“I started following you . . . everywhere you went. I started calling in sick so I could sit outside your school; I watched your practices from the parking lot; I stayed up all night just to make sure there was no way you’d be taken.
“The night you were taken, the whole reason I didn’t let you ride with your team after the game was because I couldn’t take the chance . . .” His voice broke. “I couldn’t risk taking my eyes off you, not for a second.”
His entire face crumpled. “And then it happened anyway. Despite all my planning and watching. Despite the sleepless nights and the stakeouts . . . they took you anyway. But I told myself it was okay because you’d come back . . . you were supposed to come back. Two days, that’s what it was for everyone else . . . less than two days.”
His face went slack, like all the life had been drained from him. “Not you though. You didn’t return. I lost my job after that, but I would have quit anyway. I hated the ISA. I hated everything they stood for. This was their fault—my baby being stolen. No one believed me, not your mom, not our friends, and definitely not the police. I had no recourse.”
He fell to his knees, sobbing. “I wished it had been me. They should have taken me.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I WANTED TO ABSOLVE MY DAD. SAY SOMETHING comforting. Be one of those good daughters who said nice things and could forgive easily. Forget.
Maybe that was Old Kyra.
New Kyra needed time. Maybe Tyler and I had more in common than either of us realized.
I had no idea how I was supposed to feel. I was numb. Shell-shocked maybe, if that was a real thing.
All this time . . . all those years lost . . . could they really be his fault? Maybe not directly, but he’d known me being taken was a possibility. He’d worked for those responsible.
I thought I’d learned everything when the M’alue had downloaded all that information into me, but apparently even that was one-sided. They either didn’t know that my dad had worked for the ISA, or they didn’t consider it relevant.
But I did.
That was the other thing, the M’alue weren’t really the M’alue at all. They called themselves the Maanjaulfgaa.
The name was more a sensation than even a word. A shiver that started with a hum and ended with a vibration. In my head that made perfect sense, but my mouth couldn’t wrap itself around it. So, until there was a better option, Dr. Clarke and my dad were right, M’alue was close enough.
The information the M’alue had given me was enough to fill my brain, my dad’s brain, and everyone’s in this entire room. It was probably enough to fill every computer in the ISA.
Tyler had been right though. It was no accident we’d come here. The M’alue had been using us, leading us, homing in on us and sending messages meant only for us. They wanted us to be here. But not to hurt us. They weren’t the ones who couldn’t be trusted.
I now knew the full history of the First Contact Meetings, including who was really there, where they met, and the transcripts of each and every conversation they’d had.
I even knew the exact coordinates of the M’alue’s home planet, which was so far from Earth, and so outside the realm of human comprehension, that even if I tried to disclose it, I’d have to hand draw star chart after star chart just to get close.
I had the names, dates, and locations of every abductee who had ever been taken, and the information of everyone who was ever returned, which was a far smaller number.
I knew who’d died and who they sent back.
I would’ve been angry if I hadn’t also been given a glimpse at the M’alue and their dying population . . . not hundreds or thousands, but millions of them. As far as they were concerned, we’d been their last hope. Not because they’d believed we held the cure, but because by the time they’d located us, they’d run out of resources to keep searching for other options.
Fortunately for them, it had been us. We had been the answer they were seeking. It had taken them decades, and several failed attempts, but ultimately, through their experiments on humans, they’d managed to perfect and extract the one microscopic chromosome they’d needed to save almost an entire population.
Was it worth it? The M’alue believed it was, and who was I to decide whether their entire planet . . . their entire species should have gone extinct without what we—the human race—had to offer.
If only they would have gone about it a different way.
If only the ISA hadn’t captured and held Adam.
“Right now we have bigger problems,” I told my dad. “I know the real meaning of the message.” Suddenly no one was pretending not to listen, and it wasn’t just my dad and me having a private conversation. “We got it wrong,” I told the others. “It was a warning, but not in the way we thought it was. The meaning . . . the interpretation . . .” I shook my head, and looked at everyone but my dad. I couldn’t do it, make things right with him yet. “It wasn’t right. And we didn’t have the entire message. It wasn’t ‘The Returned must die,’ it was ‘The Returned must end.’ They were offering us a bargain. An exchange.” I hoped I was making sense because I was talking so fast, wanting to make them understand. We didn’t have a ton of time. “They were offering to end all this. To stop taking and returning humans if Adam is released.”
Tyler came toward me. “So let’s do it. Let’s tell Dr. Clarke what we know.”
I lifted my chin to meet his eyes. “The ISA already knows. They got the full message and rejected them. They’re never letting Adam go.”
“How can you be so sure?” Jett asked.
“Because something happened when I boarded that spaceship up there.”
Jett looked confused. “So . . . wait. Are you saying you weren’t taken by force? Because that’s what it looked like . . . on the radar screen. That that ship of theirs, or whatever it was, just engulfed you.”
