The Lost Files: The Guard Part 5

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I nod.

"And being older . . . you must have been there when the planet was attacked."

I nod again, slower this time. Sarah's face seems to soften.

"I was on a different s.h.i.+p than the chosen Garde," I say. "There were only a few of us."

"Ella . . . ," she murmurs, and the name stops my heart.



"What do you know about her?" I ask, taking two long steps until I'm towering over Sarah. "Have you met her? Is she with Number Four?"

She shakes her head.

"The Mogs took her," she says slowly.

I swallow hard. "And Crayton? Did they take him too?"

"Crayton," Sarah whispers. It takes a few seconds for her to place the name. "No. I'm sorry. . . . He was killed a while ago. In Spain, right before Ella joined the others."

The shock of all this must register on my face, because suddenly Sarah isn't looking at me like she's afraid I'm going pull a blaster on her. Instead, she's got a hand on my back and a chair under me before I even realize that I'm sitting down.

"Of course," she says. "I should've realized you didn't know. You were on the other s.h.i.+p with them. Oh G.o.d, I'm sorry."

My hands shake. I wonder how Crayton died-protecting Ella, no doubt. Where could she be now? What might they be doing to her? My hands shake as I try to figure out what to do next.

The Chimra they call Bernie Kosar rubs against my legs in the form of a dog, staring up at me with a long tongue hanging out. His tail drums against the floor.

"I think he likes you," Sarah says.

I crouch down, looking into his dark eyes.

"I knew many of your kind once," I say, thinking back to those days that seem so long ago, when Zophie and Crayton and tiny baby Ella and I were all cooped up in our s.h.i.+p with a dozen Chimrae. "I hope to see more of you again one day."

He lets out a little whine and licks a salty tear from the side of my face.

"Uh, if it's any consolation," Mark says, "it sounds like Ella turned out to be a total bada.s.s? Like, apparently she was at Dulce and caused some damage."

She was at Dulce. When? How close was I to her?

I wipe my cheek with my sleeve and look over at Mark. He's s.h.i.+fting on his feet, his forehead wrinkled with concern. I think he's trying to make me feel better.

"Yeah, so, anyway," he continues, nodding to the back of the hangar. "Maybe you could show us the inside of this thing? I've never been in a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p before."

I smile a little. "Keep your eyes open, Jolly Roger, and maybe you'll fly it one day."

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

"HOLY s.h.i.+T," MARK SAYS AS WE STEP UP THE metal ramp and into the s.h.i.+p. "I mean . . . holy s.h.i.+t."

"Wait until you see her at top speed," I say. "If I can get her to run on Earth fuels."

"Fingers crossed," Sarah murmurs. Her eyes are wide as she looks around.

"Superst.i.tion won't get this beauty up and running. I was just putting the finis.h.i.+ng touches on the new fuel line when you two arrived. Let's see if I was successful."

"You mean we're going to take off right now?" Mark asks.

"No. I'm just going to start up the engines, with any luck."

He looks a little nervous.

I tap on the instrument panels when we get to the c.o.c.kpit. They slowly flicker on. The s.h.i.+p hums to life around us.

"That seems like a good sign," Sarah says.

"Here comes the real test," I say.

I touch a few more of the controls. The s.h.i.+p slowly begins to lift off the ground. Beside me Mark clutches the back of one of the mounted chairs in front of the controls and whispers a dozen curses.

We're a few feet off the floor and hovering inside the hangar when the entire craft starts to shake, then suddenly drops a few inches, causing my two human companions to cry out in alarm. But the s.h.i.+p recovers. It levels itself off until all systems look normal.

"By Lorien," I murmur. "I think it's going to work. The s.h.i.+p's running off the fuel line I've installed, plus we have a few days of backup from the charged crystals."

"That's . . . good?" Sarah asks.

"It's very good," I say.

I set the s.h.i.+p back down and power off. Mark looks a little shaky on his feet. There's a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"I think I should probably sit down," he says.

Sarah touches his forehead. "His fever's breaking."

