Michael Vey Alternate Book 6
Prologue
Leaving my Mother at Christmas ranch was the hardest thing I've ever done in a long time. After the close shave with the total annihilation of the Resistance, I have felt closer to her than ever before. But I have a duty. A duty to the United States. A duty to the world. I had to stop Hatch before he destroys anything else. My name is Michael Vey, and at the moment my life is under some serious pressure. I stood with Gervaso in the front of the plane. The lights of the plane had gone out, so those on the ground wouldn't see anything suspicious if they were to look up at the night sky. Gervaso was speaking to the pilot, a somewhat old man who volunteered to fly us from Christmas Ranch all the way to Italy, stopping the plane only once for a re-fuel in Connecticut. One of the Elgen ships were docked in Italy. It was the Joule-the very ship that powered Hatch and his plans for absolute world domination.
I was one of the only electric people on the plane. Everyone else went to dock at Hatch Islands along with a quarter of the Resistance's firepower. The latest operations were all Ostin's ideas. Another sneak-attack and another element of surprise. Taylor and McKenna were sleeping in one of the cabins. Ostin was sleeping in another cabin. It was six in the morning, but I had to be awake. We were about to land at the private airport. This was the last place Hatch would expect me to go. I bet that Hatch would think of me as disabled because he thinks that the entire Resistance has been destroyed. I don't have a driver's license, I'm not a pilot, and I can't shoot any Hellfire missiles. Hatch would consider me useless. For him, Hatch Islands would be out of my reach.
Too bad for him. The Electroclan was at this moment preparing an immediate takeover of Hatch Islands. Hatch Islands. What a ridiculous name. Hatch has always named his trophies.
"...We will notify the Voice the moment the plane touches the ground." Gervaso was saying.
"Got it," said the pilot, "I have a phone right here when you need it."
"Why don't you have a phone?" I asked Gervaso.
"Michael. Has Ostin taught you anything about tracking devices?"
"Yes," I said defensively, "Everything I know came from Ostin. He told me
that the Elgen can plant tracking devices by injecting a tracker in your arm. Why?"
Gervaso shook his head. "How about satellite tracking devices?"
"Nope."
Gervaso and I sat down on the couch behind us near the rear of the plane, leaving the pilot to do his job.
"Cell phones can work as tracking devices. The Elgen have the capability to intercept signals sent from any location, even from the most confidential messages. If Hatch wanted information from the NSA, he would get it. The world is like a google to him. This is why we must all be very careful."
I nodded.
"That makes sense."
Gervaso stood.
"I need to get back to the front. You should go wake the others. We will land in about six minutes."
"Got it," I said.
I walked into the cabin in the back of the plane. Ostin and Taylor were both awake, watching a movie on the small drop-down T.V. hanging from the ceiling. I was surprised.
"You're both up?" I asked.
Taylor stood.
"Is it time to go?"
"Yes, I said. We are about to land in about four minutes. We need to packour things and get to the front."
A few minutes later, all three of us were packed and ready to go. We met Gervaso and the pilot at the front.