I shook my head. “They’re not hostile. At least, that’s not their intention. I can’t explain it, but somehow I sensed they were inviting me on board. Maybe not in so many words . . . at least not in a way you or I would understand . . .” I chewed my lip trying to think of a way to make it clear. “And they never actually spoke to me, but I . . . knew what they wanted.” I shook my head. “Seriously, I get how crazy this sounds, and I wish I could make it more clear, but the truth is, I don’t remember how it happened. I honestly thought I was up there for less than an hour.” I tried to laugh it off, because that was starting to feel like the story of my life—gaping memory lapses—but the laugh caught on a lump in my throat. I swallowed, trying again. “All I know is we’re running out of time.”
Simon drew me back to the issue at hand. “When you say ‘running out of time’ . . . time for what, Kyra?”
I pushed my shoulders back, determined to find a way to make this clear. “We’re in trouble. And not just us,” I explained, looking around at all of them, even my dad. His eyes were bloodshot, but he was paying attention. “Everyone . . . like the entire planet.”
Willow eyed me. “You sure you didn’t bang your head on something? You said you don’t remember all of what happened up there, maybe you got a concussion and you hallucinated the whole thing.”
I glanced at Jett. “You saw the radar. Did that look like a hallucination?”
Hanging back ’til this point, Thom spoke up. “If they’re not hostile, then what makes you think we’re in danger? Did they tell you that?”
I started to shake my head and then stopped myself. “Like I said, not in so many words. My memory was blank, but when I snapped out of . . . whatever happened to me . . . I just understood things. Like they transferred information straight into my brain.”
Griffin wrinkled her nose skeptically. “Like what?”
“Like this.” I lifted my hand and drew their attention to the table Griffin had been sitting at a minute ago. I felt the familiar tingle tugging the skin at the back of my neck, only this time I didn’t have to concentrate, I just took a breath and . . .
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The pen she’d been using was suddenly hovering six inches above the tabletop.
Willow’s mouth fell open as she gaped at me. I flashed her a knowing grin and then flicked my fingers at the pen and it shot toward me. I caught it in my fist, and inhaled deeply.
There’d been a part of me that had worried Willow might be right—that I’d suffered some sort of space fever.
When I turned and caught Simon staring at me, I raised my eyebrows. “And I’m barely concentrating. Like I said, I can’t explain it. I just knew stuff. And not just how to move objects; other things too. They taught me how to tap into electrical currents.” I was more nervous now. At least the thing with the pen was something I’d tried before, something I’d only been perfecting. The electrical thing was all new to me, and if I blew it . . .
I squeezed both hands into fists, closing my eyes as I concentrated on what I wanted to have happen.
Lights out, I thought. And then, desperate to prove I wasn’t delusional, I added, Please, for the love of God, get this right . . .
Even though my eyes were shut, I knew the moment the room went dark because I heard the collective gasp. When I opened them again, eight heads shot my way, and I knew they were all seeing my eyes, and only my eyes.
“Whoa,” Jett admired.
“That was . . . wow . . .” Tyler added.
“I know,” I admitted, with almost audible relief. And just to test things out, I popped my fingers wide, feeling like a tacky, second-rate magician when I did.
Still, the lights came back on at once.
There were several light-adjusting blinks before I announced, “See? Not a head injury.”
But there was one thing I needed to make very clear, something we all needed to take seriously. I spoke mainly to Tyler, Simon, and Jett since they’d been there. “You know how Dr. Clarke told us the ISA replicated the EVE? What she didn’t mention was that they didn’t build just one ship. They have an entire fleet of them. I don’t even think the M’alue I met were aware of what the ISA was up to.” My eyes fell on Tyler. “At least not until you and I arrived.”
“You?” my dad interrupted. “How does your being here make a difference?”
“All I know for sure is that we were what the ISA has been missing. Now that they have us, they’re one step closer to getting their fleet airborne.”
Griffin glanced from Tyler to me, and then snatched her pen out of my hand. “That . . . trick you just did there might be impressive, but there’s no way they can expect the two of you to pilot an entire fleet.”
“Not pilot,” I explained. “Power up. Tyler and I . . . we’re some sort of power source for these things. Dr. Clarke told us that when we got here, the EVE sent out a signal, but she was wrong. The entire fleet sent out signals. All of the ships. That’s how the M’alue knew the ships were here. But the thing is, they need us.” I looked at Tyler. “The ship I piloted . . . the ISA made . . .” I frowned, trying to pinpoint the right word. “Modifications to its original design. They put in manual controls designed to be used by humans. If they can get us . . . or some other Replaced . . .” I thought of Alex Walker and the way I thought he might be like us before the NSA had snatched him away and experimented on him. “All they need is to power up their ships, and then someone else can step in and fly them.”
“Why not use Adam? If all they need is a power source?” Jett asked.
I shook my head. “He’s too sick. They’ve done”—bile flooded my throat—“too much to him. He’s barely hanging in there.”
“So if the ISA rejected their offer, why haven’t the M’alue already blown this place sky-high?” It was Agent Truman asking, and I wasn’t surprised that his first response was to resort to violence. I also wondered why he wasn’t more concerned that this agency that claimed to be peaceful had secretly been amassing an army of spaceships.
