Here it is! Chapter 12! And, I have been going easy on you guys with the reviews..so can I get like, 12 reviews before I post the next chapter? Thanks so much ! I am not posting the chapter without them ! AND: SILLYSALLY THANKS FOR THE IDEA! THE FLOCK IS GOING TO AUSTRALIA ! I DEDICATE THIS CHAPTER TO YOU!

And also...I haven't done one of these in awhile so...

Disclaimer:

MandKxo: Say it, Max.

MAx: Why?

MandKxo: Just say it.

(MAx yawns) Fine...JP owns me. And everyone else. Not MandKxo.

Chapter 12:

MAX POV:

"Easy on the bacon, buddy."

It had been twenty minutes since we checked out of the hotel. We were now across the street in a small diner, a small, all you can eat buffet, diner. Gazzy and Iggy had piled their plates especially, not wanting to miss out on this too-good-to-be-true breakfast.

"Its fine!" Gazzy complained. "I eat this fast all the time!"

I rolled my eyes and gave him a look that said "fine. But if you puke at an 1000 foot altitude, its not my fault."

He shrugged and moved on from his bacon to his eggs.

I turned back to the map we had sprawled out across the table.

"Where to, where to?" I muttered under my breath as I scanned the locations of Itex we had pinpointed on the map. There were many Itex locations, ranging from in the States to Canada, Australia to Europe. We had searched every single on of them and pinpointed the branches and the headquarters in each country.

"There's a headquarter in Australia, Germany, California and one in Canada. The others near them are all branches." Ariana said, scanning the map like I did so.

"Hmm…" I said in response to Ariana. "How about the closest one?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. Which is safest?"

I muttered "none of them are safe" when my Voice chipped in.

Australia.

"Australia." I said without thinking it through. I had trusted the Voice more and more lately. He seemed to be right about a lot of things. He said we could trust Ariana and Sam, and they hadn't done anything suspicious yet…

"Why Australia?" Sam asked with mild curiosity. I sighed. Boys.

"I don't know. I had a feeling. And usually, my feelings are right."

Sam shrugged and Ariana did the same. "We have no better bet at this point" she said.

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I sat in the front seat of the van we had stolen, which still wasn't big enough for all eight of us. I was feeling dizzy and ready to puke. My head hurt and I moaned as we hit a speed bump.

"Are you okay, Max?" Angel asked with concern.

I turned to smile at her reassuringly. "I'm fine. A little carsick that's all." And freaking claustrophobic.

"Max the Invincible, sick?!" Iggy said with great wonder. I didn't even bother sending him the bird. "Shut up, Iggy" I said, my gaze on the horizon. I felt dizzy again and put Total on Angel's lap in case I had to do the whole "knees-between-the-head-crap." I opened the window a tad and let the cool air in, but was soon closing it again due to the flock's complaints. So, I settled to resting my very hot cheek onto the cool window. It helped a little. I didn't know why I was burning up, it rarely happened anymore. I didn't know why I felt dizzy. I didn't know why I felt nauseous. It could very well be just the car drive, but in my world, anything was possible.

So how did I become on this treacherous journey? Well…

"How to get there…"I pondered after Fang asked.

"Fly?" Nudge suggested. "I mean," she started after I gave her a look, "like, on a plane. 'Cause Australia is far from here, and we have to fly over the ocean and we can't really stop over the ocean…for food and such."

I sighed. Food was always first in Nudge's books. Always.

"I would love too. Australia is expensive though. And I don't think we have enough money for…" I stopped to count everyone "eight kids. Plus, there's always Total that causes a problem."

"Hey!" Total shouted from Iggy's backpack.

"Oh, please. Total. Don't act like your not a burden!" I shouted behind me through the large winds.

"Oh please, Max! We have enough money, it will be fine! it's that or nothing, because you know we can't make that trip in one sitting, and we can't rest over the ocean-"

"Thank you, Nudge" I said loudly, giving her a fake warm smile. I know, that's me, evil Max.

"Fine. Plane it is."

That's how it happened. What the h-e-double hockey sticks was I thinking?!

"Are we going to be there soon?" Gazzy asked for about the fiftieth time.

"Soon" I replied for the fiftieth time.

He let out a long sigh and I resisted the urge to turn around and yell at them all. But, I was trying to outgrow those things. And if I was going to spazz (A/N: Is that how you spell spazz?) out at anyone, it would be Fang.

He was still giving me the cold shoulder. I planned to confront him on the plane. He wouldn't be able to escape, and it was a 19 hour flight…I would have time, wouldn't I?

I looked over at him ever so slightly from the corner of my eye as he was driving. He glanced in my direction for a second, then turned back to the road, his mouth set in a straight line.

I glanced out at the horizon for another twenty minutes, and then Fang slowly turned into the airport. I got out ASAP and grabbed the other kids. We had no luggage, a little suspicious looking don't ya think?

We shuffled into the airport, waiting in line for tickets. When it was our turn, we went up to the desk.

"Eight tickets to Australia please?"

The lady didn't hide her surprise. "You want eight tickets?"

"That's what I said" I replied, trying to keep it good.

"Uh…okay…where are your parents dear?"

I looked around the crowd of people and spotted a couple that looked insane enough to have eight kids. "Over there. They're waiting. We are very independent people" I added, as she seemed to question my judgement.

"Here's their credit card." I slid the black "seem to be endless" amount credit card that I had "found."

Please let there be enough. Please, please, please…

"Here you go, eight tickets, dear."

I smiled thankfully and took the tickets. I almost wiped my forehead that had been so close.

I handed everyone their tickets and we sat down in a terminal. I scanned around me and gave the ok to the younger ones to take a small nap. For the moment, life was good.

Meanwhile…

(No longer Max's POV)

"We've got them." A very good looking model about the age of 20 said into a small microphone in his ear. "It's all good."