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Max's POV:

I woke up the next morning very comfortable. I looked to my left and read the clock. 9:15 AM. I yawned and stretched. Wait. Where was Fang?! I whipped my head to the right. My heat sank. He was gone.

I swung my legs around to the right of the bed, but hit something. Fang suddenly reappeared and we fell off the bed and landed on the cool, hard floor. "Oof!" He said as I landed on top of him. I winced as my arm hit the floor. I guess the pain medicine was wearing off.

He must have felt me wince, because he gently hugged me and softly brushed my arm. I blushed and sighed. It felt so good. Him brushing my arm, I mean.

After a while, we got up and went downstairs. The whole flock was down there, either watching TV, talking, or helping Total perfect his flying. When we entered the room, we were greeted by tons of good mornings.

"Finally up, sleeping beauty?" Iggy said. Gazzy snickered. "You better not be talking about me." Fang said grinning. Iggy laughed. Ella came over to hug me. "Max! You're finally up! How's your arm and your wings?" She asked. Before I could say anything mom said, "Yes. I'm going to be checking that after breakfast. But for now, relax and eat." Iggy got up from off the couch and went to the kitchen. "What can I get for you guys?"

I smiled. Nudge ran to me. "Have the pancakes! Iggy's pancakes are delicious! He can make them from scratch! Oh, they taste so good with the maple syrup—" Angel covered her mouth. Thanks sweetie. I thought gratefully to her. She smiled and hugged me. "Oh Max! I'm so glad you're better!" I hugged her back. "I am too, sweetie." But I winced as I bent down to her hug. Stupid arm didn't completely heal yet.

"Pancakes, coming up." Iggy announced. Ella went to help him. He smiled at her. Oh. Hmm. Was something going on here I hadn't noticed before? I was going to pay a little more attention to them. Fang and I sat down at the table.

"So watcha' guys been doing all mornin'?" I said casually, from the table. I got a ton of grunts. I grinned. That was my flock. In flock language, that pretty much means "nothing much". Ella handed us our food, and Fang and I inhaled them. After a couple rounds of food, and Iggy complaining "Geez! You guys are like vacuum cleaners!" we were satisfied.

My mom motioned to me, and we headed upstairs to the bathroom. Fang stayed in the kitchen. "Sit on the edge of the tub. Let me examine your injuries. First she examined my shoulder. It was already half healed so that was just a big scar there. It still hurt to move around or touch though. "Do you need more pain medicine?" She asked. I winced, and nodded. I popped two pills in my mouth and swallowed. Then my mom said, "Ok, I need you to open your wings." I nodded, and then slowly opened up my wings.

As they began to unfurl, I winced at the pain in my right wing. I could fully open the other wing, but my right wing only opened halfway. I grimaced at all the dry blood on the feathers. It was a little disgusting.

My mom looked at my wing wound. She brushed over it softly, and it took all my power not to shout out in pain. "Your wing looks fine." She said surprised. "The bullet got some of your wing, but it looks like it already healed up. That was fast, even for you." I looked up surprisedly. Normally it takes about a week for us to heal. I healed in two days. That's a new record.

"The pain killers should take effect any time now. Your wing will be fine, but I want you to leave them out. As in don't tuck them into your back. They should heal faster that way. But I want you to rest for at least one more day." We walked out of the bathroom. "And I don't mean three hours. I mean a day." Darn. My mom really knows me.

We walked downstairs and I saw Jeb there. I made a face. "What's he doing here?" I said. Jeb ignored it. "How's your arm and wing, Max?"

My mom answered, probably trying say something before I make a snide remark. "Her injuries are fine. She's already half healed." The flock looked her me in surprise. "Already?" Angel said.

"Yup." I said proudly. "Can't take me down." I said. Jeb interrupted. "Max, we need to think about your next move."

"Wait, hold on." I said, and held a finger up and closed my eyes. I rubbed my temples. The Voice was giving me instructions.

Max. There is an Itex Headquarters in California. The same one that held you and your flock captive, for most of your life. That is where the fly-boy with the gun who shot you was designed at. I grit my teeth. Damn fly-boys. That Itex already rebuilt itself underground and plans to have a meeting on what to do next. There is a letter they are planning to send to the major Itex Corporation. Break in there and destroy it, before they bring down the world.

Can you give me the coordinates? I thought.

Yes. The Voice replied. But you need to wait for you injury to heal up. Take off tomorrow. But beware of that place, there is someone waiting for you, and its not going to be pleasant.

Fine. I nodded.

I looked back to Jeb. He was watching me. "There is an Itex Headquarters not far from here. It's in California, where we were designed. They are planning their next move on world domination, and they are going to send a letter to the major headquarters. It's our job to bust in there and ruin their plans, and destroy the letter." The flock looked up at me alarmed. "When are we leaving?" Gazzy asked.

I looked at him. "Tomorrow." Angel looked at me with her big eyes. "What about your injury?" My eyes softened. "I'll be fine. I'm already pretty much done healing." I jumped up and down and shook my shoulders. The pain should have came from my injuries, but since I was on pain killers, I couldn't feel it. Ah, modern technology. Good in some ways, down right annoying in other ways.

"Tomorrow then." I said, and turned to go back upstairs, my wings sagging behind me.