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  “Don’t you feel them returning?” Amp asked, stepping away from the wall. “I mean, I’m already absorbing sounds and feel stronger. It usually only takes me a few minutes to get back to full power. Aren’t you recharging? We can go fight Cloak right now. This can all be over in minutes.”

  Lux and Lone Star said nothing. They didn’t have to.

  “Your powers will come back,” Amp said, though more to himself than to them. His voice was verging on panic. His eyes were bleary. He pounded a fist against the wall. “We rescued you. They have to come back.”

  “Until then,” Gage said, “Misty, if you’ll—”

  Misty stared at Lux and Lone Star for a beat before giving them both a slight curtsy.

  “Mr. Lone Star, Ms. Lux—I’m the Mist. Take my hand and I’ll get you off the roof. Then I have to go save the rest of our teammates.”

  Reluctantly, the two adults put their hands in hers, as the rest of them touched her shoulders and arms.

  “I hope the others are safe,” Bug said.

  “We’ll know soon enough,” Gage replied as they all began to break apart.

  5

  TRAPPED IN A BUBBLE

  Alex tried to orient himself as he flew backward, but the air was full of smoke and debris. Somewhere near him, Kirbie was screaming, but he couldn’t find her. He couldn’t even tell which direction was up. He curled himself into a ball like he’d been trained to do in situations like this, surrounding his body with a telekinetic shield. The next thing he knew, stone was breaking against his back as he smashed through one of the few pieces of the Stonehenge replica that were still standing. His body slammed against the grass on the other side of the display. Kirbie rolled to a stop beside him. The blast had caused her to change back into her human form.

  “You okay?” Alex asked, scrambling to stand and looking for cuts on himself. Kirbie did the same.

  “I think so,” she said. “What was that?”

  Alex’s ears were ringing, making Kirbie sound muffled and far away. His eyes scanned the cloud of dirt and debris in front of them, looking for his mother. She was nowhere to be found.

  “Concussion grenade.”

  “Your cheek,” she said, looking worried. “You’re bleeding.”

  How sweet. Shade’s disembodied voice rang clear in his head. I’m glad to see someone’s been looking after my son in my absence.

  From somewhere across the lawn, Alex could hear the sound of a fight continuing: the cracking of thick wooden limbs and pings of metal alongside shouting that was just distorted enough by the ringing in his ears that Alex couldn’t distinguish who was yelling.

  There was a pounding noise behind him, low and resonant. Someone was trying to get through the sealed-off museum exit. Deputies.

  You probably think that was a clever move, what you did with the doors, Shade’s voice came again. But I control the one who has mastery over metal. You’re not keeping anyone out. You’re trapping yourselves in.

  “Make sure the others are okay,” Alex whispered to Kirbie, who nodded and disappeared into the wall of dust.

  There was a glint of silver amid all the debris, and the outline of his mother’s head. Alex wrapped his thoughts around a Gasser in his back pocket—one of Gage’s inventions that emitted a nearly invisible cloud of knockout gas—and sent it flying toward Shade. But there was a small burst of light and a high electronic sound and then the Gasser was in pieces, shot out of the air by one of his mother’s laser pistols.

  “Still relying on that Uniband’s inventions, I see,” Shade said, stepping into view. She aimed her gun at him. “Is that the best you can do?”

  “You’re one to talk,” Alex said, nodding at his mother’s weapon.

  Shade looked puzzled for a moment, and then realized what he meant. She looked down at the laser pistol and chuckled, holstering it.

  “You’ve got a point.” Her eyes went silver. “But you have to admit I’ve been making the most of my abilities lately.”

  Alex noticed the movement beside him too late, and suddenly he was in the air. Photon held him by the coat. Alex started to focus a telekinetic blast, when the brainwashed Ranger smacked the back of his head, causing his thoughts to go fuzzy.

  “Ow,” Alex yelped.

  “You must be very desperate if this is your sad attempt at a last stand,” Shade said, grinning. “I expected more from you, Alexander.”

