So sorry I didn't update over the weekend guys. I'd give you excuses, but I doubt you'd care. Thanks to everyone that alerted and reviewed.

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I felt my mind wandering in and out of semi consciousness as we made our way to the airport. I still had no idea where the hell we were going, but at the moment, I really didn't care. I don't really know what happened-I think Dylan took charge, but how could I be expected to know?

When my eyes finally started working again, we were in the plane already. Huh. That was quick. We were in slightly uncomfortable gray leather seats in the economy section. Somehow I was already buckled in. I tensed until I saw Dylan sitting next to me, giving me a reassuring smile. I relaxed and looked out the window to what was left of Paris as we took off. I knew I would never again have good memories of any part of France. Despite my will, a tear began to roll down my cheek. I felt Dylan squeeze my shoulder, and quickly wiped it away. Now was no time for emotions. My Flock needed me to be strong. I turned around to see how everyone else was doing. Iggy, Nudge, and Gazzy were sitting in the row behind us. Nudge had a laptop out, and was showing something to Gazzy. The conflicted emotions showing on his face told me it was about Angel. Something you long for no matter how painful it is.

I turned to the TV screen on the wall in front of me. I ordered a movie, just to try to occupy myself. I think it was The Exorcist, but I couldn't stay focused on it, or anything else for that matter. About an hour through, a laughing Eraser face popped onto the screen, and was met seconds later with a new image. It was the bomb going off at Paris. Then the same event at other cities. Tokyo. New York. San Diego. London. Beijing. Berlin. Rome. Then public places. Stop and Shops. Best Buys. Targets. Then small neighborhoods and rural towns. I tried turning the TV off. Nothing. I ripped wires. Still nothing. I punched the screen, shoving the seat forward. Thank god no one was sitting there. Yet the image continued playing on the shattered glass.

"Max!" I turned to see Dylan staring at me concerned. My face was pale with sweat dripping down it, and I could feel my body shaking. "What was that?" He asked more quietly.

"N-nothing. I'm fine," I stuttered, my voice shaking. Dylan looked at me with disbelief, but to my relief, he did not question me further. Instead, he handed me a new Mac Book. I didn't even ask where he got it. Systematically, I opened up to Fang's blog. The most recent blog post was from yesterday. It was some memorial to Angel. I looked at the comment box. Already over 8,000. All in one day. Once again, Fang had built an army. An army vowing to destroy the DG.

Angel woke up to numbness. A feeling she was quite used to now. Her vision faint, she rolled her head to the side. New to her was another gurney. She waited for her vision to clear, and saw who was lying on it. It was Fang, with the rattlesnake necklace, dressed exactly the way he had been on Total's birthday. What? That's odd. He wasn't wearing that in Paris. Her mind drifted drearily. I'm so tired… Angel closed her eyes. Everything would be come clear to her soon.

They were standing on an old, out of commission oil rig, way beyond that being a working operation. Instead, all 25 of the men had transformed it into a missile-launching rig, armed and ready to hone onto the oncoming aircraft the Flock was in. In just minutes, they'd all be dead. Operation Falling Angels would never be necessary. The group finished preparing the missile for launch.

There were just two things: none of them were men, and none of them were fully human.

My longest chapter ever! (Throws a party). So with that, I'll do my best to update this weekend, but no promises.

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