Legacies Reborn by Pittacus Lore

gets off with this “I know everything you should be doing with your life” tone. He gets all serious and tells me about how he was too young to fight back when the Mogs came for his planet, but that I’m not and can make a difference on Earth. The words make sense. Maybe if I wasn’t so scared about Mom and the aliens and everything I’d jump at this chance. I don’t know. It’s hard to process right now.
    John’s not as smart as he thinks he is. He doesn’t even know about the YouTube video of him they’ve been showing on the news, and he gets the dopiest look on his face when I tell him about it.
    Eventually he wakes Sam up and tells us we should get moving. Before I agree to come along or even ask where they’re going, I want to know everything he does about what’s happening in Brooklyn.
    â€œYou mentioned getting some people out of New York. . . .”
    â€œYeah,” John says. “The army and the police have secured the Brooklyn Bridge. They’re evacuating people from there. At least, they were last night.”
    I nod. In my head, I try to figure the odds of where Mom could be. But it’s all just guesswork. I could try to make it down to her restaurant alone, or I could goto Brooklyn with two dudes who can move stuff with their minds and shoot fireballs and see if she’s there first.
    It would be nice not to be alone in this search. Especially if there are still Mog squads roaming the streets.
    â€œI’d like to go there,” I say, getting to my feet. “Maybe see if my mom made it.”
    â€œAll right.” He gets a smile on his face like he knew I was going to ask something like that. I roll my eyes and start for the door. What a punk.
    â€œWe should head that way too,” he says.
    â€œWhatever,” I murmur, even though a wave of relief crashes over me when he says this. I don’t know that either of them heard me. That doesn’t really matter. I’m glad they’re coming along, that I don’t have to go alone.
    Sam yells at me not to forget my duffel bag. I lock eyes with John, ready for him to give me some spiel about how this money should go towards Earth’s war fund or something. I know I said similar stuff to Jay about this earlier, but I do not need a lecture from John Smith about—
    â€œUse your telekinesis,” he says, pointing at the bag. “It’s good practice.”
    Okay, maybe he’s not such a Boy Scout after all. I shoot him a grin and head out the doors, the bag floating after me. Today is going to be different. Today I’m going to find Mom and we’re going to pick up the pieces.
    I’m one step out of the train car when I see guns pointed at me. My hands go up, and I’m ready to scream and use my telekinesis. Then I realize the guns aren’t like the Mog blasters. These are human guns, held by human soldiers.
    Oh shit, I’m under arrest. Earth’s going to shit and I’m going to prison for taking money I technically didn’t even steal.
    â€œWhoa, whoa,” I say as I step back into the train, using my powers to try to hide the bag under one of the seats.
    I see John move out of the corner of my eye. His hands are on fire.
    â€œWait,” Sam says. “They aren’t Mogs.”
    One of them recognizes John as they shine flashlights in our faces. I notice that they don’t immediately put their guns away.
    â€œFriends of yours?” I ask.
    â€œNot sure,” John says.
    â€œSometimes the government likes us, other times not so much,” Sam says.
    â€œGreat,” I murmur. I’ve done a hell of a job picking my friends. “For a second there, I thought they were here to arrest me .”
    Some woman’s voice comes out of one of the military dude’s walkie-talkies. I see John stiffen a little when he hears it. The guy steps forward.
    â€œPlease come with us,” he says. “Agent Walker