A/N: I guess for now we're going with... medium chapters? It's pretty divided. For those of you who still haven't answered, feel free to do so.

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Chapter 7:

The Gasman's POV

Dr. Martinez let us stay in the guest room. It was sometime in the afternoon, but we had nothing else to do. We had already done a lot of flying to get here.

"Should we go look for Max?" I asked. How could we do nothing? With Max, we always had a plan. It used to suck to always be doing something, but just waiting around was worse. Way worse.

"Where would we look?" sighed Iggy, leaning against the headboard of the bed.

"We could, like, look through those papers again," I suggested. "Maybe if we find a location."

"Max might not actually be captured," Iggy reminded me.

"But still! We could check it out anyway." Was it because Iggy really thought Max was dead?

"You're starting to take after Nudge," Iggy said, annoyed.

I wanted to yell at them. When Angel was taken, Max went after her. Why would we not go after Max? Just because Max left on her own didn't mean we couldn't still convince her to come back.

"I already looked through every paper," said Fang finally.

"When?" I demanded. I mean, when would Fang have had the time?

"The night Max left," said Fang simply, but I thought I saw his jaw tighten. "I used one of our flashlights."

Oh.

Max's POV

So here I was, having the greatest time of my life.

Not. More like the complete opposite actually.

It's one thing to be bored. It's quite another to be bored and stressed. Take my word for it.

There was absolutely nothing to do besides worry about the flock, and myself. Plus, the whiteness was starting to drive me crazy. Because, you know, I didn't see enough of the color white on our recent trip to Antarctica.

I looked up as a kidnapper turned escort turned delivery robot entered with some food and then departed quickly before I could even react. I stared at the food, my mouth watering, and I debated. My head was throbbing, I was mucho tired, and my shoulder hurt a lot. I wanted nothing more to relax and eat some much needed food. I mean, I was still dizzy form the amount of blood I had lost. But what it there was, like, something in the food? Call me hopelessly paranoid, but my paranoia has saved the flock on many occasions. I finally decided it didn't matter, and anyway, the director would probably want to keep it friendly until she heard my decision. After that, however, things might get a little unfriendly.

Decision made, I scarfed down the meal without even registering what I was eating. There was a glass of water, and I sucked that down just as fast. It was a relief to finally eat something.

I briefly wondered if I could somehow use the plastic tray as a weapon or something, but a tray wasn't much protection against bullets. Unfortunately.

And then I was faced with complete and utter boredom. Again.

Fang's POV

Fang sighed, watching Iggy and the Gasman sleep. He knew they were hurting over Max leaving, and that they were worried they wouldn't ever see Max again. At first, Fang had thought that they were right. But now…

Max would be mad at him. Extremely. But she shouldn't have left in the first place, no matter what Fang had said to her. Fang looked at his sleeping roommates one more time. He remembered seeing Nudge crying, with Dr. M holding her. He remembered holding Angel, and how it felt to see her cry.

He got up quickly and silently walked across the room to slide open the window. He threw himself out without hesitation, unfurling his wings and moving them powerfully to stay airborne. He headed northeast, not looking back.

Back inside the room, an open laptop was sitting on the floor, its screen glowing in the darkness. There was a message opened up:

They have Max. 35.78 N, 78.64 W

She has two days.

A/N: Those are actual coordinates, somewhere in Raleigh, NC. Hopefully. I apologize if it actually turns out being in the middle of a lake or something.

I think I'm going to have to bring Erasers into my next fanfic. I mean, the sudden attacks, the high speed chases, and the fights. The kind of stuff that made me fall in love with Maximum Ride in the first place. With all the robots it just feels... I dunno, a little bland I guess.

Anyway, reviews appreciated and loved. As always.