The Battle for Earth (Teen Superheroes Book 3) by Darrell Pitt Page B

the door. “Or we can just knock the door down.”
    He hit the door and it exploded outward into the hall. The unfortunate guards who were standing on the other side of it were slammed to the ground and did not move. Everyone inside the cell peered into the hallway in amazement.
    “Your friend is very strong,” Zena said.
    “As well as intelligent,” Bax added.
    “He doesn’t know his own talents,” Ebony explained. “Come on.”
    As they all poured into the hallway, Brodie and Zena snatched up the weapons of the fallen warriors.
    “Which way?” Ebony asked.
    “The shuttle bay is in this direction.” Ferdy pointed.
    They hurried down the corridor. Brodie wondered about their chances of escaping from the ship. Or even surviving this situation. So much had happened so quickly. Then there was the issue with Axel. If he had stolen a weapon from The Agency she doubted he would ever be welcomed back.
    They turned a corner – and encountered a squad of Tagaar warriors heading in their direction.
    “Damn,” Brodie said. “It’s showtime.”
     

Chapter Eighteen
    Morgan Le Fay sat at the bow of the small cruiser as it bounced across the waves of the North Sea toward Cargall Island. Once or twice the two men in charge of the ship had left the safety of the wheel house to invite her back to the warm interior.
    “Not right now.” She smiled. “I love the sea.”
    They would then nod uncertainly and hurry back inside. Morgan could understand their confusion. It was freezing on the water and she was dressed in little more than a summer dress. Anyone else would have collapsed from frostbite.
    Of course, she was not anyone else.
    Morgan Le Fay let out a sigh. She was tired of her exile on this backwater planet. She needed to be free, and her alliance with the Tagaar would achieve that goal.
    The Tagaar are stupid , she thought. But they are powerful.
    If there was one thing Morgan had learnt over the centuries, it was that stupid people often gained power with surprising ease. She had met Oliver Cromwell once and he had said something that had stayed with her ever since.
    “Power belongs to those who are prepared to take it,” he said.
    The Tagaar were stupid, but they saw the Earth as an opportunity and they were prepared to take it. She needed them. So be it. She had known the Tagaar would come to Earth sooner or later. Now that time had arrived, and deep down inside she felt an emotion that was as foreign to her as the day of her birth.
    Fear.
    She knew when to abandon ship, and that time was now. The Earth was finished. Certainly she would still enjoy a few more years of murdering and torturing innocent people, but then the Tagaar would increase their stranglehold on the planet. Sooner or later the human race would be reduced to slaves, and for Morgan Le Fay, it was a fate to which she would not yield.
    The south coast of Cargall Island was growing larger by the moment. They would reach it within the hour. She strode back along the deck to the wheelhouse where the two men were huddled inside. They looked at her in amazement as she stepped inside from the freezing cold.
    “Are ye not frozen, madam?” the captain asked.
    She gave both men a smile. What were their names again? She had gotten terribly forgetful of late. There had been so many people over the centuries; after a while they all blended together into one feast with so many different courses.
    Ah yes.
    Seamus the captain and his brother Donald.
    AKA dinner and dessert!
    “It is cold,” Morgan agreed. “Do you go to the island often?”
    “Only to drop off supplies,” Donald said. He was slouched up against the opposite wall, his thumbs hitched into his faded blue jeans. His eyes were firmly fixed on Morgan’s body. He continued. “The scientists are always getting new pieces of equipment for their contraption out there.”
    “The Solar Accelerator,” Morgan said. “A very interesting device.”
    “If you say so,” Donald said.
    Captain Seamus