Chapter 19

I can't hardly wait to write the ending for this story. I assure you, it will be amazing!!! Anyway, I wanted to just go ahead and post the next few chapters, because....well, because I feel like it...

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The road to the drop-off hanger-at least, that's what Summer called it- was a long, and bumpy road. There was a small hatch above my head, opening up to the front of the van. I pulled it open.

"Gazzy, what are you doing?! Where are we going? Can your driving skills be any worse?" I cried out of the hatch opening.

""Shut up! It's this dirt road! It's full of pot-holes and bumps! I can't get the van to go over 25! I suggest you hang on, cause I think it's about to get worse!" Gazzy exclaimed, jerking the wheel to the left. The hatch banged shut as we hit another hole. Iggy fell to the floor of the van.

We all clung to our seats, and occasionally took a dive when we loosened our grip. I think I had 5 bruises by the time we reached the hanger.

Another bump, (which sent me flying into the wall), and then we were driving on smooth land. The buzz of Flyboy's became loud in our ears, and the van slowed to a stop. We could hear the Flyboy's starting to unlock the van doors.

"Get ready..." I whispered, tensing. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. This was it. It begins...now.

The doors swung open and we all launched ourselves from the van...and into a cloud of Flyboy's. I immediately went on the offensive, punching and kicking everything in my reach. A sharp blow to my stomach knocked the breath out of me, and I snapped out my wings. Zipping into the air, I tried to buy sometime to catch my breath. Five Flyboy's followed me.

I roundhouse kicked the first one to reach me. The robot spun out and crashed to the ground. Next, I slammed my fist into the second one's wing joint. The wing popped off. Literally. It went to join it's brother. The third and fourth one came at me from both sides.

Now, I think you know what happens next. It's the most obvious thing in the world, people!

I dived quickly, and the two Flyboy's hit each other head on. And broke into a million tiny robot parts. I grimaced. It was kinda gross.

The last Flyboy came at me with a gun. That shot out flames. Yes...a flamethrower. What did I do, you ask? Kicked his arm joint, causing it to malfunction and drop the flamethrower. I swooped down and caught it before it hit the ground. The Flyboy came at me with one fist raise, ready to strike. I pointed the gun at him and flamed him. It fell, sparks flying from it's body.

The rest of the flock was surrounded in a swarm of Flyboy's. I saw Angel kick one of the robot's head off. Nudge was busy dueling with two. Iggy was timing a bomb, while Gazzy fended off a robot in front of them. I looked for Summer. She was surrounded, struggling to stay in the air, but slowly failing. I flew towards her.

"Summer, straight up!!!!" I yelled, hoping she would know what I meant. She glanced at me, then struggled to rise above the mass of robots. I angled down to her, and reached out a hand. Summer grabbed it, and I hauled her into the air. She didn't weigh very much. Not surprising, with the crappy food this place probably had.

The Flyboy's came after us. After pushing her higher, I turned and let the flames fly. No pun intended. The whole swarm was engulfed in fire and fell, sparking and burning.

My dream flashed through my thoughts. Fire, everywhere, eating away at everything.

Then the flashback was gone.

I knocked off the head of a stray Flyboy, then flew over to Summer, who was hovering over my head. She held her side, but other than that, she seemed to be okay.

Summer's flying was choppy. Her wings moved raggedly, dropping her and rising her off beat. Her fierce look of concentration told me that she had little experience with even flapping her wings. I checked her side, then told her to keep applying pressure. She nodded.

Then Gazzy screamed something.

"Duck!"

I wrapped an arm around Summer's waist, then dived toward the ground as fast as I could. A small shriek came from her lips, and I pulled out at the last possible second. We hit the ground and skidded into the back wall of the hanger. Just as we hit the ground, an explosion ripped the air apart.

We covered our heads, trying to stop flaming robot parts from hitting us. With a whoosh, smoke and soot covered us and we stood up after the flames died out, coughing.

"Report!" I choked out.

"Here!" Gazzy and Iggy said in unison. They came out from under the van.

"Here!" Nudge cried, running towards us. She was dragging, half carrying Angel, who seemed to be unconscious.

"What happened?" I cried, when Nudge laid Angel down. I bent down, and tried to prod her awake.

"A robot hand came out of no where, and hit her in the head!" Nudge exclaimed. Iggy flushed, since his bomb had blown up the robots.

