popped open and I blinked. We were in the hallway, outside the recovery room.
âDid you say something, Jack?â Dad was staring down at me, his eyes creased with concern.
I blinked. âI said talk. I think.â
âI knew it!â Aly blurted out, clinging happily to my dadâs arm. âHeâs okay.â She leaned close to me. âJACK, ARE YOU FULLY AWAKE? CAN YOU HEAR ME? YOU HAD A TREATMENT. YOU ARE BACK TO NORMAL NOW.â
âWhy are you yelling at me?â I asked.
Cass appeared on the other side of the bed. âBhegadâs awake. We asked him about the Loculus of Healing. And about the Mausoleum at Halicarnassus. Just to be sure. And guess what? You were rightâabout both!â
âGood work, Tailor,â Aly said.
âTailor?â Dad asked.
Bhegadâs soft, breathy voice called out. He was on a gurney next to mine. âTinker . . . tailor . . . soldier . . . sailor . . .â
âIâm the Sailor, because of my emosewa lanoitagivan ability,â Cass explained. âThe Soldier is Marcoâyou never met him, Mr. McKinley, but heâs coolâbecause heâs mad athletic. And Aly is the Tinker because of her tech amazingness.â
Dad smiled. âSo whatâs the Tailorâs special ability?â
I smiled weakly. âI was hoping youâd tell me.â
The one who puts it all together, Bhegad had once said. But that seemed like an excuse. Like the trophy you get even if your team finishes last.
Unfortunately, Bhegad had fallen silent.
âWhatever it is, Iâm sure itâs awesome,â Dad said. He gave a signal, and I felt myself being wheeled again. We were heading away from the recovery room toward the exit.
âWhatâs happening?â I asked. âWhere are we going?â
âI had some time to think about what you told me before you passed out,â Dad said. âSince then, Iâve chatted with Dr. Bradley, Torquin, and your friends. I have decided itâs important to start planning for your fourteenth birthday. And fifteenth. So weâve reserved Brunhilda to help us.â
âWhat the heck are you talking about?â I said.
We stopped by a small, empty room. Two McKinley Genetics Lab people stood just inside, holding some folded-up clothing.
âBrunhilda is the name of our corporate jet,â Dad replied. âChange quickly. Iâm going to get you a cell phone in case we get separated at any point. Wheels up in ten minutes. With Bhegad. Torquinâs flying.â
CHAPTER TWENTY
B RUNHILDA
âP AH! â T ORQUIN YANKED the steering mechanism to the left. âSlippy is like Lamborghini, Brunhilda like minivan!â
âHer ride feels smooth to me,â Dad said from the copilotâs seat.
The jet banked gently left. âSmooth, yes,â Torquin shot back. âFun, no.â
Cass, Aly, and I sat quietly in three padded seats behind the two men. Cass was fiddling with his flash drive/worry beads again, staring at the Charles Newton letter. âThereâs something funky about this,â he said. âDid you notice some of the letters are lighter than the others?â
Aly peered over his shoulder. âBad photocopy,â she said.
âOr bad typewriter,â Dad added. âOn those old machines, the keys responded to pressure. If you didnât type hard enough, the letters were lighter.â
âBut the light letters actually spell something,â Cass said. ââThe destroyer shall rule.â Look.â
âAre you sure?â Aly said. âBecause a lot of those letters look light.â
Cass shrugged. âDoesnât seem like that could be a coincidence. Maybe it has something to do with King Mausolus.â
âHe wasnât a king,â Aly said. âHe was a satrap. Kind of like a governor.â
âMaaa . . .â groaned Professor Bhegad from the back of
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