Sorry for the long wait guys. I've been really, really busy. My weekday consists of school until 2, cross county every day until 5, and then homework until 8. Every weekend, I have cross country, baseball, and homework, leaving me with absolutely no time to write. I barely had the time to finish this.

Fang: Excuses, excuses.

Me: Well, yeah, kinda. I'm gonna update really infrequently. Plus, next month I'm taking part in, you guessed, NaNoWriMo. I'll be kind of hard pressed for updates, so expect one more until then, and then nothing until December. Once again, I'm really sorry, guys.

Shout-out to: Sierra156

The Director shook his head at the news report and turned the monitor off. "Things will be much harder for you from here on out," he warned me. "You're a wanted criminal now."

No shit, Sherlock, I thought. Everything was going way downhill. And fast. First we lost Fang, and now we're wanted criminals. Our numbers were starting to diminish. Angel, now Fang…

"Wait. How's Angel?" I asked. Somehow, between Fang and this, I had completely forgotten about her.

The Director's face was grim. My heart had fallen out of my chest. Something must have gone terribly wrong, I told myself, fearing for the worst.

"We… don't know. It seemed like the procedure was successful, but her mind is still completely blocked off. There's only one way to tell really…" his voice trailed off. I raised my eyebrows. The Director refused to look at me. "We can put you alone in a room with her. See how she reacts. Right now, if she's still under DG control, she won't be able to keep up her act."

I didn't get it. "That sounds simple enough. What's the big deal?"

The Director shook his head, and gave me a solemn look. "You don't understand. While you're in there we can't guarantee your safety. It's possible we won't get in there in time if she attacks you. You could die."

I disregarded the warning immediately. "It doesn't matter." Nothing really matters at this point. We've already lost so much.

The Director shook his head again, clearly frustrated with my response. "This way," he mumbled. I followed him alone.

We arrived at another one of those invisible doors in another blank hallway. This place was bland.

I walked in the room, almost nervous of what I would find.

Angel was sitting in the far corner of the room, hugging her legs. It looked like she'd been crying.

I noticed that I was the only one in the room when the door closed behind me. "Angel?" I called out.

She looked up, her face miserable. "Max?" When she saw me, she jumped up and ran towards me. "Max!"

This is it, I thought. Time to see if we truly had Angel back. If this didn't work I don't know what I would do.

Upon arriving at me, Angel jumped and tightly wrapped her arms around me. Thankfully, not my throat.

"Where are we, Max? Are we still in Paris? Where's everyone else?" she asked me frantically, sounding a bit like Nudge.

"You're okay now, sweetie. We're safe, everyone's safe," I said as she finally let go. "C'mon, this way." I pointed where the door was, the one we couldn't see. Angel grabbed my hand, like she used to last year before our lives had been thrown inside out. The door opened, and the Director looked weirdly relieved to see me unharmed.

We arrived back in the Director's "office," where everyone in the Flock was waiting anxiously. They saw me walking in holding Angel's hand, and their faces lit up. None of us could stop smiling. Even everyone in Fang's Gang was grinning. The Director walked in a bit behind us, forcing a weak smile. "Enjoy your family reunion while you can. We just confirmed the Doomsday Group headquarters."

My face hardened and my fists clenched. "Where is it?"

"In Germany. The old Itex headquarters."

I'm sorry. That was really obvious, but I had to do it.

Anyways, next chapter, I'm going to make up for killing Fang off.

Fang: I still have no idea how you plan on doing that.

Me: Trust me, I can and will. Next chapter. Until then.

~MaximumX and Fang