“The M’alue don’t want war. They want this to end peacefully. But if we can’t make that happen . . .” I thought of the other part . . . the other images they’d shown me, of what they could do to us if we couldn’t find the ISA’s fleet in time. Images of the Earth, scorched and in ruin. Of a world decimated.
It was grim. Brutal.
Hopeless.
“Tyler and I weren’t sent here by accident,” I went on. “Those maps Tyler was drawing and the messages we heard—the M’alue were trying to contact us. To remind us of our mission, something we’d both apparently forgotten once we were returned.”
“What mission?” Tyler asked.
“To find Adam and send him home.” I was overwhelmed by how powerful my sense of allegiance was.
Except it wasn’t to the M’alue as a whole. It was to Adam.
Even if it hadn’t been coded into me to save him, knowing what he’d been through all these years—trapped in that tube and experimented on—I would have wanted to free him from this place . . . from these people who’d spent years torturing him.
I added, “And now that they’ve discovered the truth about the ships, we need to stop the ISA from getting them into space. If we can do that and free Adam, they’ve promised to retreat. There will be no war. And they will leave us alone.” I searched the room, the eyes of the Returned—different from everyone else’s because of what had been done to them—and thought of the things we could stop. “For good.”
“As in, no more abductions?” Jett asked, scratching his arm.
I nodded, tears filling my eyes. “As in, never again. No more abductions.”
I’m not sure Griffin was even aware she was standing by her dad now, her shoulders thrust back defiantly. “How do you know you can trust them? These ships might be the only line of defense we have against them. What if the M’alue are tricking us into destroying the only thing we can use to defend ourselves against an attack?”
“I can’t,” I answered truthfully, but I couldn’t erase the images of what the M’alue had promised to do to us if we didn’t destroy the ships. And I couldn’t erase the way I felt about Dr. Clarke and the others here. “But we can’t trust the ISA either. No good can come from what they’ve done—holding Adam hostage, stealing the M’alue technology, building spaceships. How could that not be seen as hostile? The M’alue believe we want war, and for all we know, that’s where this is headed.” I swallowed, my throat suddenly raw with the idea of going up against a race that was so much more advanced than we were. “We need to stop this from happening,” I said resolutely.
“So, judging by the way you keep looking at the clock, you know we’re on a countdown,” Simon said. “How much time did they give us?”
I frowned. “Not enough. That’s what I was trying to say. Time isn’t the same for them. When I was out there, it really felt like only half an hour. I had no idea an entire day had passed, which means we have even less time than I thought we did.” I glanced again at the clock on the wall. “As far as I can tell, we have until nine tonight,” I said as calmly as I could.
Jett jerked. “Nine? But that’s only four hours.”
“Not much time,” Willow chimed in.
I nodded. “When they attack, they plan to start with this facility.”
There were several long seconds while I let everyone absorb what I’d just told them. I gave them that. It was a lot to take in, possible extinction.
“So where are these ships?” Griffin finally asked, squaring her shoulders as she rolled her head from side to side, cracking her neck. “Did the M’alue tell you, or are we going in blind?”
Blind. That was the answer to Griffin’s question about whether I knew where this alleged fleet of spaceships had been stashed.
All I knew for sure was that the ships were here somewhere. Somewhere in this huge-vast-enormous facility that seemed to extend all the way to the Earth’s core and back again. And it was our job to find them.
Not exactly child’s play.
On the other hand, Jett had managed to disarm the access keypad in under sixty seconds using just Griffin’s
pen and a paper clip he’d found tucked in the back of a drawer, forever earning a place in my dad’s heart. My dad called him a modern day MacGyver and then clapped him on the shoulder with pride.
I had to bite my tongue. With my new ability I could have disabled the alarm in my sleep, but I let Jett take the win.
Since we’d tried the “team” thing once, back when we’d broken into the Daylight Division in Tacoma—a strategy that had ended with Willow being taken hostage, I decided we should try a more elementary school approach, not exactly the playground buddy system, but something along those lines.
I assigned everyone a partner to keep tabs on. The idea was to watch each other’s back. Heck, if it was good enough for kindergarteners it was good enough for saving the world.
My dad got Jett as his “buddy” since the two spoke the same language: computerese, and Simon and Willow were paired up because their partnership went way back. The four of them were in charge of getting Jett to a computer where he could hack into the ISA’s security and figure out where the ships were being stored.
Griffin and Thom would go scouting for the ships on foot, floor by floor. It would be time-consuming and risky, but we needed to cover our bases in case the computer search didn’t pan out.
That left Tyler and me with Agent Truman, which went against the laws of the buddy system since it forced us into a three-pronged partnership. I didn’t care, though. Ours was the most delicate job.
Tyler and I were going after Adam. And, for once, Agent Truman’s lack of moral scruples might come in handy.
“Once we leave here”—I looked around at all the buddies, hoping beyond hope I hadn’t underestimated my friends—“we won’t have any way to get in touch with each other. The goal here is to locate the fleet, but we should have a meeting place.” I was stumped. I’d been so focused on who to pair up that I hadn’t considered all the logistics of our operation.
“In the bio lab,” Tyler offered, taking charge when I faltered. “You guys know where it is. Big place on the main level with all the freaky plants.”