Failed experiments. That's all we were now. So they were taking us to the Institute. They were probably going to experiment on us, until our internal organs were sitting next to us in our dog crates. Like those other poor souls that we saw when we went there. They no doubt knew it was us. How could they not? They probably figured it out when they checked out the printed file on the computer that we used. They probably saw what we printed and said, 'Oh, that damned flock. We have to remove their livers now.' Because that's just our luck.
Do you know what one hundred divided by six is? Sixteen point six repeating. That's right. There were about sixteen erasers on each of us. We had about four on us, than about twelve back-up erasers, incase we decided to try anything. So, sixteen multiplied by six is ninety-six, and the other four-ish were on watch, making sure none of the wedding guests saw any of us.
They were actually carrying us through the labyrinth-like halls. I guess they really didn't want us to try to run. They meant business this time. Too bad we did too. As soon as there was enough room, I was gone. They had a very loose grip on me. I knew it was supposed to be a death grip, but it was the worst one I've ever felt. The erasers finally found their way out of there, and I flew away. One of the erasers that had been holding me tightened his grip on my ankle. The rest of the flock was already several feet above me. As soon as they'd seen me move, they'd done the same. I use my super-speed, and was out of there in an instant. The flock followed me, and we went far above the flight limit thingy for helicopters. About this time, I realized that my eraser had hung strong.
"Fang." He looked over at me, and smiled slightly. "Could you help me get rid of him?"
He did. He punched him. Hard. In the head. And then he fell. Far. He fell into the lake below us with a loud, 'splash', and a pretty splash pattern in the water. We flew back to our hotel rooms. We were almost positive that they didn't know where we lived. We started to pack, to move to our new apartment. Not that there was much to pack. We all had two outfits. One casual and one formal. We used that one to crash weddings.
No one said anything the whole time we packed, the whole time we flew, the whole time we unpacked. Not even Nudge. I was freaked. But I dismissed it. I was exhausted. I didn't have the energy to deal with this right now. I went to my room. Well, our room. Fang, and I shared it. Shocker, huh? I fell asleep before my head hit the pillow. Home, sweet home.