“Which means we need to make finding your Chest a top priority,” I say, looking over at Five.

“Absolutely,” Five replies, seeming about as certain as I’ve ever seen him. “I know exactly where to go. We can do that whenever you want.”

“That might make a good first mission,” Eight says. “Especially if we could get it done under the Mog radar.”

“I still think we should just blow up their freaking radar,” Nine grumbles.

“Soon, buddy,” I reply. “For now, we need to play it safe. Gather our strength. Malcolm, what about the Mogadorian guy? Adam?”

Malcolm shakes his head, his features sagging. “I’ve hooked up a tracker so we’ll be alerted if his cell phone turns on, but nothing yet. I fear the worst.”

“Maybe he just ditched his phone,” suggests Sam, trying to cheer up his forlorn-looking dad.

“We got a bit off topic here, didn’t we?” Six puts in. “What about Ella’s nightmares?”

It’s Ella, who has been listening quietly, that responds. “I’ll tough them out. The next time that big freak gets into my head, I’m going to punch him in the balls.”

“Whoa!”

“All right,” I say, grinning. “Meeting adjourned.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

LATER, THE FOUR OF US THAT STILL HAVE OUR Chests gather in the workshop with Malcolm. I’m happy to help out—I’m just not sure how much use I’ll be. Adelina wasn’t around enough to explain what any of the stuff in my Chest does.

From the Lecture Hall comes the muffled sound of Six training marksmanship with Sam, Sarah and Ella. I think Five is in there too, although he didn’t look too thrilled about the prospect of learning to shoot. Nine stares longingly at the door to the Lecture Hall. Sighing dramatically, he starts rummaging through his Chest.

“Check this out,” Nine says. He holds up a small purple stone and then places it on the back of his hand. The stone slides into his hand—through it. Nine turns his hand over just as the stone pops out in his palm. “Pretty cool, right?” he asks me, waggling his eyebrows.

“Uh, but what is it supposed to do?” Eight asks, looking up from his own Chest.

“I dunno. Impress girls?” Nine looks over at me. “Did it work?”

“Um . . .” I hesitate, trying not to roll my eyes too hard. “Not really. But, I’ve seen guys teleport so I’m kind of hard to impress.”

“Tough crowd.”

“What does it feel like when it passes through your hand?” Malcolm asks. He holds a pen poised over a clipboard.

“Uh, kinda weird, I guess. My hand goes numb until the stone passes through.” Nine shrugs, glancing around. “You guys want a try?”

“Yes, actually,” Malcolm says. When he puts the stone on his hand, nothing happens. “Hmm. I guess it’s Loric only.”