"Iggy! North-West at two O' clock!" I shouted. I heard a quet buzzing noise. From inside, you could't hear a thing. A large black object buzzed forward quickly. It had heavy and shiny armour. Its eyes glowed red, blood red. An M242 Bushmaster was weilded to his arm. Uh-oh.

Four more smaller black figures approached. They came closer and closer and closer. "Nudge! Fang! Fight in the air!" I shouted. Nudge, Fang, and I flew towards the large robots. I looked back. Of course. Angel was there. "Angel!" I hissed. I kept flying forward. I would deal with her later.

Fang had already started beating up one of the guys. These weren't M-Geeks. Way more armed and intellegent. "Nothing's happening!" Fang shouted. I looked over to the 'bot he was bustin'. No dents, no nothing.

I was lost in the way he fought for a second. So gracefully. Ow! Something punched my in the neck. I gaped and went back to fighting. Three of the 'bots were on the ground. Gazzy shouted orders to Iggy, who kept missing the black robot.

"Uh, guys! Take cover! Duck!" Gazzy shouted to those in the air. We shot downwards, into the canopy. We ran fast into the heart of the forrest, spliting up. Bam! Pow! Iggy and Gazzy's bomb exploded with bright lights and loud noises. Iggy's chear was heard from a kilometer away. I raced back to the house.

My mom and Ella smiled grimly at us. They hugged us all. "Where's Fang?" my Mom asked when she had hugged all of us. I looked around.

"I'm gonna go look in the forrest some more," I said.

"One of me'll go, too," Angel said.

I nodded. "He was running that way," I said, pointing to the North. The only reason I let Angel come, or one of Angel come, was because I couldn't stand being away from him. His comfroting smile, his warm arms, his soft, soft lips.

Angel giggled. "Come on!"

The flock split up.

We returned back to the house at sevenish. We had searched forever. Around three hours.

I flopped into a seat at the table. This completely sucked. I dropped my head in my hands.

"What are we going to name those guys?" Angel asked, patting my back.

"I don't know, sweetie. Something horrible. Did you pick anything up from them?" I asked.

"Yeah. They don't want to kill us, but if they don't, they'll be killed. And they don't really actualy make movements themselves. Somebody controlls them. How about BBs? You know, like Black 'Bots?" She asked.

"Sure. Whatever," I said.

"Max, I know you miss Fang, but he'll come back. Don't worry."