46 - 6/8 - New Humans

I appeared from behind a row of metal lockers.

<Remain calm,> I said.

The male opened his mouth wide. A clear indication he was about to scream.

FWAP!

He slumped to the floor, unconscious. No longer a problem.

The woman, however . . .

"ANDALITE!"

<Yeerk.>

WHAM!

Marco - in gorilla morph - caught her as she crumpled to the ground.

(...)

Rachel scowled. Then she bent over the unconscious female Controller.

It had been decided that I would acquire the male.

Also, that I would act as pilot. Without a doubt, I was the one with most experience flying aircraft - Andalite, Yeerk, and human.

Rachel was to be my copilot. I assumed this was because of an attribute Marco calls her "nerves of steel." Rachel would take over as pilot if something should happen to me.

"Come on, people," Jake said. "Let's just get this done."


(Later)


Marco slammed the door on a locker which now contained the female copilot and began to demorph.

Rachel, now in the body of a slightly stocky red-haired woman, secured the pilot - gently - in another locker.

I felt the tiniest tickle on the back of my neck as two fleas jumped on board.


(Later)


I kicked my way to the surface. Scanned madly for my friends amid the wreckage of the jet.

They had been on Joseph Felitti's body. On Michele Leary's body. Where were they now?!

Rachel! Already on her way to seagull.