AS OF YET, I HAVE NO REVIEWS, THOUGH A COUPLE OF PEOPLE HAVE READ MY STORY. IF YOU READ IT, PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. THIS CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER THAN THE LAST ONE, BUT NOT VERY LONG.I DON'T OWN MAXIMUM RIDE.
I woke up with a smile on my face. Last night I had a dream about the old times, before Max and Fang knew they loved each other, before all the drama of Angel being totally creepy, and before Jeb left us. I wish I hadn't woken up.
Wishful thinking, of course, I heard Max, sobbing quietly in the next room. I wasn't all that happy when Fang and Max were kissing in the bathroom and acted as if we all didn't know, but I have to admit, it was way better than this. I hate hearing Max being emotionally ripped apart every day.
I got up and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast. I instinctively pulled out everything I would need to make breakfast for everyone (that includes Dr. Martinez and Jeb). When the toast was toasting, the bacon sizzling, and the eggs boiling, I sat back and listened to the sounds of breakfast. Listening is my favorite thing to do, almost as good as having sight would be.
I walked into the living room, and sat down on the couch. As I felt around for the remote, my hand landed on Max's backpack. I unzipped it and rooted around. My hand felt a DVD slip and I pulled it out and put it in. What could this be? A video love-letter from Fang, probably.
When the sound started to play, I was shocked to hear the voice of Dr. Hans.
Hello Max, you ran out a bit quickly today, and I was so excited to be demonstrating my work you that I forgot to give you some of the more important reasons that I know you would find it very rewarding to work with me.
As I'm certain was apparent from what you saw and learned of my limb-regeneration project, I am the world's leading expert on stem cell research, bar none. Growing an organ on a dish and implanting it is a rather an elementary process for me and my team compared to limb regeneration. In fact, I've been successfully implanting organs grown from subjects own tissue for a number of years. Were you to join forces with me, doors would open up for you and your flock.
Something could be heard being slid across a table.
For example, wouldn't one of your boys love and brand new pair of these?