Felix's PoV

I still wasn't exactly sure if going to Georgia was what Savannah meant, but Chase seemed so sure that I believed him. "If we do go to Georgia, how long will it take to fly there?" I asked. Chase thought for a second. "If we go ninety miles per hour, we'll get there in approximately eight hours. Then again..." He glanced down at Andrew and back up to me, "maybe longer."

I nodded, suddenly feeling scared. "Chase, what if Savannah can't get there?" I asked, quietly enough so Andrew wouldn't hear. Distress crossed his face briefly. "Then we'll have to find her." He said softly. Then Ash spoke up. "Shouldn't we be tracking her now?"
"They're too far away by now," I said, "and...I don't think she wanted us to follow her, right?" I looked at Chase for conformation. To both me and Ash's surprise, Chase fell right to his knees and let his head sink into his hands. "I can't believe this is happening." He said, voice muffled.

Then he looked up, shaking his head, and rocked back to his heals. "I'm sorry this happened. But I can promise that in three days, we'll be together again. Promise." I think he was saying this for Andrew's sake. Ash put her hand on Chase's shoulder. "You don't have to pretend to be brave. We're all scared." She told him. Chase's eyebrows rose as he looked at her. "Thanks, Ash, but I'll be fine. It's just-" He stood up again, shaking out his wings. "I'm just worried about you guys. Anybody hurt?"

It wasn't until he said that, when I realize my upper arm was throbbing, but I tried to ignore it. "I'm okay." I said. Ash nodded. "My wings are sore from where the Eraser pulled at them, but that's all." Then Andrew thrust out his hand. "I got hurt." He almost proudly announced, showing Chase the tiny scratch on his thumb. Chase cracked a smile. "You okay, buddy?" Andrew grinned, and it made me feel a little bit better. "I feel good. When is Savannah coming back?" He asked, still smiling.

Chase thought for half a second. "Soon. We're going to meet up with her far away in a little while." He explained. Andrew looked puzzled. "Is Harlow coming too?" My eyes widened. I couldn't believe we didn't remember that! "Aren't we supposed to wait here in Chicago for Harlow?" I exclaimed. Chase looked really frustrated now. "This is just great." He said in disgust. "My leading ladies are gone. Well, I have a plan. We'll wait here for one more day, then fly all day tomorrow to get to Georgia." He announced. It was a good plan. "So where are we going now?" I asked.

Chase put his hands on his hips. "I'm sure none of us are in the mood for sightseeing now, though I doubt the Erasers will be back." He said. I mentally agreed with him. My mood had totally been spoiled. First Harlow was gone, and now Savannah was kidnapped. I missed her already.

"I know," Ash spoke up, sounding glum. "Why don't we go to the Willis tower and go into one of those cute sky box things? We'd be able to see Harlow from forever away." She suggested. Chase nodded. "Good thinking, Ash." He stood, motioning us to take off.

Less then ten minutes later, we were in a sky box thing on the Willis tower, looking down hundreds of feet. It was actually kind of funny, because there were two teenage girls with us, about Chase's age, who were screaming and scared to come on. It was also annoying because they were exaggerating so much. "They're just trying to impress Chase." Ash whispered to me, giggling. I looked closer and realized that the girls were glancing at Chase every few seconds to see if he'd noticed them.

He hadn't. Chase was pressed against the side of the glass, peering out and looking sad, and I knew he was thinking of Savannah. Harlow, maybe, because of course he loved her, but we all knew he still had special feelings for Savannah, even though they'd broken up. I went to stand by Chase, leaning gently against the glass next to him. "You guys shouldn't have broken up." I whispered. Chase glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. "What do you mean?" He asked. I fingered my windbreaker, thinking of how to get out what was all mixed up in my mind.

"None of us like seeing you so sad." I admitted. It felt a little weird doing this, because just two days ago Chase was talking to me like this, giving me advice, and now I felt like I was years older. "It'll wear off." Chase said, shrugging it off. I shook my head. "See, that's the thing. It won't wear off. You can't just make yourself stop loving someone." Chase glared at me, but it wasn't exactly angry. "So are you saying that the only thing that I can do either be in a relationship with her or leave this flock?" His voice was hard and sarcastic.

