Angel clicked on a flashlight and shined it into the safe.
There was a single plastic bag duct taped shut with what looked like merely ten pieces of paper inside. On the front page were drawn three wings in a circle; a white one with a slash of black on the tip, a light brown one, and a black one.
Aaron stifled a sob, "That's us ... That's us..."
Fang pulled the plastic bag out and started to open it but stared at the rain, knowing that if he did open it here all the pages would be ruined.
As he held it a heat began to build in his chest ... This was it...
Thunder rolled, this time closer and Allan shifted on his feet, "We should head back before it gets any worse ... Is there anything else in the safe guys?"
Nudge leaned down and peered inside, pressing her hand to it for a moment before shaking her head. "No, nothing else."
They hurried back to the truck and crowded inside, muddy, shivering and exhausted.
Aaron followed the Jeep's taillights back, his mind elsewhere.
It was utterly dark outside by the time Max rushed through a near arctic shower and dressed. She had a towel tied around her head and was barefooted when she came out, rushing across the living room into the kitchen where everyone else was waiting.
"Did I miss anything?" She snuffed and rubbed her nose taking a seat at the large table.
Fang shook his head and ripped into the plastic bag, unable to wait any longer.
He lie the first page aside and stared at the header on the second.
Genotexicon, Parent Company of Itexicon Laboratories, Angotexicon Industries, Phoenotexicon Laboratories...
"Wow, that's a mouthful," Nudge whispered.
Fang read in silence, Max reading over his shoulder. She finished the page before him and snatched up the next her eyes wide.
"Come on you guys what's going on? What does it say?"
Max licked her lips but never lifted her eyes from the page, "This is from the Director ... Its how they're going to do it ... How they plan to end the world..."
"Well, how are they going to do it?"
Max shivered, "They're going to release a virus, and the only ones immune to it are them and the experiments they created."
"Like us?" Gasman said his fingers curling on the edge of the table.
Max shook her head. "No ... They've made something new... They mention that I kicked Omega's behind and they've mentioned his flaws, he can't focus on moving objects, he has a sensitive stomach and an allergy to salt...
"They've made a race of super kids they call The Immaculae ... They're super strong, like stronger than us ... They have eyes like ours and cat-reflexes ... The only problem with them is their temper and they've been described as, and I quote, 'Just plain creepy'..."
Fang shoved a page at Max, "Keywords ... A whole list of keywords, go get Jeb's computer!"
Max lunged away from the table and across the room, pulling the notebook computer from her bag and rushing back to the table.
There wasn't a 'whole list' it was three words. Alpha Gene ... Phoenotexicon ... Project Edge.
Search Results for Alpha Gene; 2
Project Profile, Subject; Sphinx
Project Profile, Subject; Omega
Max shivered and clicked on Sphinx's file, and came face to face with a picture of Amy Howard. At first Max thought it was Fang's mother, but then she saw the second photo, the photo of Amy's wings. And then at the bottom of the document highlighted in blue because she'd searched for it were the words IMPLATNED ALPHA GENE; DORMANT
Only on Omega's was the phrase, IMPLANTED ALPHA GENE; ACTIVE present.
She felt herself shiver, "Crap..."
"What?" Fang turned to her.
"I-I just found out who Alpha is."
"Who?"
She looked up and swallowed hard, "Amy Howard..."
His face went pale, "What?"
"She was 'Alpha Gene; Dormant'," She pointed to the screen.
"What does the Alpha Gene do?" Fang said trying to take the computer from her.
She pulled up a new search and typed in the word Angotexicon.
Search Results for Phoenotexicon; 1
Phoenotexicon Massacre
Max quickly skimmed the MEMO wondering what the words 'unfortunate accident while handling Project Edge.' Were all about.
When she searched Project Edge the same article popped up along with a Project Profile that held only two words, "Project Terminated".
"Okay, that only brought up more questions..." Max grumbled and shut the computer. She rubbed her forehead a moment. "But, at least we know what's happening, when its happening, and WHERE the REAL Snake's Head is..."
Fang nodded but Max's words still rang in his head, 'That only brought up more questions.'
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(NOTE; This chapter was meant to be confusing, just keep it all in mind because it's very important.)
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The Last Flight (A Maximum Ride fanfiction)
FanfictionThis is when there was no Dylan, no Gen 77 kid or those stupid turn that you hate so dear. This is just Max and Fang, Ella and Iggy, Nudge and (somebody) And guess what? They all done it, do that, now kids? Of course that's not how the story start...
