[A/N] Ok, this is the next chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride
"Ok, so what do we do now? Attack or run?" I asked miserably. We were all sitting around a table inside the takeaway shop. There were only three of us left, Fang, Iggy and me – Max. We were all shocked and furious.
"I say we go kick those bastards straight to hell," Iggy muttered while blood dripped from his mouth. I examined him one more time; his head looked like it was a puffer fish dipped in dull blue and purple paint, instead of spikes he had cuts, lots of cuts. But his body was worse, he had two fractured ribs that was under a badly cut and grazed skin.
"I agree with Iggy," stated Fang. I stared at him shocked, although this was supposed to be the easiest attack we had faced, Angel was gone and Iggy looked like he was half dead.
"We have to go because this is going to be the best chance we get of finding Angel." Angel… she must have been crying right now, either that or she was unconscious.
I sighed defeated, he was right. "Fine, we'll go." The two boys were already halfway out the door when they saw me hesitate. Fang gave me a look that said what-the-hell-are-you-doing? I just stood there looking like an idiot recalling what the Voice said:
"But Maximum, please keep what they give you. You may find them useful in the future."
Nothing had replaced Angel. No, something must have had, I just didn't bother to look. I ran past Iggy and headed towards the crime scene, dodging the dead robots. Where was it? Even though I had no clue what I was looking for,I searched the basin, the roof, even the floor. There was only one place left, the very last cubicle. I kicked down the piece of wood that stood between me and what I wanted. And sure enough it was sitting there taunting me.
"Max?" called Iggy before finding me. "What the hell are you doing? We've barely got 15 minutes left!" Stuffing the toy in my bag, I grabbed Iggy's wrist and left knowing something was going to happen, and the worst thing was all of the odds was stacked against us.
***
We met a frustrated Fang at the end of the alley. No words were said, instead all three of us leapt into the sky unfurling our wings.
Fang already had his hand-drawn map in his hands and was signaling us over the enclosed grass area. I watched as the dozens of laughing experiments mucked around. The sight briefly took me back to the old days when we were trapped in the School. Fang and I were flying in an enclosed grass area which was just like this. When the memory ended I snapped back into the cruel reality.
"How much longer until all goes boom?" I asked the bomb expert.
"Hmm… I'd say about five minutes," He answered looking at his white countdown watch.
"Good, 'cause we need to figure out a plan."
"Talk about last minutes stuff Max…" mumbled Fang.
"Sorry, did you say something?"
"No, nothing."
"Hmm… I thought so."
We took about four and a half minutes adjusting our original plan, which meant we had thirty seconds to kill. Then the countdown began: Five…four…three…two…one... 'BOOM!' the undetectable bomb on the roof exploded and the glass that kept useful experiments in and experiments like us out, shattered into a million of pieces.
Adrenalin pumped inside my body…time for some sweet payback…
[A/N] Mmmm… revenge will be sweet. My apologies for the shortness, next chapter will have some flyboy/eraser action and some butt kicking, so review!