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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.
Voss stepped in.
Two armed men followed him.
He looked at Mom first. Then at me.
Seeing him in person was worse than the screen. His scar twisted one side of his face, but his eyes were bright and strangely sad.
“My son,” he said.
I stepped back.
Mom moved in front of me.
“You don’t get to call him that.”
Voss smiled faintly.
“I wondered if he had your courage.”
“He has his own.”
For a moment, something almost human passed across Voss’s face.
Then it vanished.
“Lucas,” he said, “your mother made you afraid of me. I understand. But I am not your enemy. I built something that could end wars before they begin. Imagine aircraft that cannot be detected. Evacuations without losses. Defense without destruction.”
“Control,” Mom said. “That’s what you wanted.”
“I wanted advantage.”
“You wanted power.”
Voss looked at her with old bitterness.
“You destroyed history because you were afraid.”
“I destroyed a weapon because you stopped caring who it would be used against.”
His voice sharpened.
“I cared about the future.”
“You cared about being worshiped by it.”
The room tightened.
Voss lifted one hand, and the men behind him raised their weapons.
Admiral Carter stepped forward.
“Elias, take me. Let the boy go.”
Voss did not even look at him.
“Carter, you were always noble at inconvenient times.”
He turned to me.
“Lucas, the aircraft will respond to you. You can feel it already, can’t you?”
I wanted to say no.
But deep beneath the facility, I could feel something.
A pulse.
Not sound exactly. Not thought. More like pressure behind my eyes, a rhythm calling to a part of me I had never known existed.
Mom saw my face.
“Don’t listen.”
Voss smiled.
“He hears it.”
Then everything happened at once.
Aunt June dropped a smoke device from her sleeve. The room filled with gray. Mom shoved me behind a console. Carter tackled one of the armed men with the kind of speed I did not expect from an admiral. Aunt June shouted something rude and swung the shotgun like a club.
Mom grabbed my wrist.
“Run.”
We ran through the smoke into the hangar.
The Ghostwing aircraft sat in the center, its surface shimmering like heat above asphalt. Men moved around it, shouting as alarms began to blare. The pulse in my head grew stronger.
Lucas.
I stopped.
Not because I wanted to.
Because the aircraft knew