"I have to confess that I don't really know what you are talking about," Ax said, looking around at the other Animorphs. "However, the Yeerks would be able to find out if there was something nonhuman-made anywhere on the surface of this planet. Their sensors would be able to do an analysis of the alloys. After all, while the Yeerks are not on the level of we Andalites, they aren't completely primitive either. They would be able to detect the presence of alloys, plastic composites, live metals – the things that spaceships are made of."
Jake looked apprehensive for a moment, before he started speaking. "You know, it would be really weird if this whole conspiracy thing turned out to be true. I mean, what if the government really has been using Area 51 to cover up the remains of a crashed spaceship?"
"What is an Area 51?" Ax asked.
"For one thing, I'd have to apologize to Marco," Rachel said, ignoring Ax's question. "But for another, maybe whatever it is they have hidden out at Area 51 would help them uncover the secrets of the Yeerks' technology."
"Well, first things first," Jake said. "We have to acquire some horse DNA at the racetrack before we can go find out what those Horse-Controllers are up to at Area 51."
"And, what exactly is a racetrack?" Ax asked. "Zactly?"
"Not now, Ax," Jake said, waving away the Andalite's question like it was an annoying fly. "We have to get to the track quickly. What morph would you suggest, Cassie?"
"Well, I think our usual bird-of-prey morphs would be a little too obvious for this," Cassie said. "We'll want not to be noticed, and there might be bird-watches on some of the way to the racetrack. I think we should all go seagull."
Those of us that have seagull morphs, anyway, Tobias said.
"All right," Jake said, nodding. "Let's get started."
Every one of the Animorphs, with the obvious exception of Ax, Slade and Tobias, started shedding their day clothes. Once they were all in their morphing outfits, the seven of them started to morph into their respective bird forms.
Human flesh became tattooed with the patterns of uncountable, perfectly formed feathers. The tattoos soon formed real feathers, and the few Animorphs that hadn't started shrinking by now soon caught up to their friends. In a few minutes, four seagulls, a hawk, a harrier, and a raven stood in place of the seven Animorphs.
The Animorphs started their running take-offs, the flapping of their wings soon pushing them into the air. Four of the Animorphs, those who had morphed into seagulls, regrouped in the air above the barn once they were outside.
All right, Tobias said. The three of us without seagull morphs will have to stay far enough away from you four so it won't look like we're all together.
I guess you know best, Tobias, Jake conceded.
