Lexa flew our ship through the tunnel last night. She managed it, even though it was a bit of a squeeze. She’s already got the ramp extended and the nose pointed towards the exit when we enter the garage.

On our way here, we picked up two of the Chimærae from Malcolm Goode’s small laboratory. To hear them talk about him, most of the military guys think Malcolm is some kind of eccentric genius. Maybe he is, in a way. The bunch of random animals he keeps as pets haven’t done anything to dissuade folks from that notion. Even though Walker and her team know about Chimærae from our run-in back at Ashwood Estates, we’ve still tried to keep their existence quiet. You never know what some of these overzealous government types might get up to if given the opportunity to experiment on an alien life-form.

We take Regal, whose preferred form is a hawk, and Bandit, who sulks around as a raccoon. The other Chimærae stay back with Sam’s dad, watching as he runs an unending series of tests on the Mogadorian cloaking device, trying to figure out a way to copy its frequency. Adam’s with him, making suggestions on what Earth-made technology might be able to match the signal. So far they’ve had no luck, and neither has the team of military engineers working next door to them.

In the garage, Lexa comes down the ramp to meet us.

“Good to go?” I ask her.

“Just finished the diagnostic,” Lexa replies. “We pushed her pretty hard getting out of Mexico, and she took some shots from the Anubis. Old girl’s ready to fly, though.”

Daniela shakes her head and stares at the ship. “I’m about to ride on a UFO,” she says.

“Yeah, you are,” Sam replies. He flashes me a gentle smile, then leads Daniela and the Chimærae on board.

Like me, Ella doesn’t follow them right away. She takes a deep, shuddering breath, glances at me with her flickering eyes and then trudges up the ramp. I hesitate until Lexa touches me on the elbow.

“It’s all right,” she says quietly. “I . . . I cleaned everything up.”

I nod at her. “So many bad memories on this ship.”

“I know,” Lexa says. “When the war is over, you can help me destroy it.”

I smile at the thought, both of wrecking this ship and of the war being over. I climb up the ramp, following a few steps behind Lexa.

At the top of it, I pause to look around the rest of the garage. There are a handful of soldiers milling around down here, making sure the vehicles are all in working order. I know they’ve seen us. Some of them are even outright watching us. However, none of them show any sign of trying to stop us.

Back at the elevator, I notice Caleb and Christian. They weren’t here when we first entered. Someone must have reported our presence, and those two came down to observe. They both stare at me, their expressions blank. I smile and wave, even though they kind of give me the creeps. They don’t acknowledge me at all.

So Lawson knows something is up and that we’re leaving the base. Oh well. That’s John’s problem to deal with.

Inside the ship, the passenger area is spotless. Using the touch-screen controls that cover the walls, Lexa extends some bucket seats from the floor, and everyone straps themselves in. Under the floor, the cots are hidden away—including the one where Sarah Hart breathed her last. My mouth suddenly feels dry. I hate being back here.

I take the copilot seat next to Lexa while she powers on the ship. Sam comes up behind me and leans down, his hand on the back of my chair.

“You okay?” he asks quietly.

“I’m fine,” I say quickly.

Sam looks over his shoulder as if trying to imagine the grisly scene that took place here just yesterday. He shakes his head.

“I still can’t believe it,” he says. “I keep expecting her to just, I don’t know, pop up somewhere. Alive . . .”

When Sam trails off, I turn to Lexa.

“The Mogs have a head start on us,” I tell her. “We need to get to Niagara Falls in a hurry.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she replies as she slowly amps up the power to the engines. “We’ll go fast.” Lexa glances back at Sam. “You better get strapped in.”

I put my hand on top of Sam’s. “Let’s focus on the people we can still save, okay?”

Sam takes one last look at me before he retreats to the passenger area and puts on his seat belt. As soon as she hears his belt click into place, Lexa thrusts forward the lever for acceleration.

“Here we go!’

The ship zips forward into the tunnel. Aside from a whoosh of air, the takeoff is completely silent, the engines purring calmly even as we rapidly speed up. There can’t be more than a couple of feet of clearance between us and the walls rushing by. There are a few times where I swear I hear the ship scrape the tunnel. Lexa focuses straight ahead, handling the curves like she’s done this a hundred times.