I'm sorry about the delay, but I am trying to update as much as possible. I'm starting high school in 2 weeks and I'm taking all honors classes, so I might not be able to update.

Fang: Poor you.

Me: Ah, yes, everyone, meet Fang. He'll be "staying" in my closet from now on.

Fang: There's no room in there.

Me: Too bad. Get used to it.

Fang: -mumbles about escaping-

Me: Anyways. Now that I've kidnapped Fang, I feel it's time for another disclaimer. I do not legally own Fang or the Maximum Ride series. All legal ownership goes to James Patterson. Also, Marshsameelobear, I did get your recommendation on a kidnapee, but My friend had already recommended Fang through a text.

Fang: Damn your friend.

Me: -sighs- Anyways, shout-outs to: Sierra156 (who is now my top reviewer) and Marshsameelobear.

Max PoV:

I woke up in a cell, lying on the cool, linoleum floor. I jolted upright and quickly scanned the room. The bare white walls were accompanied by nothing. As far as I could tell, I was alone in here. I looked around more slowly, hoping to find an escape route. Frustrated, I looked down. I couldn't even see a door. I looked slightly to the left, and nearly jumped. Nearly leaning up against me, lying on his side, was Fang. He was still unconscious.

For a second, I simply watched Fang sleep. Then I gave him a small nudge on the arm and whispered, "Fang. Hey, Fang. Wake up." At first, he did nothing, but began to stir after a moment. His head rolled to the side, and he slowly sat up as the sedative wore off.

"Max?" He asked as he came to. "What the hell happened?"

I paused for a moment, deep in thought. What did happen? "I think we were in a car crash. We were ambushed by Erasers. Shot by dart guns." I paused again. "I think Angel tried to kill me."

My voice fell mid-sentence, and I fought off tears. She was working for the Doomsday Group by choice. My baby had betrayed me and tried to kill me. I felt Fang slide his arm around my shoulder to comfort me.

Merely seconds later, a hole appeared in the wall, and two armed Erasers walked in. "Come. The Director has requested to see you," One of the two said in a monotone. Fang and I stared at each other as we stood up. The Director?

Dylan PoV:

Dylan's eyes slowly began to blink and open. He had no idea how long he'd been out. With his eyes still adjusting, everything was blurry, including the outline of the figure sitting in the corner of the room, looking at him. "Max?" he asked, but the moment the words left his mouth, he knew he was wrong.

"No," the figure scowled at him. "Maya.'

Dylan felt his face redden slightly. "Sorry," he mumbled, and an awkward silence filled the air as they stared at each other. Despite the obvious visible differences, she was so much like Max. "So…" he began to break the silence, but before he could finish, a pair of Erasers walked in through a recently materialized entrance. "The Director has ordered to see you."

Max PoV:

The Erasers led us out of the cell and into an equally dull hallway, their guns poking at our backs. Halfway through the hall, a doorway appeared and two more Erasers led out Maya and Dylan. Before we reached the end of the hallway, everyone was in line.

Finally, we came to a larger room, with more obvious doors and whitecoats frantically running back and forth, stacks of papers in hand. The room was still bare white, but it seemed more important. There appeared to be a large open office at the end of the room, with a large seat, a huge desk, and tons of filing cabinets. And the Erasers were leading us right to it.

There were two people at the desk, one of them showing the other something in some file. The one holding the file was in their mid-20s, while the other was in their young-30s. As we got nearer, the younger of the two scurried away.

"Director, sir," An Eraser in the front called out to him. "Maximum Ride. Just as you requested."

The man, now sitting down, looked up from his desk. "Good," he acknowledged, then turned to me. I almost gasped. I was looking at a splitting image of Dylan. "I've been looking forward to this confrontation for so long, Max. Welcome to the new Itex."

Fang: That ending sucked.

Me: Shut up! It did not suck…that badly. I was going to put more, but I wanted to get this chapter up. What can you do?

Fang: You could've made them wait and written more.

Me: Stop being annoying or you sleep in the closet again.

Fang: -mumbles- Not if I escape first.

Me: What was that?

Fang: -shuts up-

Me: Okay then. I'll try to update again within the next few days so you don't have to wait in suspense. Review if you think Fang deserves better than my tiny closet.

Fang: Please review.

-MaximumX and Fang