over me. If there wasn't a sheet of glass between us, a bunch of rope tying me to the chair and three Flyboys holding me down and kicking me, I would have leapt up and attacked her. It wouldn't even mess up her face that bad- it was already so pinched and old, the only thing I could possibly do is make it look better.

"Angel is in Oregon?" I asked fake excitedly, bouncing slightly in my seat as far as my binds allowed. "Gee, we were just going for a change of scenery, maybe take a hike in the mountains. That's great news!"

Ooof. Another kick to the stomach. Part of me was mad that they were resorting to such primitive punishment. Honestly, nothing they did would make me give those answers to them. And it didn't even make for a cool story!

What could I say? Oh, by the way, I got captured and these ugly creatures kicked me in the stomach a bunch of times. What a dumb sounding story.

"Will you give us any answers?" The whitecoat asked. Was that a hint of...annoyance I heard? Naw, there was no way that could be it. Me? Annoying? Yeah, right.

"Hm," I say, pretending to consider. "Probably not. I mean, you could try bribing me with chocolate chip cookies. That might work. They have to be homemade though."

The white coat shakes her head in disgust and motioned for the Flyboys to let me go.

"She isn't going to give us answers, and she can't be hurt too badly or else the tests won't work." My ears perk up immediately. Tests? What tests? I strain to hear her voice but she doesn't elaborate.

She goes on about some nonsense, but I pay attention anyway, just in case something pertains to me. "The emotional scanners are still broken. Fix it. And then repeat procedure 117A on both of the two subjects, but without the precautionary implants this time. Hopefully we can get the other soon, but by then it is essential that we figure out which tests work most effectively on the generation."

She pauses, probably listening to something that I cannot hear. When she speaks again, dread courses through my body.

"No, it doesn't matter that she's leader. She hasn't actually been leading, which leads me to assume that her memories have not come back to her. The older boy has been doing all the leading recently. He's our main target now. Yes, it was in the report submitted by F32."

Older boy. Fang. Target.

The whitecoat frowns at whoever she is talking to. "Don't be stupid, there are six of them. It doesn't matter if one or two are damaged beyond repair."

Oh, crap.

A/N- Could that possibly be foreshadowing that I see? I wonder if it's telling you to review?