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Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean

Horizon, clear. 12 0'clock? 3? 6? 9? Clear. I peered down at the clear blue water of the Atlantic and sighed. It was all too boring. Flying, too easy; fighting, simply isn't a challenge anymore. I can always defeat the opponent with hardly any effort. But my new quarry, well, that's a new story. Fang, as he's called, is supposed to be a thrilling catch. Many others had failed at what I was assigned to do. I am rarely ever assigned to a job,(that's just how elite I am) such as now, but mostly I just grabbed a file and hunted them for fun.

Pieces of his report came in by my phone and I had put together this: He wears a bunch of black, tends to stay under the radar, doesn't talk much, and is a loner. This will be a little bit harder, a little bit more dangerous, and the stakes were higher than ever. Sounds like my kind of time.

My phone buzzed. I looked at its short message. Then smiled. And threw my phone down into the ocean. It fell what seemed for ages, until it hit the ocean's smooth water. It looks soft, but it surface was like hitting bare concrete. Reminded me of training at the school.

When I had last been to the School, a few months ago, they knocked me out and preformed a surgery. I didn't know what it was till now. Instead of using my dearly departed phone, I had a chip installed. Inside my brain. It is where I can hear their special frequency and can hear what they send in their radio. I can't respond, thought, because they cannot translate my brain frequencies. It's different for the mutants, especially for avian types, like me, given that they're not mammals, but birds. But I have good news.

I get to do the actual spying part. There is a group called the Organization to Stop all Mutation and Alterations on Human and Animal Life (OSMAHAL). We call them the O's for short, sometimes. Well, they're trying to stick their nose into our personal business, so naturally we butt heads. I am to get in and find a loop hole in their system, permanently shutting down all of the OSMAHAL and its branches. Without getting caught. This sounds like my actual job as a spy. But I'm more or less a bounty hunter.

HHee-lloooo!o!

The horrendous noise sent chills down my spine. It was a mind wrenching noise, leaving me a starburst of pain and static. Ugh. The school has arrived into my brain. If that's not the weirdest sentence…

YOU WILL BE AA—RRIVIVVINGG AT THH-EUE DEESTINATIOUN SSOUON. IITT ISSSS-S IN TWO POINT TTOWWOO MILLESSS. FROM THERERER GO TO THE SUPER AAAEEEIGGGHTT INN. ROOOMMME 128…

Thank God that noise was gone. My ears will ring for a week. I squeezed my eyelids shut and tried to block out the light and sound. I opened my eyes, which watered a whole lot. I angled downward, folding my wings into a tight, rigid mass on my back and rocketed to the big forest behind the big yellow sign.

Fang's POV

"Oh where are you, little boy? Are you lost. We'll help you. Come out, little boy…" the taunting growls of the Erasers echoed of the empty buildings. I ducked silently behind a battered, worn couch, thinking of a way to escape this building. It had one door on the front entrance, maybe, but I think-yep. There's an Eraser with a Glock outside the doorway. Just my luck. Upstairs might have a fire escape.

Ka-thunk! Ka-thunk! The heavy Eraser paws smashed into the flimsy, wooden banister of the stairway, their feet falling heavily onto the cold concrete floor. They were so close! I could practically smell their rancid breath, see their bloodshot eyes, their dripping fangs.

Ouch. The long scar on my leg began to throb with the memory. One after the other, long slashing claws…

Whoosh! One Eraser picked up the couch singlehandedly and tossed it across the room, watching it if he were waiting me to crawl out, bleeding, from it.

I took the chance and leaped, fingers outstretched for those burning, black eyes.

Sorry for the really short chapters, but I will make longer and much better. I might just end up making short, suspensful chapters, and update often. Or would you prefer long chapters with long periods of time before it is updated. Please review and tell me which one you like better. I might start a poll. If I can figure it out...But one more thing. This is not based on any one paticular book, but Erasers, Flyboys, and M-geeks. None of them have been "retired" or whatever else one might call it, so they will periodically attack them. The usual.