Sanderson nods. “Everyone that I know of.”

Walker nods and speaks into the phone. “Arrest them. Yes, all of them. If they resist, kill them.”

She hangs up the phone. The list of politicians associated with MogPro—dozens of names relayed one by one by Walker to her contacts—came courtesy of Sanderson. Even if the rogue agents Walker has in her command can pull it off, the arrests might not do much good now, at the zero hour. At the very least, we have to hope Walker and her people will knock the Mog-friendly traitors out of power, leaving behind a government that’s ready to resist. Although how much resistance they’ll be able to mount remains to be seen.

How long did Henri tell me it took the Mogs to conquer Lorien? Less than a day?

Through the windshield, the Mogadorian warship is visible. It makes the city’s skyscrapers look like toys and casts blocks-long shadows in every direction. The thing looks like a giant roach poised over New York. There are hundreds of blaster turrets along its sides and on its belly, and I think I can make out openings where smaller Mog ships are probably docked. Even with the full Garde, Legacies blazing, I’m not sure we could take down that hulk.

Agent Walker is staring at the ship, too. I guess it’s probably impossible to ignore the massive, alien object that crowds the horizon. She turns to look at me.

“You can destroy that thing, right?”

“Sure,” I reply, trying to mimic Nine’s casual bluster. He’s in the SUV behind ours, probably explaining to his escort of agents how he’ll rip apart that warship with his bare hands. “We got this. No problem.”

Next to me, Sanderson chuckles darkly, but shuts up when Walker fixes him with a menacing look. On the other side of the disgraced secretary of defense, Sam finally looks up from the cell phone he “borrowed” from that innocent bystander outside the hotel.

“The upload is done,” he says to me. “Sarah’s got the footage.”

“Thanks, Sam,” I reply, and pull my own phone out from my pocket, immediately dialing Sarah’s number.

I wonder what Henri would think of me and Sam uploading footage of me using my Legacies to the website of They Walk Among Us. In my wildest dreams, I don’t think I could’ve concocted a scenario where I’d willingly take my powers public. But here we are.

Sarah answers on the first ring. I can hear activity in the background—people talking, a television blaring.

“John, thank God! The Mogs are all over the news! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I tell her. “Just making my way towards the biggest Mogadorian ship I’ve ever seen.”

“John, I hope you know what you’re doing,” Sarah replies, worry in her voice.

“It’s nothing we can’t handle—” I start to reassure her, until a blast of static cuts me off. “Sarah? Are you still there?”

“I’m here,” she replies, sounding a little more distant than before. “I think something’s interfering with the connection, though.”