Fangs POV:
We were flying peacefully (despite the rain) through the air over New Mexico, heading towards Arizona, to visit Max's mom. Dr. Martinez is pretty nice, and will take all of us in whenever we need, and will let us go again, even though she knows we'll be doing dangerous stuff. Not like Iggy's parents, who vowed never to let him go again. Sheesh. Talk about overprotective.
None of us really like being told what to do, or having something restraining us. We like to be free to go whenever we like, and at Dr. M's house we can do that. That's why we're going there now. Plus, Max really misses her mom and sister and the kids miss them too. She treats all of us like her children. I'm not really the kind of guy who gets attached to people easily, but Dr. M's house was safe, warm, had free food, and beds to sleep on. Not bad. I was distracted from my thoughts by Max sighing. I looked over at her, silently questioning whether she was okay. "Angel" she muttered. I nodded knowingly. It wasn't the funnest thing in the world, having a six year old mind reader inside your head.
Almost seven, Angel reminded me. On the outside I showed no reaction, but in my mind I said Angel! What did I tell you about reading my mind? That I shouldn't because it's a dark and dangerous place that can scar me for life? No, that's what Max said. I replied. I said DON'T. Go annoy Iggy or something. Okay! She said cheerfully, and I could feel my mind become my own once more. A few seconds later Iggy shot me a venomous look as Angel started to annoy him. It was slightly creepy how he looked right at me, even though I hadn't spoken and the only sound was of our wings beating. He and Gazzy were whispering to each other, making plans for a new bomb, most likely. They were lucky Max couldn't hear them. She had been irritable all day. When I asked her if she was okay, she said she had a headache. I remember all too well when we were in New York she had a lot of headaches before the brain attacks. The ones that made our strong, fearless leader curl up in a ball and moan while tears rolled down her cheeks. I hated seeing her like that. I wish I could find who was responsible and beat them to a pulp. Oops, I shouldn't think thoughts like that around Angel. Besides, the attacks had gotten rarer and rarer, until they were practically gone. But I would keep an eye on her, just in case.
"Hey Max?" Nudge said suddenly. "What, Nudge" Max replied tiredly. "I'm hungry and so is Angel and I bet Gazzy and Iggy and Fang are too, 'cause the last time we ate was, like, hours ago and I was thinking maybe we could like, go to a McDonalds, and, like, eat there, 'cause usually we get food and eat it somewhere else, but, like, it's raining so it would be nice and dry and warm in there and-" "Nudge my ears are bleeding!" Yelled Iggy with his usual tact. But, still, he had a point. Couldn't Nudge just say 'I'm hungry can we go to McDonalds?' No, of course not, because then she wouldn't be Nudge.
"Getting something to eat sounds great, Nudge" Max said. " I think there's a strip mall around here-" She was interrupted by Iggy yelling "Gazzy! Oh man, I was right behind you! Ugghhh" I smirked. It was funny when Gazzy let one loose near other people, but not you. This time, it wasn't me. "I'm hungry! Does McDonalds have bacon?" Total called from my arms. That dog loves bacon- too much, if you ask me. Suddenly Max cried out in pain and she dropped from the sky, curled up and clutching her head. "Max!" I yelled. I was vaguely aware the others were yelling too but I was focused on Max. In an instant, I was diving after her. Wait- Total! There was no way I could get Max and hold the dumb dog! Crap.