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Authors: Lysa Daley
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little help!”
While the umbrella hangs in the air, I know this is my only chance.
I launch my elbow, high and hard, into the female agent’s head causing her to loosen her grip enough for me to stomp on her foot. Then I hook my leg around the back of her ankle, yank it forward causing her to slam to the ground.
The male agent takes a step back, fumbling with his weapon.
BrightSky sails into my hands. I circle the umbrella around my head transforming her into the badass gleaming sword of destruction that she is.
Immediately, the male agent backs up a couple more steps.
But the woman, still on the ground, lurches forward, trying to grab my leg. I bring the hard hilt of the sword down, nailing her square in the middle of her forehead, instantly knocking her unconscious.
The male agent looks uncertain until he remembers that he’s still holding the plasma gun. He aims it at me with a wry smile. “Drop the weapon, Princess.”
I pull BrightSky in front of me and shake my head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Ruby has seen this before and gets out of the way.
“And why’s that?” His finger looks itchy on the trigger. “Pretty sure my gun trumps your fancy sword.”
“Don’t think it’s going to end as well as you think.”
Before I can say more, he fires.
The stream of purple plasma shoots out at me, and I feel BrightSky moving in my hand. The blade of alien metal deflects the plasma ricocheting it back at him.
It’s too late when he realizes he’s screwed. There’s no way he can get out of the way fast enough.
When the plasma hits him, he disintegrates right before our eyes, leaving nothing but a small pile of organic goo on the floor.
“Yuck.” Ruby wrinkles her nose.
“I tried to warn him.”
The crusty old clerk, back on his feet, peers over the counter. “And who’s going to clean that up?”
The sound of police sirens wails in the distance.
“Let’s go,” I say, grabbing a box of power bars, a six pack of water, two diet root beers (still can’t find the Diet Coke) and throws $60 on the counter which is about $50 too much.
“Hey!” the clerk calls after us. “What about your change!?”
“Keep it,” Ruby calls behind us as we bolt out the door.
“For your trouble,” I add.
I’m right behind Ruby as we book across the parking lot. For a heart-stopping moment, I’m worried that the agents got to my uncle.
Ten feet from the truck, Ruby comes screeching to a halt. “Astrid! There’s a killer dog in driver’s seat!”
In the front seat, the head of the biggest, snarliest pit bull you’ve ever seen looks out the window.
“That’s Tom,” I say, opening the door as he hops in the back.
“Your cat is now a dog?”
“Pretty much. He did his whole shapeshifting thing to keep people away.”
“What else can he change into?”
“I think whatever he wants.”
We pull out of the gas station as fast as we can.
Waiting at the second stop light, we do our best to look normal as we watch three police cars with their bubble gum lights twirling speed past us.
“That was close,” Ruby says. “Too close.”
“I wonder how the clerk is going to explain that big pile of goo on the floor?” I say.
“Uh oh,” Ruby says, glancing from the road into the rear view mirror and back.
“What’s wrong?”
“One of the cop cars just pulled a U-turn and is headed our way.”
Chapter 14
“ M aybe they’re not following us,” I say, swiveling in my seat to get a better look at the state trooper’s car. Just as I do, they turn their siren on and speed up. “Oh yeah, they’re following us.”
“What are we going to do?” Ruby asks, her panic rising. “There’s no way we can explain the big blue alien under the blanket in the backseat.”
Something occurs to me. I reach up and feel around under the dashboard. My hand catches on a small raised bump a little bigger than a quarter. It almost feels like rubber, except it’s slightly warm and gently pulsing
While the umbrella hangs in the air, I know this is my only chance.
I launch my elbow, high and hard, into the female agent’s head causing her to loosen her grip enough for me to stomp on her foot. Then I hook my leg around the back of her ankle, yank it forward causing her to slam to the ground.
The male agent takes a step back, fumbling with his weapon.
BrightSky sails into my hands. I circle the umbrella around my head transforming her into the badass gleaming sword of destruction that she is.
Immediately, the male agent backs up a couple more steps.
But the woman, still on the ground, lurches forward, trying to grab my leg. I bring the hard hilt of the sword down, nailing her square in the middle of her forehead, instantly knocking her unconscious.
The male agent looks uncertain until he remembers that he’s still holding the plasma gun. He aims it at me with a wry smile. “Drop the weapon, Princess.”
I pull BrightSky in front of me and shake my head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Ruby has seen this before and gets out of the way.
“And why’s that?” His finger looks itchy on the trigger. “Pretty sure my gun trumps your fancy sword.”
“Don’t think it’s going to end as well as you think.”
Before I can say more, he fires.
The stream of purple plasma shoots out at me, and I feel BrightSky moving in my hand. The blade of alien metal deflects the plasma ricocheting it back at him.
It’s too late when he realizes he’s screwed. There’s no way he can get out of the way fast enough.
When the plasma hits him, he disintegrates right before our eyes, leaving nothing but a small pile of organic goo on the floor.
“Yuck.” Ruby wrinkles her nose.
“I tried to warn him.”
The crusty old clerk, back on his feet, peers over the counter. “And who’s going to clean that up?”
The sound of police sirens wails in the distance.
“Let’s go,” I say, grabbing a box of power bars, a six pack of water, two diet root beers (still can’t find the Diet Coke) and throws $60 on the counter which is about $50 too much.
“Hey!” the clerk calls after us. “What about your change!?”
“Keep it,” Ruby calls behind us as we bolt out the door.
“For your trouble,” I add.
I’m right behind Ruby as we book across the parking lot. For a heart-stopping moment, I’m worried that the agents got to my uncle.
Ten feet from the truck, Ruby comes screeching to a halt. “Astrid! There’s a killer dog in driver’s seat!”
In the front seat, the head of the biggest, snarliest pit bull you’ve ever seen looks out the window.
“That’s Tom,” I say, opening the door as he hops in the back.
“Your cat is now a dog?”
“Pretty much. He did his whole shapeshifting thing to keep people away.”
“What else can he change into?”
“I think whatever he wants.”
We pull out of the gas station as fast as we can.
Waiting at the second stop light, we do our best to look normal as we watch three police cars with their bubble gum lights twirling speed past us.
“That was close,” Ruby says. “Too close.”
“I wonder how the clerk is going to explain that big pile of goo on the floor?” I say.
“Uh oh,” Ruby says, glancing from the road into the rear view mirror and back.
“What’s wrong?”
“One of the cop cars just pulled a U-turn and is headed our way.”
Chapter 14
“ M aybe they’re not following us,” I say, swiveling in my seat to get a better look at the state trooper’s car. Just as I do, they turn their siren on and speed up. “Oh yeah, they’re following us.”
“What are we going to do?” Ruby asks, her panic rising. “There’s no way we can explain the big blue alien under the blanket in the backseat.”
Something occurs to me. I reach up and feel around under the dashboard. My hand catches on a small raised bump a little bigger than a quarter. It almost feels like rubber, except it’s slightly warm and gently pulsing
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