After Ax had determined that Mr. Farrand was going to be coming back to the Yeerks' logging compound much sooner than any of them had been expecting – right now, as opposed to any other day – Tommy had flown out to meet with the others in the forest.
(We're almost there, Tommy.)
(That's good to hear, Tobias,) he said, folding his wings and diving down beneath the trees.
"It's good to have you here again, Tommy," Jake said, as he landed and quickly demorphed. "We have an hour to make plans and get ready. Less than that, since we'll have to get into position."
"Okay, what do we know?" Marco asked, pausing for a moment before pressing on. "We know this Farrand guy makes the final decision on the Yeerks going forward."
"We also know he's not a Controller, or he would have already voted to let the logging go on," he said, folding his arms and casting a lingering glance toward the compound, off in the distance. "And we know they're not going to leave the voting up to chance."
"Yeah, he's coming to the site in person, so they must have some slug somewhere in a vat, just waiting to crawl into that poor man's ear," Rachel said, sighing as she folded her own arms.
Time seemed to be closing in on them again; but then, it always seemed like that when they were fighting, or even preparing for a fight.
