Chapter twelve: Suspicion

"Dylan, are you aware of what Scarecrowmon has been doing the past few hours?" Andromeda asked the 343-year-old captain, who was leaning in his chair polishing his forcelance.

Dylan looked up and brushed his brown hair out of his eyes, "Who do I have to shoot?"

"No one that I've noticed. It's just that the little charmer has won over everyone on board except you and Trance."

Dylan scoffed, "Why not me and Trance?"

Andromeda rolled her eyes, "Because it hurts him for Trance to be near and you have a weakness for small children anyway."

The captain rolled his eyes, "So what? Is a mute child going to stage a takeover of a High Guard battleship?"

The holographic image shrugged, "I don't know. I just know that he *claims* to have been able to read minds, can enter my AI, and everyone- Harper, Beka, and *Tyr*--suddenly think he's cute."

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Trance Gemini, gold and cream enigma, clipped again at the bonsai tree. She grunted and then dropped her golden brown head. This was bad. This was really, really bad.

No one knew that much about Trance. They knew that she could *sometimes* see the future, but not always, and that was mostly it. They knew to trust her judgment. They should have known to get the Digidestined Children as far away from the Andromeda as possible.