I take them back down and into what used to be the foreman's office when the hangar was still a processing plant. Now it's filled with computer equipment and monitors.

We start to trade information. We learn about each other.

I give Mark and Sarah an abbreviated rundown of my history, leaving out the parts about me using Mark or tracking all of his communications-though, by the look on his face, I'm guessing he's figured that out by now. Sarah gets me up to date on the latest with the Garde, who they are and what Legacies they've manifested. She tells me everything she knows about the Mogs. It's easier to get information now that I don't have to use Mark as the middleman between us or avoid talking about my ident.i.ty. I learn that not only has Malcolm Goode been found, but his son, Sam, has joined the fight. I can't help but smile at this, to know that Malcolm has been reunited with that little boy from outside his office. I can't say that they're safe in the middle of all this, but at least they're together.

I ask a lot of questions about the girl Ella has become and find out that she is a strong, sensitive young Garde. Just the kind of person I imagine Crayton would have wanted her to be. Sarah has spent a significant amount of time with her, and I can tell that she's worried about Ella as she speaks. That she cares for her.

"Everything happened so fast in Chicago," Sarah says, her eyes looking off into the middle distance. "Ella was having some kind of vision and then suddenly the Mogs were there. We were overpowered."

"Mogadorian sc.u.m," I mutter.

"We'll get her back." Mark grins a little. "And we'll waste a bunch of those pale freaks along the way. Ashes to ashes. Dust to-"

"Really, Mark?" Sarah asks.

"What?" His eyebrows draw together for a second. Then he relaxes a little. "You're right. I should have saved that for after we'd killed What's-His-Ra or something."

Sarah doesn't say anything, just smirks a little and rolls her eyes.

She turns to one of the monitors at her side, one that's tuned to a twenty-four-hour news station. Her eyes get wide, and several small sounds come from her mouth, but no actual words form.

"Oh, come on," Mark says quietly, concerned. "It wasn't that bad. Sarah?"

"Oh G.o.d," she manages.

Several of my computers start beeping, telling me that something important has happened. That news is breaking.

"Sarah, what is it?" Mark is by her side in a few swift steps. And then he too is unable to form words.

It's only when I join them that I realize what's wrong.

A giant Mogadorian wars.h.i.+p is hovering over New York City.

"It's happening," I murmur. "The invasion has begun."

It's not just New York; the s.h.i.+ps are everywhere, over cities across the planet. We watch the news in shocked silence until Sarah's satellite phone rings, and we all move at once. As Sarah speaks to Number Four, I spring into action, opening my laptop. Reporters are starting to talk about some sort of conference at the UN-something that's been alluded to in MogPro doc.u.ments I'd uncovered on Purdy's computer but never really understood. This invasion is so much different from Lorien's: there is no fire or missiles. At least, not yet.

"I think they're going to pretend to be diplomatic about this," I say.

"That would explain why they've cozied up to the government so much," Mark agrees. He pulls a laptop out of his bag-the one I gave him back before he tried to get into Dulce-and starts typing.

"Get me everything d.a.m.ning you have about the US and the Mogs that you haven't sent me. If the Mogs are going public, so are we. It's time to tell this planet everything we know. I want this info on the front page of every website, every-"

"Way ahead of you," he says with a grin. "I'm sending you a zip file that includes the worst of the worst of MogPro and a collection of the most relevant posts I did for 'They Walk Among Us.' Some I haven't even proofed or uploaded yet."

The files show up on my screen. They're the perfect complement to the info bomb I've been putting together myself over the last few years.

"This is great, Mark." I nod to him.

He shrugs. "I'm not letting these d.i.c.kwads try to pull a fast one on the human race."

"It sounds like the others are on the same wavelength," Sarah says, hanging up from her call. "Sam just sent us some video. Footage of John using his powers to heal someone and some clips of Mogs shooting. I was thinking we could make a video or something to explain what's happening?"

"That's good," Mark says. "We could link all this MogPro info from it. GUARD-I mean, Lexa-could you, I don't know. . . . push a video to the front page of YouTube or something?"

