A/N: Yay! I'm back! I'm really really really sorry about the long update- exams sucked majorly! but I'm back to normal updating now so everything should be cool... be nice (no death threats). Oooh and btw if anyone is reading I'll Be Gone by Birdy Point, she's like in New Zeland with her guy and she's not coming back for another few weeks.

Alritey! to my lovely lovely reveiwers:

Fluffy Otters: hmmm well see... maybe the flock does have something to do with it... he he he evilness.

Skittle.Rocker: ooh thats evil! - steals cookie jar while Gabby's sleeping- 'ehe mine!' love your new name btw!

oceanlover14: Ma bad! :P

wingedfighter: LOL! My gosh! there can't be fax untill I've introduced Max! just wait- impatient child!

FullMetal Alchemistress: He he he! neither do I! Hmmm maybe I should work on that...

Scrave: Pizza?! how dare you! lol the flock is on their way very very very soon... just wait and find out! zappers is vegitarian so i think your safe for now... ehehe

chloe-bee-123: True true..

The-Dark-Goddess-Kari: ehehe I'm am offically greatly honored! I have a potato gun too!! spud shoot-off!! -shoots in arm with potato pellet (misses completely)- 'TAKE THAT!!'


I rise quietly and signal for the others to follow me. Being lighter than Kith or Amity, the sound I make as I soft-step towards the door is miniscule. Kith, being the heaviest here and the least coordinated of us all, makes the most noise as he stands. I stare back at him, frowning. He just shrugs, and leans up against the wall for support. I notice he is looking quite pale; hopefully these people will get him the treatment he needs.

That is, if they want us alive.

I turn my attention back towards the door, and gently press my ear to the cool metal. My hearing in Eraser form is worse than a normal lupine hybrid, but strangely acute when in normal human form. I guess having more than one set of animal genes does weird things to a guy.

Though they are far away, I can hear boots on gravel. My ears are telling me at least twenty pairs of feet, and they are heavy. Eraser heavy. But they are marching; they are orderly. My instinct is telling me that they are gun wielding Erasers, like the ones we encountered back at the petrol station. These aren't strong Erasers, like us in the Pack. They are the weak counterparts; Generation 3.

I mentioned before, that the Pack was labeled 'obsolete'. I meant that allthe Itexicon Erasers became inadequate. They were an inferior breed, and Re-evolution had no place in the new world for Erasers. The hunters soon became the hunted. When teams of Erasers would go out on missions and never return, the Erasers become wary. If they refused to go on their mission, they would be tortured and killed as an example to others. Little by little, the Erasers were replaced by Kanics; robots which held the appearance of Erasers. The Flock called them Flyboys.

So once the Flock spoiled the Re-Evolution, Itex needed their guards to retrieve the loose experiments.

Too bad the Kanics never worked out. Even the second generation of the robots broke down after a few weeks. Itexicon needed the Erasers back. And the little Pack of eleven rogues were the only known Erasers that had survived the massacres. By that time the Pack weren't looking so good themselves. Four members; Aiko, Lexy, Jet and Kith, were all showing their expiration dates. Being the oldest, Jet was the first to die. Later, Aiko went out on a mission and never returned. Alpha's pack was slowly dying, and he could do nothing to save them.

So, he made a deal with the scientists. Remove the expiration dates on the rest of the Pack, and he would give himself in for testing. The whitecoats agreed. It was a brave and selfless act, and one that changed the Pack forever. A few weeks after the agreement, the Pack was leaderless and the scientists had everything they needed to create Eraser Generation 3. They had no need for Alpha any more; they locked him up in a dog crate.

And that is where I met him five months later.

As I listen intently, I can now hear two more pairs of feet. They are lighter, probably human, and they are talking to each other. No, they're arguing.

"We had a deal, Cole! I catch your rogues and you get this damn chip out of my head!" one of them yells angrily. His voice is young, eighteen or nineteen years old. Probably an experiment from what he is saying.

"Last time I checked, there were seven of them. You brought me four," came a lower, huskier voice. This one was older, with an air of authority. A whitecoat.

