Before I can reply, Malcolm steps forward. “The Sanctuary might be our best hope,” he says. “But it’s best not to put all our eggs in one basket.”

“Nine’s sort of right. As much as I hate the idea of splitting up again,” Six says, “some of us should stick with Walker’s plan to take the fight to the Mogs and their people.”

Nine pumps a fist. “This guy.”

“And some of us should head to Mexico,” I say, finishing Six’s thought.

“I want to go,” Marina says immediately. “I want to see this Sanctuary. If it’s a place for Loric, a place where we lived, maybe that’s where we should bury Eight’s body.”

I nod and look over at Six, waiting for her decision. “Well? New York or Mexico?”

“Mexico,” she says, after a moment. “You’re better at dealing with these government types than I am. And if we need a Loric representative at the UN, you’re the obvious choice.”

“Thanks. I think.”

“She’s saying that because you’re such a boy scout,” Nine adds in a loud whisper.

I glance over at Sam, who seems like he’s about to speak, his mouth half open. He’s cut off by Six, who subtly shakes her head at him.

“I’ll stay here, too, I guess,” Sam says after an awkward moment, sounding more than a little deflated. He forces a smile for me. “Someone has to keep you and Nine in line.”

That leaves only Adam. Our Mogadorian ally has maintained a respectful silence this whole time, probably trying not to step on any toes as the secrets of our race are revealed. When I turn to him, he’s still gazing at the screen. He looks lost in memory, maybe remembering Dr. Anu and his machine. He frowns when he notices the rest of us watching him.

“They’ll be waiting for you in Mexico,” Adam says. “If there’s a source of Loric power there, you know my people will have spent the last few years trying to access it.”

“Only the Garde can get in, though, right?” Sam asks, looking from Adam to his dad.

“It’s what I said,” Malcolm replies, lips pursed in uncertainty.

“Just like only we can have Legacies?” Nine replies, eyeballing Adam. “You’re saying this could be another trap, Mog?”

“It’s not a trap when you know it’s there,” Adam says, sparing a quick glance for Nine before turning his eyes towards Six. “I don’t know exactly what you’ll find down there, but I can guarantee a Mogadorian presence. I can pilot the Skimmer better than you, maybe outmaneuver them if they’ve got ships in the air.”

“Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to walk to Mexico,” Six replies, dryly. She looks at me. “You trust this guy, right?”

“I do.”

She shrugs. “Then welcome to Team Calakmul, Adam.”

I hear Marina suck her teeth, but she doesn’t make any other protest.

“Great. We’re sending a Mogadorian to investigate a Loric holy place,” Nine complains, shaking his head. “Doesn’t anyone else think that’s sorta disrespectful?”