A/N: Nudge moment! The Final Warning is HERE, guys! I am so majorly uber-excited. (Who cares if majorly isn't a word?) I'm done already. It's WAY too short. If anyone else has finished it, let me know and PM me so we can talk! Man, am I tempted to write a post MR4 fanfic, but alas, I have enough trouble writing two…maybe I can do it anyway…

I had hightailed it out of that death chamber and arrived at the cell where the rest of my flock was kept, panting, practically dragging Nudge behind me. Miraculously, the door was unlocked, and I threw it open, unwilling to believe my luck. "Fang, we need to get out of here," I said, ushering Gazzy out of the doorway.

He realized what I meant and his eyes widened slightly. His jaw set. "Max-" he started, but I, being the impatient and loving person I am, interrupted him.

"Fang, if we stay here, they'll find us. We're running out of time. We can't stay on Antarctica for the rest of our lives, which by the way, won't last very long if you don't do this." I looked at him, saw how tense he was, and changed tack. "Look," I said, making my voice less harsh, "I know this is really, really dangerous for you. Do you think that maybe you can just take two of us at a time?"

He looked at me, still with no expression on his face, even though I could tell just by looking at how his fists were clenched that he was freaked. That by itself was making me nervous – Fang and scared just didn't go together. Fang was never scared, or at least he never showed it. "Fine," he said tersely. "For the flock." I knew that he would probably be pissed off at me later, but what else was I supposed to do? Stay here and let my family be killed?

I don't think so.

"Max?" asked Nudge

Fang turned to me again. "Where?"

I shrugged, doing another 360 to check that there was no one following us, ready to rip us apart. Amazingly, there was still no one there, which was ringing alarm bells in my head. They couldn't possibly want us to escape. That made no sense. I pushed that thought out of my head and continued scanning, counting flock members, deciding what to do.

"If you can get us all to the same spot, I don't care if you bring us to Thailand," I told him. "Take Ig, Angel, and Total first. That way Iggy can watch her when you leave. I don't want to leave the little guys alone. Then Gazzy and Nudge, then me. I'll go last." (And yes, I know I said that the blind guy was going to watch - you know what? Never mind. I'm tired of explaining myself.) Fang nodded once and took a deep breath, still showing no emotion on his face. Angel sent a thought into my head that said, Fang is really scared about this.

I know, sweetie, I thought back. But it's the only way to get back home. What did he expect us to do, take a plane back to…wherever we were going?

"Let's get this over with," said Fang. "Iggy, Angel – ready?" They nodded. Angel took a hold of Fang's hand, cradling Total in her other arm, whose button eyes were squeezed shut, obviously not completely trusting Fang afterMr. Dark and Mysterioushimself almost died last time.

And – here was the weird thing – they vanished. I was expecting some warning or something, but as soon as Iggy's hand touched Fang's, they were gone. No preparation, no sonic boom – they just disappeared. If I hadn't known that it was Fang that caused it, I would have been on red alert right now, freaking myself out.

Okay, so I was still on red alert, but that's beside the point.

Agonizing seconds passed. Had they made it? Were they stuck in limbo or something? How long did it take to teleport people anyway? I did another 360. Still no one. That was getting creepy. There were no alarms, no footsteps, not even a whitecoat going off to experiment on some poor kid. It was as if they were avoiding our hallway or something. That was the weirdest thing about all this.

"Max."

I jumped about ten feet in the air. Fang was back behind me, coming down a different hallway. I hadn't even heard his footsteps. Relief flooded through me. He looked okay. He wasn't knocked out. Maybe we could do this. "Where are they?" I asked him.

"Our old house," Fang said. "It was the place I knew best. It's easiest to get there."

Gazzy and Nudge went next; Nudge with her eyes shut tight. It was a much shorter time period this time before Fang came back for me. He didn't overshoot to the next hallway this time, instead appearing right outside the door of our old prison. He was getting a lot better at this teleporting thing. He was a little paler now from the effort, but he was holding up pretty well. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly. "Thanks," I whispered.

He looked at me, a smile tugging at the edges of his lips. "As tempting as it was to leave you here…"

"Oh, shut up," I muttered.

"Ready?" he asked me.

"As I'll ever be."

And then – poof – there was nothing. I couldn't see the walls around us anymore, but it was dark and cold wherever we were, the way I imagined space would be like. (Astronaut Max!) It felt like there were winds rushing past us or something. Then suddenly, it was over. It had only taken maybe three seconds, if that. We were standing in the woods outside of our old mountain house. I could spot the flock up a hill in front of us. They were lighting a fire. Then I caught sight of our wrecked house, and my throat closed tight with memories. I felt like bawling for all the stuff that we'd lost, but I held it in. No way was I crying – again – in front of Fang. Maybe, once all of this was over, we could fix this place up. Come back and live here.

Yeah, right. Who was I kidding?