  “The story of my life,” Alex muttered.

  Static crackled out of a walkie-talkie on Alex’s belt, followed by Bug’s voice.

  “Everyone’s out of the Gloom. We’ve got the Rangers. Retreat to the Rook.”

  Everyone froze, even Titan and Volt, who battled the other members of Alex’s team on the other side of the now-demolished area. They’d heard. Shade could probably feel the joy now surging through Alex’s mind. The mission was a success. They’d rescued the Rangers. Everything was going to be okay.

  Alex’s grin threatened to take over his entire face as he used the moment of surprise to wriggle out of his coat. He landed gracefully on the ground, in a crouch, and then stood tall, beaming.

  “Well,” Alex said, “I guess I wasn’t as much of a disappointment as you thought.”

  Shade’s lips peeled back, her teeth clenched so tightly Alex thought they might break.

  “You’re decoys,” she spat.

  “Impossible,” Volt shouted from behind her.

  Shade’s eyes went silver. Photon rushed to her side and picked her up. Titan let out a sharp cry of surprise as his body flew off the ground under Photon’s powers.

  “What about—,” Volt started.

  “I can’t carry all of us,” Shade said. And then they were gone as Photon flew at incredible speed in the direction of the Rook.

  Volt turned to his son, a stunned and confused expression on his face. Alex held out one palm as he walked toward his father and poured all his excitement and relief into constructing a bubble of blue energy around Volt. The first time he’d ever created such a force field had been only a few weeks before, when his mother and father had shot rubber bullets at him in the name of power training. His father’s electricity had been unable to pass through Alex’s telekinetic powers—something Alex had not forgotten. Inside the sphere, Volt shot off a crackling arc of energy, but it bounced off the invisible bubble, lighting it up in sparkling blue as it ricocheted around. Finally Volt absorbed the electricity again.

  “Nicely constructed, son,” Volt said.

  “Looks like she abandoned you,” Alex said, ignoring the compliment.

  The crashing against the museum doors grew louder. It was only a matter of time before the Deputies made it through, or scaled the walls with hooks and ladders. Alex didn’t worry. It wouldn’t be long now before Misty got there.

  “So what are you going to do now?” Volt asked. “Kill your father? The public already thinks you’re in some way responsible for the disappearance of Lone Star and Lux—which isn’t exactly a lie. Do you really want to add the death of one of their New Rangers on top of that?”

  As his father spoke, his voice grew slightly more panicked, as if he actually thought that Alex might execute him then and there. Alex’s eyebrows knit together.

  “I’m not a killer,” Alex said firmly. “That’s not who I am. That’s who you wanted me to be.”

  “Besides, didn’t you hear?” Kirbie asked, barely able to contain herself. “We’ve rescued the Rangers.”

  Volt was laughing now. A soft, quiet laugh.

  “Your mother’s on her way to the Rook with two powerhouses,” Volt said. He tapped on the communicator around his ear. “Phantom and the others have been alerted and are probably there already. It was a good plan, Alex, but not good enough. Your friends are done for.”

  “They would be,” Alex said as he narrowed his eyes in concentration. Inside the bubble, his father’s communicator floated from his ear, sparked with blue energy, and then broke apart. Alex smiled. “If they were actually sti
ll at the Rook.”

  “But—,” Volt started.

  “‘Retreat to the Rook’ is just code. For you to hear. It means they’re long gone by now.”

  “We figured anything radioed in would be intercepted or overheard,” Mallory said. “We’re not stupid.”

  “Another deception,” Volt said.

  “Our Cloak training’s paid off.”

  Alex picked his coat up from the ground and shook a few bits of rock and dust off it.

  “It’s over now,” Alex said, taking a few steps toward the bubble, until he was only a foot away from his father. “Why not tell us what else Cloak has been doing? I’m sure there’s a lot we haven’t uncovered yet.”

  Volt began to laugh once more.

  “Even if that’s true, do you think that pulling them out of the Gloom really changes anything?” he asked. “You think we haven’t factored that remote possibility into our plans?”

