Angel_ A Maximum Ride Novel - James Patterson [56]
Fang smacked his hand against the elevator wall, no doubt startling the chipmunks.
“Is that what you think?” he asked. “Do you think I like seeing you with that… experiment?”
Okay, pot calling the kettle black, but—
“Do you think I like seeing you with that… clone?”
“But this is what you decided!” he said.
“This is what you decided!” I said, stung. “You’re the one who left! You’re the one who immediately replaced all of us! Replaced me!”
“She’s not a replacement for you!” His face softened for a moment. “No one could replace you. But I needed another good fighter. And… she’s really very different from you, in lots of ways.”
“That’s special!” I snapped. “Glad to hear it!”
“What about you and superboy?” Fang demanded. “You think I don’t know what’s going on?”
“Yeah? Then tell me, ’cause I have no freaking idea what’s going on!”
Our voices had gotten louder and louder in the tiny space, and the elevator had been moving so slowly that we didn’t even notice when it groaned to a halt. But suddenly the doors opened, and our voices spilled out into the elegant hallway. Then my eyes locked on Angel’s small, determined face.
She crossed her arms and had obviously been waiting for us. “Okay, you guys,” she said briskly, “you can argue later. Right now you need to listen up. I have a plan.”
Oh, there you go, I thought in dismay. If there were ever words guaranteed to strike fear into my heart…
I sighed.
“Let’s hear it,” I said.
65
I ALMOST DIDN’T want to let Fang join us in our hotel room. Part of me was tempted to say, “I think your gang is waiting for you on the next floor.” But if we were going to battle the Doomsday Group, we all had to work together. So I gritted my teeth while he went to get the others, and then we all crammed into the room that Nudge, Angel, and I shared.
“But—she’s seven,” I heard Star whisper. “Why does she have a plan?”
I didn’t bother to explain.
“Okay, we’ve seen that the Doomsday Group is made up of young people,” Angel said, pacing back and forth. “Like, really young people. But… I’m the right age to actually join them.”
“Join them?” Nudge asked. “How?”
“Let myself be recruited,” Angel said, leaning against one of the beds. “They’re way less likely to suspect anything from an innocent-looking little girl. Teenagers aren’t innocent-looking, ever. And as an actual member, I could get much deeper. I could really get inside and find out much more, I bet.”
“But…” Holden looked around. “Maybe an older kid should do it. It’s probably pretty dangerous.” I didn’t mention the fact that he looked about ten himself.
“I can deal with pretty dangerous,” Angel said, not bragging, and Fang’s gang looked surprised.
I sat there, straining to keep my mouth shut, which just goes to show that a person can change. I was having my typical knee-jerk reaction, which meant I wanted like crazy to keep everyone I cared about safe, nixing ideas and squashing risky plans to make that happen. Clearly, this was a risky plan. I wanted to squash it. I wanted to squash it really, really bad.
But I wasn’t going to.
The old me, dealing with the old Angel, definitely would have. And for good reason. But… I’d changed. And so had Angel. And the changed part of me felt that I should probably, against my better judgment, let Angel do what she wanted. And I believed that the changed part of Angel might not sell me down the river while she did it. Lately, she’d been like her old self, the trustworthy old self. The nonbackstabbing old self. And maybe she needed to prove that to me right now. And maybe I needed her to prove that to me.
Slowly I nodded, forcing words out of my mouth. “I think… that’s a good idea,” I said, shocking everyone. “You’re the perfect mark for their indoctrination, and an insider could get a lot of useful information. Yes, it could be a real danger fest, but,