“Yes, it was. We traveled with it for reasons similar to why an Earthling would travel with the Bible or the Koran.”
“Always nice to be right.” Not that there was anyone here who I could lord this over, but when I had some time, I was definitely going to share this with Jeff, Christopher, and Alpha Team and be as smug about it as possible. “Speaking of formerly held beliefs, we all thought that the crew your crew came to check up on died here due to pollution. The crew whose crash we know about, I mean.”
He shrugged. “LaRue hid our ship with someone, Yates, I’d assume, because she didn’t crash it.”
“How did she think she’d killed all of you if you weren’t in the ship?” Buchanan asked.
“She shot us all, then lit us on fire, and tossed our bodies into the Superstition Mountains in Arizona. Something she did right before this gave me a warning. I didn’t have time to avoid getting shot, but I was able to alter into a race that can survive pretty much anything. I believe you met them.”
“You turned into an Alpha Seven Cleophese? I’d think LaRue would have noted one of her crew turning into a Cthulhu lookalike.”
He managed a smile. “I maintained my appearance but took on some of the Cleophese properties. I wasn’t able to shift into a full Cleophese—it was why I had to recover from my injuries before I could start tracking LaRue, and why those injuries almost killed me anyway. I’d have died like the others if I hadn’t had that one moment’s warning.” Now he looked sad. “I had no time to warn anyone else.”
“We all hate her, and even though the original is dead, trust me, I’m all about finding any and all of her clones and destroying them sooner as opposed to later.” Had another thought. “She had a Z’porrah power cube with her, right?”
“Yes. I saw it, the glitter of it, right before she attacked us. That was what warned me. And I assume that’s what she used to hide our ship.”
“Meaning there’s an Ancient spacecraft somewhere on Earth.” Something else for us to try to find. Mentally added it onto our to-do list. It was a long list, and getting longer daily.
“This didn’t answer Kitty’s actual question,” Siler pointed out.
“True. Regarding the crew, we came to find, as shapeshifters, that we can adapt quickly to circumstances, including polluted ones. In fact, adapting to pollution is easier than what I had to do in order to survive LaRue’s attack. We can adapt to breathe underwater. Pollution is unpleasant but survivable. As far as I know, the first ship didn’t crash so much as it was shot down.”
“Wouldn’t that have given them time to shapeshift, though?” I asked.
“If it had been a conventional shot from an Earth force, yes. It was from a hidden Z’porrah power cube and, as far as I’ve pieced together, the shot essentially paralyzed the crew. They had no way to avoid crashing and they were unable to shift into a form that could survive the impact.”
After Operation Destruction and all the hidden tunnels, rooms, and power cubes we’d found, the assumption had been just what Wruck was describing. But it was different, hearing Wruck tell us about how people he would have known—his people far more than we were or could ever be—had died. He sounded dispassionate. I knew in my gut that he wasn’t.
“That must have been horrible,” Buchanan said quietly. “Knowing you’re about to die and being unable to do anything to save yourself.”
“We’re at war,” Wruck said, as if this answered everything. Sadly, it probably did. “At any rate, the paralysis would be why the bodies would have been in a good state of preservation, and probably why death from pollutants or just Earth’s atmosphere was the presumed cause of death.”
We stopped talking about this cheery subject as we reached Walter’s White House Security Command Center and went in. Walter had set this up similarly to how we did it all over Centaurion Division, meaning it looked nothing like a normal human would expect. Because Security A-Cs, especially those who were in command positions, were expected to sleep on the job.
This was probably because the original Head of Security, Gladys Gower, had been a combination of a dream reader and empath, meaning that she could feel and see things going on in her sleep and was basically on the job 24/7. Therefore, the security command center in the main A-C facility, the Dulce Science Center in New Mexico, had several bedrooms connected to its futuristic eye in the sky setup, because Gladys had had a support team.
At the American Centaurion Embassy, Walter had been a one-man operation. He’d made the sitting room portion of his bedroom suite into the command center and had put a cot next to his equipment. Here at the White House the setup was similar, but because there were a lot of humans around, the bed was in the connecting room. The eye in the sky equipment, however, was in full force. TV screens, computers, audio equipment, and things I didn’t bother to try to identify were all over this room. Walter was in a big, comfy executive chair on wheels. I was about ninety-nine percent certain he slept in the chair more than his bed.
That the A-Cs still expected their various security chiefs to be 24/7 and essentially leashed to their command center was something I’d given up arguing about. Pointing out that having people trying to follow in the footsteps of a talented rarity fell on deaf ears, particularly the ears of those I was trying to relieve. Walter, who had no talents, William, who was a top imageer, Missy, who was now the Head of Security at the Embassy and whose talent situation I was unaware of, and every other A-C given this duty worldwide were all adamant that making changes was not in their manifesto. They were going to be as close to Gladys as they could be or die trying. The Security A-Cs were possibly the most dedicated of all the various divisions.
Walter was—true to expectations and despite the vast number of Secret Service agents we had hanging about—alone except for his Poof, Teddy, who was perched on his shoulder, and his Peregrines, George and Gracie, who were sitting near him.
Poofs were adorable alien animals, small round balls of cuteness with black button eyes and no visible ears or tails because of how fluffy their fur was. They were considered the Royal Pets of the Alpha Four Royal Family, of which the Martinis and Gowers were a part and into which the Whites had married. However, I’d discovered that they were really animals from the Black Hole Universe, and therefore they all technically belonged to the person who’d brought them with him to this universe when he’d taken off for Crimes in Support of Free Will.