The Invasion (21 page)

I started to say, “Yes, I know,” but it came out “Rowr, rowwr, ruff!” I was already too changed to make normal human speech.

I thought my answer instead.
Yes, I know, Cassie. Don’t worry.

“But I
do
worry,” she said softly.

I nuzzled her hand with my cold nose and she patted my head. I set off across the sand.

Cassie had been right to warn me. The dunes, the surf, the low chirping of seabirds in their hidden nests—all of it was so perfect for distracting my dog mind.

I heard something breathing in the sea grass, and then it broke and ran! I was off after it before I could even think. It ran and I chased. I think it may have been a chipmunk or something. I never could be sure, because it found a hole and went diving in.

I dug frantically in the sand for a while before my human brain realized,
Whoa, Jake, this is not what you’re supposed to be doing. Stop it!

I made myself walk toward the meeting. I could hear the murmur of voices. I started to creep closer, then I realized that was dumb. Dogs don’t creep around. They just walk or run. If I went around acting like “spy dog,”
that
would make people pay attention.

So I wandered along, like any dog out for an evening stroll along the beach. My tongue lolled out of my mouth. My tail wagged occasionally. The only thing I had to be careful of was not to let Tom see me too clearly. After all, I looked exactly like Homer.

Basically, I
was
Homer.

I approached the edge of the area. There were high dunes all around. About twenty or thirty people were standing together. Unfortunately, with my weak dog eyes I couldn’t see them very well in the darkness.

But I could hear them. I could hear them amazingly well. Sounds that I would barely have noticed with my human hearing were as loud as a stereo set on nine.

And I could smell. It’s funny about smell. As a human you don’t really get into it. But when I lay back and let my dog abilities come up, smell became as good as sight. Different, but just as good for some things.

I heard Tom’s voice. And I smelled a subtle combination of things that meant he was not too far away.

There was a man on guard, but all he did was look down at me, then look away. No one cares about a stray dog.

I was beginning to realize why the Andalite had given us the power to morph. There are things you can do as an animal that you could never do as a human.

The members all seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive. I heard Tom say, “He should be here soon. Wait, here he comes.”

There was a stirring, muttering sound. I heard footsteps approach. I moved closer but stayed out of the light.

“Everyone, quiet. We have problems,” the voice said.

The voice! I knew that voice. It was the same voice that had been at that construction site. It was the voice that had said, “Just save the head. Bring that to me, and we can identify it.”

I crept a little closer. I had to look hard to see him with my dog sight. But then, when he turned just the right way, I saw him. I recognized him. It was someone I knew. Someone I saw every day at school.

None other than Assistant Principal Chapman.

My assistant principal was a Controller.

“Item one. We still have not found the brats who were at the construction site,” Chapman said. His voice was hard. “I want them found. Visser Three wants them found. Does anyone have any clues?”

For a moment no one spoke. Then I heard a second familiar voice.

“It could have been anyone,” Tom said. “But it
might
be the one who’s my brother, Jake. I know he goes through the construction site sometimes. That’s why I brought him here tonight. So we could either make him ours … or kill him.”

E
ither make him ours … or kill him.”

I felt like someone had punched me.

I told myself that Tom was a Human-Controller. Some slimy, snotty slug from another planet was in his brain controlling him. When he talked to me it wasn’t even Tom, not really. It was a Yeerk.

My brother … one of
them.
Chapman … one of
them.

They were everywhere. Everywhere! How were we going to stop them? How could we even try? If they could take my own brother from me, if they
could take Tom, then how was I going to be able to stop them? It was insane. Marco was right.

I think if I had been fully human right then, despair would have just overpowered me. But dogs don’t know about human despair. It was Homer’s simple, happy, hopeful mind that saved me. For a while I just sort of let go and drifted into dog consciousness. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to be a human being. For a while I just wandered around the dunes and smelled things.

But I knew I had a job to do. After a while I let go of the simple happiness of the dog and forced myself back into painful reality.

I waited and listened some more to the meeting. But I was still so upset I didn’t really track on a lot of what was being said. I just kept hearing it over and over in my head — “Make him ours … or kill him.”

The one other thing that did stick in my mind was Tom discussing with some other guy—some other
Controller
—the schedule for going to the Yeerk pool. He’d just been and was feeling good, he said. He’d be heading back on Monday night.

That was the slug in his head talking. The Yeerk that controlled Tom needed to return to the Yeerk pool.

Then I heard another voice. Cassie!

I slunk quickly around the back of a dune to get closer. But I could hear clearly. Cassie’s voice, and another voice it took me a minute to recognize.

It was the policeman. The same policeman.

“Hey, what are you doing back here?” the policeman demanded.

“I was just looking for shells,” Cassie said.

“This is just for full members,” the policeman said gruffly. “Private business. You understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Cassie said in her most humble voice.

I got to where I could see them, although I have to tell you, dog sight is not exactly great. Everything is like an old TV with bad color and all blurry.

The policeman was staring hard at Cassie. Cassie was trying to be brave, but I could smell the fact that she was afraid.

“Okay, take off,” the policeman said at last. “But I have my eye on you. Get back with the others.”

Cassie turned and headed away as fast as she could walk. I caught up with her. I guess seeing a dog come bounding out of nowhere startled her, because she jumped.

“Oh, it’s you,” she said.

Yeah. That was close. What were you doing there?

She shrugged. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

I was safer than you were,
I pointed out.

We got back to the spot where Rachel, Marco, and Tobias were waiting. I didn’t even want to morph back into my human body. I knew that I could just let myself go again, and in a few minutes my dog brain would forget why my human brain was sad. If someone would just throw a stick out into the surf I could go after it. The water would make me happy. The chasing would make me happy.

Now I knew why Tobias was so reluctant to leave his hawk’s body. Being an animal could be a nice way to escape from all your troubles.

I began to morph back into my own body. Cassie and Rachel turned and looked out toward the water.

When I was completely myself again, I said, “Marco, you were right. Tom is a Controller.”

Marco did not look pleased about being right.

I told them what Tom had said to Chapman about bringing me to the meeting to either use me or kill me.

“Wait a minute. Chapman is one of them, too?” Rachel asked. “Our Chapman? Mr. Chapman, the assistant principal?”

“I think he’s some kind of a leader,” I said. “It was him the other night at the construction site. He was the one who told the Hork-Bajir just to keep the head.”

“That is
so
Chapman,” Marco said.

“I suggest we get the heck out of here,” Tobias said.

“No, it’s okay,” I said. “Chapman told Tom there was not to be any killing at a Sharing meeting. They don’t want any suspicious activities. He also said they couldn’t just go around killing every kid who
might
have been at the construction site. They needed to be sure.”