Angel began to stir. She moaned, and put a hand to her head.

"You okay Angel? Everything still in your head?" I asked her gently.

"Yay...yay, I'm good. Just a bump. Can we get going now?" she muttered, sitting up. I nodded, proud of her. My little Angel. Who wasn't so little any more.

"Uh, guy's? We should probably find that air duct.....cause....well.." Nudge stuttered, then pointed to where the hanger was open. It seemed that our "small" scuffle had attracted the attention of a "few" Flyboy's. Pardon my sarcasm.

An army of Flyboy's were racing toward us. We got up, and ran for out lives.

"Lead the way, Summer!" I yelled. She nodded and took the lead, running into a hallway that branched off from the hanger. We passed a few rooms, then stumbled into a room with the number 2929 on the door. It was a closet. But the whole ceiling was a grate. Summer reached up and pushed against the vent. It cracked, then slid open. Climbing on to a box, she pulled herself up into the duct and started to crawl away. I went next, then Angel, Iggy, Gazzy, and last was Nudge.

Echo's of "Annihilate!" followed us through the air duct, but the Flyboy's were to big to fit in it.

My immediate adrenaline rush was over, but I was still tense. Any minute, Summer would stop, and then it all depended on how quick we were....how good we were.

The vent was hot, stuffy, and cramped. We barely fit....but fitted all the same. My claustrophobia kicked in. I got a frenzied desire to start thrashing around and scream, but cut it off. I had to remain in control. Occasionally, we would here the buzz of Flyboy's, and a dent would appear in the vent. They were trying to punch threw the duct. After about the fifth time this happened, I began to worry. We would be sitting ducks if they trapped us in this air duct.

"Don't worry, the Flyboy's can't punch threw this duct. The metal is a combination of steel and titanium. Practically nothing can penetrate it," Summer explained, when I asked her about it. How she knew this, I had no idea, but I trusted her. We kept crawling.

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Eventually, Summer stopped.

"This is it," she whispered, pointing at the vent to her left. I crawled past her, and kicked the grate open. Jumping down, I gasped, trying to shake off my claustrophobia. The others climbed out rapidly too.

Around us was a typical scientific lab. White, smelled of cleaning supplies, (which was sickening), and full of testing materials. With one exception. A big tank full of green liquid. With Fang floating in the middle of it.

There was also one other teensy change to the setting. A rack of medieval weapons hung on the wall. Seeing my gaze fall on the weapons, Summer began to explain.

"Not only are they making us weapons, but they are trying to turn old style weapons such as swords, bows, lances, etc...., into high tech weapons for the future. They are adding things like flames, lasers, tracking devices, you name it. All to try and enhance it. Make them super weapons. So they can carry out their By-Half Plan with less resistance. Or so they hope," Summer said, looking terrified. And she had a right to be scared. I was too. But this was just one more thing we had to deal with. In the end, we would deal. Bet your life on it.

We ran over to the tank that held Fang. I roundhouse kicked it, but my foot only glanced off the glass, sending me stumbling backwards. We all threw our weight against it, but not even a scratch appeared.

Panting, Angel glared at the glass tank.

"What is this tank made of!? We can't do anything to it!" Angel huffed.

Gasman grabbed a nearby chair and busted it over the glass. Nothing. He gaped at me.

"What the crap???!!!!" he swore.

"Awhhhhh! I see you have vound ouhr new technohlogy!" a man said from behind us. We spun around, fist's raise. Ter Borcht stood before us.

"Ooohhhh! So, you've discovered glass! Yay, great discovery! It will totally effect society! Trust me, I know...I'm from the future!" I said dramatically. It wiped the smile of Borchy's face.

"Sahd, vreally. I have hoped zat you vould have changed ovah thez yearz. Pity. I von't miss you ven you're gone," ter Borcht said snidely.

"Oh, please don't be sahd. What ever "sahd" is... If it makes you feel any better, we won't miss you either. Especially when we kick you butt to Pluto!" Nudge said cheerfully. Ter Borcht flushed angrily.

"You vill vrue this day foh saying thaht," he growled. Flyboy's began to stream into the room.

"The Snichahr's bahr's vare lahphing aht you!" Gazzy mimicked.

And we did. We laughed in the face of death.

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