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Not quite sure how many more chaps we will have, but I don't think any more than 5. I'll keep you posted.

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-ellie

MAX

It's been one year since 29 left us. The pain was still there, but we had used her leaving as fuel. Everytime I threw a punch at an Eraser, we did it for her. For all she had done for us.

Fang and I were pretty content. Not over-joyed at the arrangement we had, but content enough.

The first two Itex's were pieces of cake. With the help of Voice/Jeb (he told me his identity. I don't believe him. He said we'd meet him again at the last Itex. He's always been one for the dramatic.)

Right before we broke into the second one, Angel voiced a good question: Where were all the experiments?

Eager to prove his good intentions, Jeb/the Voice answered. He explained that only one Itex actually made the experiments. That's where we were born, raised, and brought to when we had been captured. He refused to tell us whether or not it had been destroyed.

Anyway, the first two were pretty easy. We finished off all of their Erasers (they had about 20 apiece), and then evacuated the building under the pretense of a fire drill.

Well, fire there was.

Iggy and Gazzy built both bombs. They were the mothers of all bombs. There was not a scrap of paper that survived.

Those two Itex's were done.

The third and final branch was a little different.

It wasn't the company Itex.

It was the School.

The very same one we grew up in, where I was held and met 29, home sweet home.

To Iggy's disappointment, there were no bombs in this one.

I was at a loss. I knew that by destroying the buldings, I wasn't destorying the company itself. I needed something concrete to bring them down.

I just had no goddamn idea what the hell it was.

But, like many other times in need (I'll admit it, albeit grudgingly, the Voice has been helpful. Sometimes.) The Voice stepped in to assit.

The Voice revealed a document. It was called Byhalf Chronicles.

Sounds like a book, no? Well, it basically is all the information about the Byhalf plan, us, all other mutants, everything Itex has done. For reasons of their own, they made two copies: one, we destroyed in Germany. The second is in the last branch.

It was the only copy left. It wasn't saved on any computer. Just one small manilla folder, innocent though it may seem.

It was all the School and Itex worked for. Their big ideas, their plans.

We would use it to destroy them.

We were ready.

FANG

Even after Max and I decided to wait, we still spent more time together. We took care to not completely let it show for the sake of the younger kids.

We had to be content with stolen glances, and hidden smiles. It was okay for now. But when that document was destroyed, I don't think I would be able wait more. Everytime I saw her, I felt I just needed to hold her. And be held by her.

That kiss we had at the cave years and years ago? Not really a kiss, considering she didn't entirely kiss me back.

But when this was over, she would. I know she would.

For now though, we had the School to destroy.

MAX

We were flying to the School, each engaged in their own thoughts.

None of us dared to completely believe that this could possibly be the end.

We mulled over things silently. I was perfectly content imagining punching the lights out of a few whitecoats (the very same who had made me) when the Voice chimed in.

Maximum.
Yes, Voice?
To what do I owe this pleasure, sir?
Oh, don't be so sarcastic.
Sorry. I'm a little nervous.
It's understandable. But, we have to talk about what you actually must do.
I'm all ears.
The document is closely sealed in a safe, to which I know the code.
Wait, if you know the code why can't you destroy the document?
The Voice sighed. If a Voice contained in my head could sigh. Best not to dwell on it.
After being removed, the room seals off. The only way out are two windows.
Then climb out!
And then what? Pray as I speed down 20 stories?
Oh. That made sense. So only winged mutants could do this. Well, it just so happens... wait.
Why would they make something that could destroy them accessible to those who want to do just that?
They're cocky. The Voice answered. They think you could never figure out the code. So, they give you pretty much a free way out.
Nice. I said. So we break in, you guide us to this room, we open the safe, break the windows, destroy the document, and we're done.
There was a pause. Not quite. The Voice said.
I groaned. Then what?
The document must be sent to someone in power.
What do you mean?
It's evidence. Send it to someone important, show them your wings, and you're done.
Who do you have in mind?
I could almost hear the snide smile.
The President of the United States.

A/N Mkay. I've heard rumors (and read on the blog) about a meeting with the President in the next book. I have not read that. I won't until I finish this story.

But if I must, I do not claim ownership of the meeting-the-president-idea. It's not that original, anyway.

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