"Easily," I say. "You two focus on getting that ready. I'm going to take care of a few last-minute adjustments to this s.h.i.+p and make sure she's ready for travel. And fully stocked-I've acc.u.mulated an a.r.s.enal of weapons here."

Mark bangs his fist against the desk he's set his laptop on.

"Dammit," he says. "I was going to use that video of John going all Superman and jumping out of my burning house, but I can't find it."

"Of course not," I say, tapping on my computer. "I scrubbed that video from the internet as soon as it came to my attention. I also managed to crash the cell phone it came from. Here, I just sent you a copy I saved for my records, along with some other images and footage I've collected over the years."

As I start to walk away, I hear Sarah whisper to Mark.

"She's good."

"You don't know the half of it," he says back.

I start a final inspection on the new fuel line for the s.h.i.+p, trying to cram days of work into a few hours. I pause only when Sarah starts shouting, and I watch on television as fighting breaks out at the United Nations. Number Four is there, looking powerful and unwavering as he faces Setrkus Ra, the leader of the Mogadorians. Sarah is pale as she watches but doesn't say anything. When the TV feed cuts out, she just nods.

"I'm ready to record the voice-over."

They get back to work. So do I. Hours pa.s.s, and when I finally take a break for water and an energy bar I find Mark and Sarah still huddled around Mark's laptop.

"Hey!" Mark says. "Come look at this!"

He and Sarah scoot apart as they bring up a video to full screen and hit play.

"This is our planet, but we are not alone in the galaxy." Sarah's voice comes through the speakers, cool and measured, as the video zooms out on a picture of the Earth. The footage switches to the YouTube clip of Number Four and then to him hovering his glowing hands over someone I hardly recognize as the secretary of defense. John appears to be healing him. Sarah continues.

"There are aliens among us. Good aliens. Refugees from the planet Lorien. This is John Smith, one of the Loric Garde-a boy blessed with incredible powers. He fights for Earth now. It's his home."

The video switches to clips of Mogadorians with blasters herding humans around on what look like the streets of New York.

"The s.h.i.+ps above our cities now are not friendly. They are the Mogadorians-the bad aliens who destroyed John Smith's home world. They have come here to enslave us and to take Earth for their own. They have even found allies in our own government."

Various doc.u.ments and bits of text pop up on the screen-I recognize them as MogPro files. The footage suddenly switches to a graphic showing the locations of the Mog wars.h.i.+ps. It looks like a screen grab Mark took from one of the news stations.

Sarah concludes: "We are not alone. They walk among us. We must join forces with the Loric and fight the Mogadorians."

The video ends.

"So, if they click anywhere on the video, it takes them to the website and to all the files we've put together," Mark says. "And there'll be a link in the description, obviously. Do you think it's okay?"

"It's the best we can do on short notice," Sarah says. She bites her lip as she stares at the screen.

"It's great," I say. "Upload it to 'They Walk Among Us,' in case the video gets pulled."

When it's uploaded, I manipulate a few lines of code and algorithms so that the video is at the top of every internet search and all over the front page of YouTube. The number of views skyrocket over the course of a few minutes, faster than the counters can keep up with. Even with everything that's happening across the planet, the video spreads. Mark says it's "gone viral." In a world suddenly full of questions, we, for once, are able to offer some answers.

Before long it's being shown on news stations across the globe.

I may have had doubts about many things on this planet, but the way information spreads here has proven to be more impressive than I could ever have imagined.

Mark continues tapping on his computer while Sarah tries futilely to get Number Four on her satellite phone. She never takes her eyes off the news. Night falls. I go back to working on the s.h.i.+p. Ideally I'd have some time to take it out for a few tests before storming into battle, but I don't have that luxury now-not with wars.h.i.+ps parked over cities across the globe. Still, I take the time to triple-check my work and run every diagnostic test I can think of. The last thing we need is a systems failure in the middle of a fight with the Mogs.

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