I shook my head, feeling shot down, but again gathered up my courage. "No." I made my tone icy. "I'm saying you can be with her without destroying this flock. It's possible, Chase."

Chase didn't reply for a long moment, thinking. Then he narrowed his eyes at me. "Oh yeah? How is it possible?" Ash came to stand next to me, as if she were on my side. "I agree with Felix." Her voice was high. I was encouraged, dismayed, and horrified that we were auguring about this here. "We know that you think about her a lot, and sometimes you guys kiss too much, but other than that, both of you still do a great job of being leaders. So if you act like every thing's normal, yet still be in love, it can work!" Ash said, and I was proud of her to be so smart.

Chase didn't reply, just turned away. "Yeah, maybe." I heard him slightly murmur. Then, suddenly, his eyes widened. "H-Harlow!" He sputtered, pointing madly out the window. The girls- who were peering out of the window next to us-eyes widened. "Is that a bird?" One of them stammered.

I glanced over quickly at them. "Yeah. It's a hawk." I muttered, hoping she'd believe me, and already started hurrying out of the sky box, grabbing Andrew's hand and leading him towards the large elevator. The rest of the flock leaped after me, and we all crammed ourselves in the claustrophobic elevator. Ash was bouncing on her toes with excitement, Andrew was grinning ear-to-ear, and Chase looked a little less stressed. Suddenly, Ash's face went pale. "Wait a second guys." She whispered. "There were three people flying toward us."

Harlow's PoV

My heart was light and happy as I flew at top speed to Chicago, remembering Felix's wanting to go there. I was positive they were there-I didn't know why, but I had that weird instinct that I've learned to trust. Horace was keeping up extremely well, but Indy looked very shaky and her face had absolutely no color in it. I tilted my wing, gliding over to Horace. "Horace, why isn't Indy a good flier?" I asked, once I was certain I was at least sixty feet away from her and couldn't be overheard.

Horace smiled a bit. "The poor bird-child fears heights." He explained. "She flies very rarely." I grimaced at the irony. "Oh. I see." I said, glancing back at Indy again and this time noticing her shaky flying. Then I looked forward again, squinting at the huge tower in front of us that was coming into focus. "They're in there." I motioned ahead. "I can feel it." Horace nodded, then angled down outside of the city. When we'd skidded to a halt, Indy threw herself to the ground. "I'm never going in the air again." She said shakily, pressing her face into the grass. Then she sat quickly upright, expression suddenly blank and unreadable again.

I grabbed her hand to help her up, and noticed she was shaking. Instantly I felt bad for her. "I'm okay. Where to now?" Indy said gruffly, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. I looked up high into the sky, and spotting the tower, motioned toward it. "There." I said quietly. "They're there."

Savannah's PoV

I was shaking, and I couldn't stop. I was cold, and I couldn't get warm. I was scared beyond belief, and I needed Chase.

I had no idea where I was, because I was tied into some sort of bag, and I was feeling lightheaded from lack of oxygen. Bouncing around in the sack over the Eraser's shoulder, I grabbed my head with both my hands and tried to stop the headache that was increasing by the second. Finally, with a thud, the Eraser roughly dropped the bag on a cold, hard ground, taking my breath away for a moment when I landed on my back. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, preparing me to jump out of this bag the moment they opened it and then run for my life.

"We captured the oldest female." One of the other Erasers, the leader of their pack, announced. "Good." Another voice cackled, and my blood ran like ice. It was the creepiest, haunting voice I'd ever head. "Now I must speak to her." He commanded sharply. I held my breath as the bag was slashed open with a long, cruelly twisted knife. An Eraser grabbed my arm, yanking me upright, and threw me into a metal chair, where locks immediately curled around my ankles and wrists.

I looked up and met eyes with the man who'd spoken. He was tall-freakishly tall-he towered over me, glaring down with pure black eyes. I resisted the urge to shiver, and instead glared right back at him, shoving down all my fear. Slowly, an evil smile crossed his old-looking face, turning to the Erasers. "Very excellent. Now leave us." He commanded. I strained against my locks, which didn't do any bit of good, but my eyes never left the man's.

