Zach
"How did you pay for this?" Carly asked as we entered our hotel room and began to unpack our things. I pulled out a rectangular piece of plastic from within my shirt pocket.
"Dad's credit card." I replied simply. I saw Alfred's jaw drop out of the corner of my eye. I think everyone else did the same because the room had suddenly gotten very quiet.
"You have a credit card?!" Alexis cried. "Let's rent a limo!" she screamed and made a grab for the plastic card. I quickly snatched it away.
"Uh-uh. My dad said to use this for emergency's only. Renting a limo is not an emergency." I replied holding the card close to my chest as though it were glass.
"Then how come you checked us into the royal suite?" Michael asked, gesturing to the room we were now standing in.
"It was the only room with enough beds for each of us." I replied smugly. "See three pull-out couches, three beds and there's a blow up mattress in the closet!"
"Oh." Was all Michael could manage.
"Unless, of course, you wanted to get cozy with some of the girls…" I started. The girls glared daggers at me. Michael wasn't the most handsome guy around. In fact, the closest thing to handsome in that room was probably the furniture.
Alfred was pale with brown freckles that covered his face. He was strong looking and always had good ideas so that's basically why we chose him to be our leader. The biggest turnoff about him was his birthmark. It was about the size of his quarter and landed on the very outside edge of his right eyebrow.
Michael was about 4' 6" and was blonde. He had green eyes and very pale skin which just looked (excuse the insult but) gross. He was very skinny and was the type of kid who always got picked on by bullies. He was also very shy and didn't speak up a lot. His job on the team was with the machines, since his dad had been an engineer.
Sam was part Native-American and part Indonesian. His skin was very dark and his eyes were kinda stretched out. You know, like the Japanese. Anyways, he has black hair which his mom chops down to a bowl cut hairstyle (yuck) and is in desperate need of braces. He's our "alien expert".
Or so he says.
I was second tallest of the guys. I was shorter that Al, but taller than Michael. Sam was only a bit shorter than me. My scruffy brown hair hangs just below my ears and doesn't ever seem to go with the rest of my body. I'm part African-American and I guess you could so I'm a bit of a nerd. Okay so I'm I huge nerd. I'm actually the techno-geek of our group. My job is to find out information about the Yeerks for my team anyway that I can.
My personal favorite source is the internet.
The girls in our group were at least somewhat pretty (lucky for us). And they had a good taste in guys (bad for us). As soon as they saw the pictures I had pulled up of the A-B leader, they went completely gah-gah over him. Although there was this one picture which was one amazing shot!
He was holding this wicked nasty gun while in mid-air. There was a beam of light striking the ground right under him and all these explosions going off in the background.
It was wicked sweet.
After we had all unpacked our suitcases, we headed out in the rental car I had bought. Michael drove since he was of age and had a license. While I read the directions to him, he steered around the block trying to locate the house.
Finally we found it. It was just outside the city and was a gray one-story house. Outside, we saw at least thirteen dogs playing in the yard.
"Now that is weird." Sam declared as a black lab tackled him to the ground. We got out of the car and walk up the driveway.
"Zach, are you sure this is the place? It doesn't look much like any of their homes." Carly complained. I sighed and continued to walk as I explained.
"Yes, I'm positive. And in any case, we're not going to any of their homes just yet." I replied.
"Then… where are we?" Katie asked. "Zach where have you taken us?"
"To Erek King's home." I stated.
"Who's that?" Sam asked.
"The guy who can tell us exactly where the Andalite Bandits are." I informed them all as I rang the doorbell.