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"Oooooh, score one for the Ax-man," Rachel said.
The basic plan was simple enough. According to Ax, the beams from the
Blade ship were focused to be strongest at ground level. The higher you
got, the easier it would be to penetrate the beam and get inside the
hologram.
From that point on, you could drop straight down to the hidden Yeerk pool.
Just a few major problems. We would have to instantly take out any
Controllers who were stationed within the hologram column. And if any of
us stepped outside the hologram, there would be security guys on us
before we could blink.
Then we'd have to be ready to snatch the various world leaders as they
were pushed toward us and convince them to play along. Despite the fact
that most of them didn't speak English.
And oh, by the way, Erek had warned us that one of the men, one of those
world leaders, was already a Controller. At least one of them.
It would be a very strange game.
Marco said.
I said.
so insane that it makes all previous insanity seem sane?>

I said.
Here was the situation. We were all in birds-of-prey morphs. We were
flying high. Too high for birds of prey at night with no thermals to lift us
up. We were working at it, I can tell you that. We were flapping
like idiots, fighting for every foot of altitude.
And to make things worse, we were carrying things. I was carrying a
teardrop-shaped lead weight. It wasn't all that big, maybe four ounces,
but try carrying even four ounces when you're a peregrine falcon.
Falcons aren't all that big.
Tobias, Cassie, David, and Ax were all carrying similar weights: plumb
bobs, fishing weights, and even an awl. We'd found them with some old
tools and fishing tackle in Cassie's barn.
Rachel was carrying Marco.
And Marco was a snake.
In fact, he was the cobra David used to own. David's snake had been made
safe by the removal of its poison sacs. But since Marco morphed from the
DMA, the surgery was irrelevant.
Marco was a fully functional cobra, with venom that could knock a horse
down in seconds and kill it in minutes.
Rachel, as the largest of us with her bald eagle morph, drew the task of
carrying Marco.
We were high above the beach, following the surf line so we wouldn't get
lost. There was no moon. Even if there had been, we'd have never seen it
because clouds - big, black, rain-soggy clouds - covered the sky.
It felt like those clouds were right on top of us. Actually, they
were. As I flew, I'd pass through wisps of their lower edges.
The surf below was bright enough, though. It was a wavy, silvery line,
advancing, retreating, but always pointing the way for us. Just in case
we had trouble with the darkness, Cassie had gone into a great horned
owl morph. Our birds-of-prey eyes were not nearly as good at night as
they were in the day. But Cassie could see the individual sand crabs
scuttling around hundreds of feet below us.
Ahead and far below, the lights of the Marriott resort were blazingly
bright. It was lit up like a Monday Night Football game.
We passed silently over the line of trees that marked the edge of the
compound.
Cassie said suddenly.
Can't you see him? He's wearing shorts.>
broke up laughing at his own joke.
Tobias asked.
this force field?>
Ax said.
Ax said.
and am knocked unconscious and fall toward the ground, you'll know the
force field is still too strong at this height.>
Was that Andalite humor? I could never be sure.
Ax pushed a little extra power into his harrier wings and pulled ahead.
We watched him fly over the banquet hall, directly over the place where
we knew the hologram/force field entered the roof.
He seemed lost for a moment, going this way and that, then . . .
he said.
Andalite force field would be ten times this strong at this distance
from the focus point.>
He flew in a very tight circle, staying within the beam. We flew to
catch up with him. There was an itchy, creepy-crawly sensation as I flew
through the perimeter. Like ants covering my feathers. But then I was
in. And now, looking down, I could see straight through the perfect
circular hole in the roof. It was light down there. Light enough for me
to see the heads of three Controllers.
We could see the tiny, stainless steel Yeerk pool. And we could see the
human-Controllers lurking beside it.
Three heads.
Three targets.
I asked.
Marco said glumly.
Tobias, Cassie, Ax, and Rachel with Marco, you come last. On the count
of three. One . . . two . . .>
I spilled air from my wings, flicked my tail, and headed straight down.
I flapped to build up speed and I rocketed down that tube.
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