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The School

Death Valley, California

The buzzer sounded, the harsh noise ripping through the air and putting Anderson's senses into full alert. He ran out into the yard, spotlights illuminating the night outside. He homed in on a resilient looking teen, with jet black hair and determined eyes. He hated kids that looked like that. The kid morphed. Anderson guessed he was a rebellious Eraser experiment. Anderson reached the kid, his fist smashing into that arrogant little face. Blood squirted out his broken nose, dying Anderson's hand red. Anderson followed up with a quick kick to the abdomen. The kid doubled over. Then he brought his leg back and slammed his polished dress shoe into his face. A crack like a gunshot ripped through the yard. The kid fell back, his neck lolling at an odd angle. Anderson cracked his neck and straightened his black tie. He could see why they didn't want that one.

He turned around and exited the yard. Several white coated scientist were scribbling furiously on their clipboards, backing away as he walked down the corridor past them. He took a left into a bathroom. He went to the sink and stuck his bloody hand under a jet of cold water. The teen's blood dyed the sink red and gave the water a pinkish tinge. He turned off the faucet and looked at himself in the mirror. His suit fit his muscular body without a wrinkle. His black tie, secured with a tie pin, was a sharp contrast to the white dress shirt beneath it. Black tinted, angular Vision sunglasses were perched on his chisled face. His brown hair was slicked back, even though he was slightly balding, he looked good for his early forties.

When Roland ter Borcht designed Anderson and his squad, he designed them to be the ultimate Erasers. They were designed to be stronger faster, and more resilient than other Erasers, enough so that they didn't need to morph to access their full power. They couldn't die, either. Aging didn't matter to them. They simply inhabited a human body and disposed of it when they had no use of it. It was like that movie, The Matrix. In fact, Anderson bore an extremely close resemblance to the character Agent Smith. He grinned at the thought, then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Anderson sat at a polished oak table in the bowels of the School. The rest of the squad sat all around the table with him. A gentle looking man in a lab coat sat at the table's head. His wire-framed specatcles covered sparkling eyes, and his graying hair was slicked back.

" Good evening, Mr. Batchelder," he said, by way of greeting. Jeb Batchelder nodded at Anderson and the others. He pressed a button on the remote by his hand. A projector lit up the back wall. A picture of a teenager who looked very much like the experiment called Fang was projected onto the white wall.

" This is experiment number 450976. He goes by the name of Wolf. He recently escaped from the school, and a reliable source tells us he has made contact with Maximum Ride. He was last seen in...," Jeb droned on, but Anderson tuned him out, already having heard what he needed to know. The other squad members seemed to have done the same. "...Go get him," finished Jeb. Anderson and the squad stood and walked towards the door.

" We need weapons, Richards. Lots of weapons," Anderson said as he walked through the door into the School's armory. A mousy looking man with glasses poked his head out from behind a desk.

" Ah, Anderson. I've been waiting for you," he said, standing and walking to a weapons rack on the back wall. " Desert Eagle again, I suppose?"

" Always, Richards. You should know by now," he said, pulling the magnum off the rack.

" And for you, Walker?" asked Richards. Walker was staring at the weapons rack, appraising the guns there.

" I'll go with a MAC 10 for this one, Richards," he replied, taking two compact machine guns off the rack.

" Hall? King?" asked the man. Hall pulled a G36 assault rifle off the rack, while King selected a MP5 from the weaponry.

" That's all for now, I suppose?" asked Richards.

" Yes. Thank you, Richards," said Anderson. He turned and walked out of the room.

Sorry, this is sort of a filler chapter. I needed to establish more of a plot and setting. And for those who were wondering, my storyline runs paralel to that of " Wolf: One of Them" Also, I DO NOT own Maximum Ride or any of the characters.