Chapter Eight: Wing
"You know what? The Andalite's plan sound's like it would work if we were dealing with Visser One. You guys have no idea what Visser Three is like. Never underestimate your enemy." - Wing
We walked in and Zero spotted us first. He stalked up to Deathscythe, "Where the hell have you been?"
Deathscythe walked past him, unfazed by his obvious anger, "Out." Zero glared at her, muttering 'stupid woman' in Japanese under his breath.
"It's you." Rachel said, glaring at Zero.
"Ahh, it's the weak woman from the ally."
"I am going to ask you to stop calling her weak." Eypon said, walking over to Rachel, "She is an Animorph."
"Bullshit, they're dead." The Animorphs all paled at that statement.
"We die?" Marco asked.
Deathscythe sqeezed her eyes shut. "I'm gonna go and, umm, report to Shenlong." she ran off.
Marco watched her leave then turned his attention back to Zero, "How do we die?"
"Murdered by a yeerk assassian. Not very pretty." Zero said.
"Zero, Heavy Arms and myself are lucky. In Zero's case, he hated his father. In Heavy Arm's case, he wasn't present when his parents were killed. In my case, I don't remember them."
"And the others?" Jake inquired.
"Were all present when you were killed. They escaped, but not without scars." I answered.
"They are our DNA spwans aren't they?" Cassie asked.
Altolong coughed, "I'm gonna go find Boss now." she ran out.
"Marco had a daughter, Rachel and Tobias had a daughter and a son, and Ax had a human girl, but noone knows what happened to her. Zero here is the son of the late Dr. Hojo."
"I'm not proud of that." He stated.
"So, who are our kids?"
"They will confront you when they are ready unless you figure it out before hand." I walked off towards Heavy Arms' room. I had to talk to him.
