Fang: a Maximum Ride Novel
“Bad childhood memories. It’s a lab-escapee thing. The meat cleaver was a mere annoyance in comparison.My mind was still reeling as I slogged through the sand back to our camp. I kept a death grip on Angel’s hand as she trotted beside me to keep up. The African sun beat down on us, and for the first time, the heat felt crushing to me.I really wanted to help the CSM and the refugees here, but my Mother Teresa aspirations were crumbling fast. This place was suddenly way too dangerous for us. Angel’s dire prediction, what the Voice had said about Dylan, Chu and the disappearing refugees in the middle of the night, and now Dr. Hans’s obsessive fondness for wielding knives and needles full of pathogens had all combined to turn this trip into a nightmare.We had to get out of there and far away from Dr. Cleaver. ASAP.“What did you think about Dylan?” Angel asked.“Poor sap,” I said briefly, and tried not to think about him too much in case she was in mind-reading mode.“Don’t you think we shoul...d stay and help him?”MoreLess
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