"Are you going to stare or are we going to meet up with the rest of the flock?" Fang asked from behind me.

I shook my head rapidly to clear it. "Sorry. It's just…"

"Seeing the house again."

I nodded. "Yeah. Exactly. It hurts, you know? All the stuff that we've done here…it seems like a million years ago we were safe with a home."

He slipped his arms around my waist and put his chin on my shoulder. "Yeah. I know what you mean."

I sighed and placed my arms over his. "We can't change anything. We just have to play with the cards we're dealt."

"Even if they suck."

I smiled reluctantly. "Even if they're horrible and there's almost no chance of you winning."

"Who said there was no chance?" he asked me, kissing me softly. He pulled away quickly and started off towards the flock, calling back over his shoulder, "Were you planning on making them worry or are you coming with me?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm coming, you weirdo." I followed him up the hill towards the flock and the fire.

"Max!" Nudge shouted once we reached her. "Oh my gosh! That was amazing! Did you see what he can do now? This is awesome! I mean, it's so amazing! I wish I could do that! If only he could take all of us at the same time without almost dying, all our Flyboy problems would be, like, solved instantly! Think about it: we're in the middle of a fight, right, and then – wait! Where are all the Flyboys? I don't know! And then Fang comes back and he's a total hero because he teleported them to Antarctica-"

"Nudge," I interrupted her. "Shut. Up."

"Sorry," she replied sheepishly. She mimed locking her mouth and throwing away the key, and I couldn't help but forgive her already – even though my ears were bleeding.

"Why didn't anyone try to stop us?" Angel wondered out loud, shaking out her wings and stretching her feet towards the fire. "Normally they turn out everyone and we have to fight to get out of there, but today there was no one. They just…let us go."

"I don't know," I answered truthfully, even though I hated saying those words. "Maybe they decided that they would just leave us alone for once." That was the biggest lie I've ever told, people. There was no way that they'd just forget about us. Don't I wish.

"I wish we could go back," Gazzy said softly, looking at the ruins of our house. "If the stupid School hadn't figured out where we were, maybe we'd still be happy. Normal." Well, we could never be exactly normal, but I got what he meant. We all wanted to be safe and in one spot, instead of constantly on the move every day.

I hugged him close. He was only eight. He didn't deserve this. My thoughts clouded with anger at his parents, who supposedly sold him and Angel to the School for money. How could they give up their own son? I mean, really, IMHO, they were the freaks. "I'm sorry, bud," I said quietly. "I really am. But you have us, and everything will be fine. I promise."

"Yeah, I know," he said, shrugging out of my hold. "But I still want to go back."

"Me too, Gasman," I sighed. "Me too."

"This is where you guys used to live?" asked Total. "Was it cool?"

"Unbelievably cool," I told him. "You don't even know."

"Better than France?"

I raised my eyebrows at his question, but answered, "Yeah, Total. Definitely way better than France was." I glanced at Iggy, who still hadn't said anything. I guessed that he was listening hard to the surroundings, because he had an intent look on his face.

"What's up, Iggy?" I asked. "What do you hear?"

"Nothing unusual," he said. "It just sounds so…familiar, you know? I missed it."

I sighed. "I know, Ig. I'm so sorry we had to leave." Remember when I could count how many times I've said 'I'm sorry' on one hand? Those days are gone, baby.

Later, I sent everyone off packing to the hay. I had to argue with Iggy for awhile, but eventually even he was asleep. Fang and I were the only ones left awake now, and I leaned against a tree and just took in everything that had happened. Things were insane right now. Even more insane then usual.

You're right, Max. And they're about to get worse, chimed in Voice numero dos.

I jumped and put a hand to my temple. Fang snapped his head around to look at me. "What?" he asked me. I held up a finger – I needed a sec to listen.

What do you mean, 'about to get worse'? That's pretty tough.

You'll see. Just wait. There are some things that you must do, Maximum, in order to be the best that you can be.

Funny, but I don't remember asking you for any advice, I thought snidely. God, this was getting old. I wanted to curl up in a ball and just make everyone go away. Why was everyone on my case all the time? Do this, do that. Maybe I don't freaking want to anymore!

It's alright.

Whatever.

I sat back against the tree again and sighed. Fang glanced at me. "Voice?"

"You have no idea," I said wearily. "I wonder what it would take to shut it up."

Fang shrugged. "Who knows? Ask Jeb."

I frowned. "I'm not asking him for anything. Not anymore. I still don't trust him all the way yet." Fang just shrugged again, leaned back against the tree, and closed his eyes, though I knew he wasn't relaxed or asleep. A few minutes passed with blessed, blessed silence. But then, of course, something had to ruin it.

Are you listening?

Funny. I think there should be words, but all I hear is this little buzzing…

Max, this is important.

Shove it. Don't care.

Max.

WHAT already? I snapped.

Kill Fang, Max. You must kill Fang.