  “It changes everything,” Kyle said, taking a step forward.

  “You’re all so naive,” Volt spat. “Your mother may like to talk and play games, but I’m a much more straightforward parent, Alex. Trust me when I tell you that there’s no defeating us. Let me out of this bubble and come back to the base with me. It’s only going to get worse from here, and when the time comes that we see each other again, I can’t promise that you’ll survive. You’ve had your fun, your little act of rebellion. But this isn’t training. There are no more practice rounds. Come back, and we’ll fix all of this.”

  Alex had rarely heard his father sound so sincere. The man had never been much for words. He was reminded of the day after his last birthday, when Volt had stopped him in the hallway of the underground base and given him a

  family photo from when Alex had been just a few months old. His parents were younger and smiling as they held a baby up. As they held him up. It was one of the few things he’d taken with him when he’d left Cloak’s underground base to warn Kirbie about the impending attack on Justice Tower. Everything else he’d brought that night was pinned to a wall at the lake house, but he had the family photo with him now in the inside pocket of his coat. He could almost feel it there. It was something he’d kept to himself, had hidden away. He didn’t know why, really. Only that he wanted to keep it private. Some small memory that couldn’t be touched by Cloak or the Rangers or anyone else.

  “Is he . . . frozen?” Misty asked. She’d materialized off to the side of the others, and now stood staring at Volt, who stood completely still, resting his forehead against the telekinetic prison and looking at his son. Waiting.

  “I’ve got him trapped in a bubble,” Alex said quietly.

  “You’re here fast,” Mallory said.

  “The wind was good,” Misty said. “Once they got out of the Gloom—”

  “Whoa, whoa. Save it for when we’re alone.”

  “You know we’ll come after you,” Volt said to Alex. “You were just a small threat. A low-priority capture. And now you’re prime targets.”

  Alex stared at Volt, unsure of what to say. He knew he didn’t want to go back to the base, but part of him wanted to trust in his father and make him proud. Or try to talk sense into him and get him to see things from Alex’s point of view. From Kirbie and the Rangers’ points of view. Volt stared back at him, his eyes almost pleading.

  Alex turned away.

  “Let’s go,” he said. Across the city, the others—the Rangers—were waiting on them.

  “Alex!” Volt shouted, slamming a fist against the force field. “You should have stayed hidden away. You’ve brought all this down on yourself.”

  “Good-bye, Father,” Alex said quietly.

  Volt sneered. His fingers were twitching, sparks falling from them. The bubble filled with brilliant electricity. Alex could feel it knocking against the walls of his telekinetic sphere.

  And then they were gone, flying across the city in a mess of particles with Misty as their pilot.

  It was an odd feeling for Alex, having his body and mind taken apart and dragged through space. Thoughts got distorted and were hard to put together. But this time he was happy for the fuzz that came with being pulled around by Misty. He didn’t want to have to think about the fact that he’d just faced his parents.

  The decoy team rematerialized beneath the runoff drain in the underground tunnel, where a short platform led to a metal transport booth that would shoot them across the city. Everyone spoke at once. Bug kept Zip patrolling the park above them. Kyle and Kirbie practically knocked Alex over to get to Lone Star and Lux, who were slumped against each other in the transport, apparently sleeping. Amp sat watching the two Rangers. Misty looked tired and leaned on Mallory.

  A wave of relief washed over Alex as his eyes settled on Lone Star and Lux. Then his heart jumped as he realized that the Rangers were unresponsive to all of Kyle and Kirbie’s embraces.

  “The Rangers—are they . . .” He wasn’t sure how to even begin to finish the sentence.

  “Just unconscious. Sleeping,” Gage said, stepping up to him. “There’s a cut on the side of your face, Alex. You’re bleeding.”

  “I don’t feel it,” Alex murmured. He looked at the two adult Rangers in the metal booth. They were both so pale, the space around their eyes so dark. Amp stared at them and yet somehow through them. He made no motion to celebrate with Kyle and Kirbie.

