Chapter 13

A/N: Oh wait pause. Drop everything and go listen to Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood right now. Go child go. No buts just gooooo it is like "OMG this is so good i'm going to go buy a sweater right now" kind of good." -Michelle

^^ haha I wrote that as a note for Ashley to look at and listen to while we were writing this chapter but it can be an author's note. That works too. Gooooo child. Just goooooo! -Michelle

Honestly, I think the song's FREAKY FANTASTIC. But not good enough for me to consider going out and purchasing a sweater. -Ashley

MORE IMPORTANT A/N THAN THE LAST A/N: For y'all who are confuzzled about the previous chapter, don't worry you're not the only one. Even I as the author am slightly confused. SO sit back and try to relax cause all will be explained very soon. ;) -Ashley

If you're happy and you know it clap your hands! Haha jokes snap your fingers instead. -C

Disclaimer: WE DISCLAIM MAX RIDE AND ALL THE FAN FREAKY TASTIC CHARACTERS. YOU'RE WELCOMES JAMES PATTERSON.

Angel's POV

"Freedom!" I scream happily to my brother as we march our butts out of the park.

"So, um, Angel, have you thought of where we're even going?" Gazzy asks.

"Not really... have you?" I question.

"Um, no,"

The two of us sit ourselves down on a nearby bench before I come up with a brilliant plan.

I grin gleefully, "We're going to spy on Max of course. We're living with this random stranger, we better do some background checks. She could be a secret criminal for all we know,"

"Um, I'm pretty sure she's not a criminal," Gazzy mutters.

"Yeah yeah, but you never know,"

The two of us run down the block to search for a computer before we hit the library.

"It's not open," Gazzy states matter-of-factly.

"No, DUH," I reply, "it's like 9 at night. What library is opened at 9 at night?" Before heading around the back.

"Did you bring the lock picking kit?" Gazzy asks me.

"Nope," I say in my cutest little girl voice.

"Urghh, do I have to do everything?" he asks, before walking around the building.

"Gazzy come back!" I yell, "this is only model 1000 you don't even need a lock picking kit."

"Poo you Angel. Poo you I say,"

"That's a really mean thing to say to your little sister."

"Whatever," he mumbles, flicking me off.

We open the door with ease before slipping in.

"Check for cameras Angel," Gassy reminds me.

"Why? Even if they see us we look like helpless innocent kids,"

"Yeah, you do, but me, I'm a big muscular man," Gazzy brags, puffing out his chest.

4 minutes later we have found all 3 cameras and have them all disabled.

We boot up the computer before coming across our first problem.

Password, it reads across the computer screen.

"Uhhh," Gassy says slowly, "maybe try books?"

"Gassy... what library is going to name their computer password books? That's so obvious," I snort.

"Well what do you suggest miss smarty pants?"

"It's probably a short word, under 8 letters for sure. This program is one of the earliest models that doesn't use capitals, spaces, or symbols," I state.

"Well, thanks Angel. Now we have what... over millions to choose from."

I smile gleefully before typing in the address of the library. ACCESS DENIED. Then I try the librarian's last name. ACCESS DENIED. Before finally trying the postal code. ACCESS GRANTED.

"How do you even know the postal code?" Gassy asks suspiciously.

I smirk. "Cause I'm a genius Gaz."

"So... I'm a genius too," he retorts.

"Yeah, a genius who couldn't even pick a model 1000 lock without his wittle sister there to remind him how," I say in a baby voice.

"Urg, you are so frustrating sometimes," he huffs.

"The feeling is mutual." I turn my attention back to the screen. I open up the screen to the CIA database which is actually disguised as a site for birthday parties.

Hello, would you like to book a party for your fabulous little children? Well, no need to look any further. Our party planners offer the top of the line entertainment and the absolute best quality birthday parties available.

To book your party please enter the 10 digit code.

Uh, what birthday party website needs a code?

I type in my 10 digit agent code before coming across the next web page.

Our entertainers are the best of the best. There are fairy princesses who can come in and add some "magic" to the party, there are magicians who can astound your youngsters and there are our world famous comedians who will ask jokes and entertaining riddles such as:

The person who makes it has no need for it. The person who purchases it does not use it. The person who does use it does not know he or she is.

Oh, really CIA? A riddle. Anybody could solve this, it's so easy, I mean c'mon!

"Wow," Gazzy laughs, "you could probably even google it. It's so obvious."

In the small box below I type the answer: coffin.

Another example of a superb riddle taught to your children could be:

Complete this sequence of letters: o, t, t, f, f, s, s, _, _, _

I pause for a moment, now this is a real riddle. I stare at the screen blankly for a moment before Gassy chuckles to me.

"This is so easy Angel."

"Oh yeah Mr. Know-it-all what is it then huh?"

"The next three letters are obviously e-n-t"

"Huh?" I stare at him blankly.

"These letters are all the first letter of the numbers from one to ten," he states.

I punch in e-n-t before I click the check mark at the bottom of the page that says "Now for the next stage of fabulous planning!"

RESTRICTED ACCESS DENIED

The words flash across the computer screen in red.

"What?! Why? Ugh, what now?"

Gazzy nudges me aside. "Gosh, Angel. Remember?" He drags the cursor to the top left corner of the screen and right clicks. He then does the same to the remaining corners in a clockwise direction, creating a square. Afterwards, he uses the keyboard to type, "lol this is the C1A".

The "access denied" surprisingly blinks away and the agency's site appears.

"Oh yeah..." I mumble and Gazzy smirks. Show-off.

My agent profile pops up and there isn't much there about me. Only the name of my mentor in the bio.

MAXIMUM RIDE.

I click on her name and me and Gazzy's name is under her missions list, along with our profile pictures. Another name is there too.

"Huh. Fang. What kind of a name is that?" Gazzy scoffs.

"You said it, Gasman." I cackle.

His cheeks redden slightly then he just rolls his eyes. "C-c'mon, just open up the link."

I click on the name "Fang" and a photo of a young man around Max's age appears.

"Hmmm, wonder what this is about," Gazzy mumbles, his eyes scanning the mission briefing screen.

"I dunno but all I read is blah blah blah" I say.

"Hey Angel, look at this," Gaz says pointing towards the bottom of the screen.

I swivel around to face Gazzy. We grin and both laugh, "This is going to be goooooood."

A/N: OK sorry for not updating in a while but I was busy watching youtube because that's basically all I do with my life. ALso, sorry if the CIA tests were unrealistic but I don't have a brain so that might have been part of the reason :P -Ashley

Second A/N that most of y'all can avoid: SO this A/N is for my friend Veronica who's at a different school than me and I know she reads this story :) Veronica: Imma give you your chocolate bar soon but we need to see each other in person first. ;) P.S. I'm in Model United Nations.

*SPOILER ALERT* there's going to be a FANG moment soon that includes our little munchkins. :D