"Your Erasers were wiped out by three of them! Omega and I were lucky to catch the runt and the avian! If it wasn't for your bloody guards-"

"Don't you talk to me about incompetence, boy! It was yours that put your family back under our radar, remember?" the scientist sneers. The boy growls softly, but says nothing.

"Right, now lets have a look shall we."

I hear the Erasers halt their marching, just short of the door. I move my head back away from the door and signal for the others to stay behind me. Amity is behind me, with Pup holding onto her jacket with a blank look in his shiny black eyes. Kith is on her other side and she is holding his arm over her shoulder to keep him up right.

The sound of guns being cocked draws me back to look at the door. Someone clicks their fingers and two Erasers rush to the side of the plane. I glare at the door, willing it to open. It's is taking all my self control not to morph and rip a hole in the side of this plane. These people split up our Pack and carted half of us away to god-knows-where to do god-knows-what.

Yeah, you could say I was pissed.

A grinding sound fills the space of our little prison and I can smell the fear in the room. The door lurches from the top, before slowly falling outwards with a groan. Bright white light fills our cell and for a moment we are all dazed, like a wild animal caught in the headlights of a truck. The large door falls and hits the tarmac with a loud boom, creating a ramp to the ground.

As my eyes adjust, I can already tell that we are inside a building. And we are surrounded by twenty or so well armed guards. In front of them, two men stood staring at us, as if we were the creators of Armageddon. Except, the scientist looked as if he was in awe and the teenager looked as if he would rather be anywhere but here.

Now that my eyes have adjusted, I can tell we are in a plane hanger. I glare at the young experiment. He has black hair with crimson coloured streaks running though it. His eyes are dark- almost red, and from the look of him, I was almost certain that he was an avian.

"Ah, the Pack I presume," the grey haired, forty something year old whitecoat says loudly. He has a heavy British accent, and sounds as if he is a heavy smoker. He is smiling as if greeting on old acquaintance, and his posture was way too open to be threatening. It's as if he'd been taking notes from Jeb.

But I sense this guys nothing like Jeb; this scientist isn't what he appears. Behind the friendly façade, I can sense a cold, heartless man. His grey eyes hold nothing but malice. This is not someone to mess with.

But, then again, neither am I.

"Who the hell are you?" Kith growls at him angrily. His voice surprises me back into the situation at hand. I shoot him a warning glance, but he is too busy trying to stay upright. He is still losing too much blood for my liking.

"Iam the new Director of Itexicon Institute. And you must be the alpha's brother," the Director replies coolly.

It was true. Kith was genetically related to Alpha, having been made using the same set of chromosomes. But, Kith didn't receive any special treatment because they shared the same blood. We believed that you don't have to be related to be close.

"Great. Now I know whose face needs rearranging," Kith snarls back, pushing away from Amity and coming up next to me. I take his arm firmly before he can take another step and his dark eyes meet mine briefly. He catches the warning in my eyes and he averts his own, backing down.

I look back at the men below.

"What do you want with us?" I ask, careful to keep my voice even. The man senses this and drops his smile at once. The change in him is so quick; it was like watching someone switch on a light bulb.

"I recognize the others, even the young shape-shifter. But I do not recognize you, Eraser. Where were you created? What is your serial number?" he asks seriously, frowning at me. I feel a shiver of cold anger run down my spine. Serial number? Like something you buy at the supermarket! I wanted to spit on the ground in front of me.

Instead, I just stare at him blankly.

"I see. If you won't cooperate with us; you time here will be rather… uncomfortable. But it is exhilarating to have you four here; we've been preparing for this day for quite a while now. Our plans are finally coming together," he muttered, more to himself than to us. Kith and I glanced at each other.

"Guards, take them to the holding cells. And bring the avian to the interrogation room. We need to have a little… chat," the Director sneers, before spinning on his heals and walking towards the door of the hanger.

The dark haired avian follows close behind him, glancing back at us briefly. I shoot him a deadly glare, which makes him wince and turn away quickly. I smirked, dark eyes glued to his back, where I could see his wing joints twitch nervously under his shirt.

You picked the wrong guy to mess with, I thought evenly.