  “That’s them,” Alex said. “We really did it.”

  They’d rescued the Rangers, pulled them from the Gloom. Somewhere inside Alex, a weight was lifted. The night that Justice Tower had fallen, when he’d woken up in the middle of a field with a handful of people he’d been raised to think of as his enemies, he’d promised that he would make sure the Rangers were all right. Even when he had no idea if that was even possible. And now, they were here in front of him.

  Mallory and Misty crowded into the booth with the others, leaving Alex and Gage alone.

  “Everything went okay?” Gage asked.

  “I kept my mother’s attention,” Alex said. “And she was controlling Photon the whole time. The lake house is still a secret. We should be safe for now. Besides, we have them.” He nodded to the Rangers. “Everything’s about to change.”

  “About that . . . ,” Gage started. Alex turned to him, but Gage wouldn’t meet his eyes.

  “What is it?”

  “Lone Star and Lux don’t have their powers anymore. For now, at least. If they don’t return . . .” He raised his eyes to Alex’s. “What should we do?”

  Across the platform, Lone Star began to snore. It was only then that Alex realized how fragile he looked among the others. Alex took a deep breath and felt like everything was going to fall apart around him. They’d fought so hard to rescue Lone Star and Lux, but what if they weren’t actually useful?

  Then he shook his head. They’d done the impossible. They could fix this.

  “We’ll figure out what to do at the lake house,” he said. “Let’s go home.”

  6

  SKI CHAIR

  Lone Star and Lux slept as they were jettisoned underground across the city. The others grinned at one another, trying to talk over the roar of the air shooting past them but settling for giddy shouts and screams. Amp sat silent the whole way. He just closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Whether he was pretending to be asleep or actually tired, Alex wasn’t sure. It seemed like something was wrong, but as they flew through the tunnel, it was impossible to really communicate.

  Once they finally got to the secret lake house base, they could hardly get the sleeping Rangers to open their eyes, much less climb the ladder and stairs to the basement. In the end, Misty had to take the two heroes up, placing them on one of the first-floor beds.

  There was a lot of ruckus as everyone tried to figure out what to do while they waited for the Rangers to wake. Amp refused to leave Lone Star’s side. Misty wanted to throw some kind of party. Alex found himself dragged into Gage’s garage, where the young inventor swabbed his cheek with antiseptic and
filled him in on everything that had happened inside the Gloom.

  “This cut is much better-looking cleaned up,” Gage said when he was done with Alex’s wound. “I thought we were going to have to give you stitches. It may scar a little.”

  “Thanks,” Alex said. “How are you doing? I mean, after the Gloom and all.”

  “A little tired. But that’s never stopped me from getting work done before.”

  “And Amp? How’s he? I mean, he didn’t really say anything the entire way home.”

  “Can you blame him?” Gage asked. As he spoke, he began unloading his pockets with the various gadgets and equipment he’d taken into the Gloom. “He just lost his parents for the second time, and his other guardians are both so drained they can’t even stay conscious. If you’re wondering how he’ll deal with all this, I can’t really say. Besides, strange family relationships are more your department than mine. No offense intended.”

  “None taken,” Alex said. “I just left my dad in a telekinetic bubble behind the museum.”

  “Your power would have faded away as soon as you were gone. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  But this did nothing to make Alex feel any better. He’d never been concerned about his father getting out of the force field—he was worried what he might do after he was free. What everyone might do. The ragtag team at the lake house was probably easy to overlook or underestimate, even if they had managed to defeat the Omegas. But now . . . Alex shuddered as he wondered what form Cloak’s vengeance might take.

  “As for Amp,” Gage continued, “I’m guessing he needs time to figure out exactly how he feels.”

  “Amp will be okay,” Kirbie said from the doorway. “Bug told us what happened. Before he led the Junior Rangers, Amp was like Lone Star’s sidekick. They have a pretty long history together. I think he just needs to see Lone Star and Lux up and planning and back to their rightful places so he knows that everything that happened in the Gloom was worth it.”