The house shakes in an explosion of light that dissipates as it hits the window. Dad reaches for me, but Pax is already in motion, bent over and running toward the pantry at the back of the kitchen. He has Sky by one hand and grabs mine with the other, propelling us along. Mom has run ahead and is holding the door open. Sky’s mom is already halfway down the stairs, while the men stay behind to fight. I pull my hand away from Pax’s and look back before I dive into the pantry. What I see stops me in my tracks.
The light beam didn’t penetrate the window and the men stand behind the table as if mesmerized. Sheriff Green has his gun in his hand, but isn’t firing. The men look stunned.
The black shape hovers in front of the windows and fills the view with its bulk. It must be more than fifty feet across and it’s made of some pitted, non-reflective metal like a stealth fighter. The front of the ship slopes up to a set of viewports and I get a glimpse of two strange-looking faces. Nozzles and a series of lights line the edge of the thing and a cluster of turrets sits on top, pointing toward the sky.
One nozzle that’s aimed at the window begins to glow and Dad shouts, “Jewel! Get downstairs!”
At the same time, a flash of silver drops from the sky and slams into the black craft on the left, and another hits it on the right. It wobbles and I notice that it’s triangular. Several turrets swivel toward the attackers. A third silver object beams a light down on top of it and it slips below the window. I watch the three aircraft follow it down. A fourth zooms into view and hovers where the triangle had been. At least as large as the triangle, its flat bottom and dome-shaped top are unmistakable. This, or one of the others, is my Sentinel. A row of viewports stretches across the dome and I see faces. These aren’t strange at all. They have eyes like mine. It slowly floats upward until it clears the top window and then streaks away quicker than I can follow.
“It’s disappeared,” exclaims the Sheriff. I watch my Sentinel take its place in the sky as if nothing has happened. The other three that took down the triangular craft join the first. As usual, I am the only one who sees them. They must be cloaked again. Wait, four of them? I gather there’s one for each of us, Sky, Pax and me. Who is tied to the fourth?
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