We found Admiral Carter in a control room, tied to a chair but alive.
His face was bruised. One eye was swollen. But when he saw Mom, he smiled faintly.
“Rachel,” he said. “Always late.”
She cut him free.
“Always ungrateful.”
He looked at me.
“Lucas.”
I stood awkwardly.
“Sir.”
He grimaced as he stood. “Your presentation was excellent.”
Aunt June rolled her eyes. “We can admire the school project after we stop the ghost plane.”
Carter pointed toward the main hangar.
“He has a prototype. Not stable. He needs Lucas to complete the interface.”
Mom looked at the monitors. A wireframe image of the aircraft rotated slowly on one screen. Sleek. Black. Almost beautiful in a terrifying way.
Then Voss’s voice echoed through the speakers.
“Rachel. You came.”
Mom turned toward the ceiling.
“It’s over, Elias.”
“No,” he said. “It is finally beginning.”
A door at the far end of the control room slid open.