He was wearing a black jumpsuit-style top with a thick black vest, baggy cargo pants, and knee high black boots. Given his buzz-cut hair and hard, scared face, it boosted up his "evil" appearance. "My name is Vladimir." (A/N- pronounced: vuh-lad-a-mirror) He said, voice even more cold and creepy then before, and I noticed he had the slightest of Russian accents. "And you," he went on, "are not za oldest. Za runaway girl, Harlow, is." He smirked at his knowledge, and I dreaded that he knew this. "However," he continued, "vat a prize, vat a prize to have za leader captured."

Quickly, my eyes scanned the room. It was frigid and dark, with small rays of sunlight streaming through the six grimy windows on either side of the room. Though large, the room was semi-empty and appeared to be the remains of a warehouse or factory. "I volunteered for someone else." I said through clenched teeth, "you did not capture me." Vladimir waved his hand as if it didn't matter. "Now, you vil give me all za information I need." He said, very calmly, almost pleasantly.

"No." I scoffed, hoping he didn't have a gun. "I will tell you nothing." Promptly, he stepped forward and slapped his hand across my face, making my head snap back. I repressed a whimper, cheek burning, trying to ignore the pain. "You ignorant fool." He spat, leveling his face to mine. "You do not know za power I am capable of. You do not know za power I have to kill you."

I couldn't help my eyes growing wide with fear. He could be bluffing, but I doubted that, he looked dead serious and smug about it. "What do you what with me?" I wanted my voice to be strong, fearless, but it was wavering. Vladimir took a few steps back and sank into a black leather chair, folding his hands on the wooden desk in front of him. "How vel do you know your American history? Vel enough to know vat occurred during World War 2?" He asked.

I blinked, trying to remember back to any scrap of history I learned, but it was hard in this situation. "Uhm, Germany tried to rule the world?" I guessed. It sounded right. Vladimir gave a sound of disgust, slamming his fists against the table. "Stupid halfwit." He muttered, then sighed. "Hitler created a super-race, filled with the most brilliant, efficient, and incredible people in the world! I intend to re-create this era, only this time-" he paused to rise out of his chair, looking powerful and more evil than ever. "I WILL SUCCEED!"

He screamed the last part and I winced, dread already filling me.

Ash's PoV

"Harlow!" I screeched, throwing myself into her wiry arms. I hugged her tightly to me, breathing in her Harlow-smell, and dancing around with joy as she spun me around. "Hey, Ash." She said calmly, but her face was bursting with smiles. I finally let her go so the others, especially Andrew, hug her. Felix looked up at her with worry. "Harlow, why'd you leave? We were so scared! We missed you so much!" Harlow rubbed his back. "You missed me?" She asked. Felix nodded, and I saw the old, nice-looking man behind her smile.

"Of course!" I said, then asked, "who are they?" I pointed to the old man and the girl, who looked around Savannah and Chase's age. Harlow grinned and motioned for them to come forward. "Guys, this is Horace and this is Indy." I tilted my head. Horace had an open face that was warm and friendly, and Indy looked closed off and mad. "Hi!" I said brightly, mostly to the older man. "I'm Ash! I'm eight and probably three-quarters."

Chase laughed, hugging Harlow. "Glad your back!" He said happily, and I was glad he seemed way less worried than he did before. Then he stepped towards Indy, holding out his hand with a grin. "Chase, nice to meet you." Indy hesitated for a moment, looking at Chase almost suspiciously, but then carefully reached out and shook his hand.

I watched as Andrew threw his arms around Harlow's knees and hugging her tightly. "Harlow! You're back! I missed you lots and lots." Harlow's eyes sparkled with happiness as she gathered him into her arms. "I missed you too, kiddo." She whispered. Then she looked up. "Where's Savannah?" She asked. The second she said that, everybody from our flock froze. I risked a glance at Chase, who took a deep breath. He looked almost ashamed. "She...was captured." Chase started. "Erasers came and were about to kidnap Ash, but Savannah took her place."

Harlow was stunned. "What?" She squeaked. "Well why aren't we doing anything?" Felix shuffled in place. "Savannah gave us clues to meet us in Georgia." He explained, brushing hair from his eyes. "In three days."

Horace, the old man, stepped forward, unfurling his beautiful white wings. "If you wouldn't mind, we'd like to offer our service to help." He said.

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