This could get messy.“Max — wait,” Angel said. “He doesn’t mean us harm.”“And you know this beca —,” I began sarcastically, then realized that she probably did actually know that. Dylan had a familiar alertness, a tensing of muscles that made me wonder if he’d been trained for battle. I guessed I would find out.“Angel is right,” said Dr. G-H quickly. “This is my clumsy way of demonstrating.”“Demonstrating what?” I was barely able to keep a snarl out of my voice. “How to get yourself beat up in one easy step?”“No,” said Dr. G-H. “Demonstrating the wonders of modern science. Watch.”And with that he rolled up one sleeve and swiftly injected himself with the hypo. It was something new and different, to watch a scientist experiment on himself. I liked it.Within moments the doctor gasped, wide-eyed, sucking in breath. He groaned and staggered a bit, holding his throat, then sank down into a chair.Angel was eating a banana and watching him avidly. I sent her a question: What’s going on?She looked at me and shrugged.
What do You think about Fang: A Maximum Ride Novel?
