Hey guys, so I've been getting a lot of reviews (2) about Fax over Mylan. Don't worry, I'm a firm believer in Fax. However, based on the events of Angel, Max would initially be falling for Dylan. Don't worry, there will be Fax later on.

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"Max?" I looked over to Dylan, deep in concentration with a furrowed brow. "I think…we're in trouble."

"How much?" I asked, my voice chocked. If I lost another Flock member…

"There's a missile being aimed at us. We'll be directly over it in just a few minutes."

I began to worry. "Are you sure?" God, we were over the middle of the freaking ocean! How on Earth were we supposed to get to land?

Dylan nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure."

Crap. There was no way out of the plane. There were windows, but our heads wouldn't even fit out of them.

Wait. I knew the way out. I'd seen it on TV before. These guys went into the bathroom and pulled some rope, which dropped them out from the floor. Maybe…

I walked down the aisle to the bathroom, and found nothing of the sort. However, there was a weak spot under the sink. I kicked a hole in it, big enough for us to drop in through. We'd be dropping right in front of the engines. Very dangerous, but better than being blown to smithereens.

I left the bathroom and told the Flock the plan. We slowly edged our way to the bathroom and left one at a time. Dylan and I were the last ones left. He gave me a sad smile as he left.

I climbed down through the hole I made and heard a scream. Nudge. When my eyes finally found her, I was relieved to find her fine, though she was much closer to the engine than everyone else. I can only guess the wind caught her and almost brought her to the engine. The heat was radiating off of it, and pressing against it would make cooked bird-kid.

I was still hanging onto the hole in the floor. "When we drop off, go straight down 150 feet then off to the right, got it?" I yelled over the deafening roar of the engines. I doubted they would hear me, but five understanding nods soon followed. All right then. "Now!"

With that, we dropped 100 feet before unfurling our wings then dropped 50 more. Then we were flying. Oh God, we were flying! Man, was it relaxing. I could almost forget everything that had happened. Almost.

We were suddenly propelled forward by a huge explosion from behind us. A huge fireball now replaced the plane we were in seconds ago. It was no coincidence. They were tracking us. The DG knew exactly where we were.

I turned to Dylan. "Where did they launch it from?"

He looked down, doing a slow 360 . He pointed. "There. An oil rig 3 points Northwest. They're armed, but they're celebrating." He looked at me. "They think we're dead."

"Well then, let's go disappoint them," I said smiling for the first time in ages. "Iggy, Gazzy, you still have those bombs?"

They smiled and pulled out handfuls of small explosives. God, those airline companies had to step up on their security. We walked onto a plane armed with bombs for crying out loud. They were making this way too easy for the DG.

We swooped in for attack. We immediately knocked four in the water-a fifth was dangling from the edge. Fully aware, they pulled out their Uzi's and opened fire on us, nothing hitting. I dove feet first into one's chest and grabbed the gun as it flew into the air. I used the DG's own weapons against them. I fired upon them until the gun was empty and grabbed a new one, clubbing the kid in the back of the head for it. I become the main target of misses, and the rest of the Flock moved quickly. Before long, the deck was clear.

"Should we blow it up?" Gazzy asked, a little too excited.

Not yet. You should see the lower deck first.

Voice? I thought back. What are you doing? Missed me? I asked with obvious sarcasm.

The door is under a chair in the front.

I sighed. "Not yet Gazzy." I walked past the launching mechanism. How did no one notice this or the missile? And how the hell did this thing not explode? There were scorch marks and oil spots everywhere. When we got to the front, I saw the chair the Voice was talking about. A gray metal folding chair. Budget cuts?

Underneath it was a pretty well concealed trap door. We popped it open and jumped in. It was about a 10-foot drop. There was no light switch, but our eyes gradually adjusted to the light. When my eyes finally did, I was shocked.

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