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  All eyes were on Pope.

  “A freighter collided with an unidentified object.”

  If Burke had been a more emotional man, he would have smiled. Instead, within minutes, the four of them had climbed into a Black Hawk helicopter and were flying toward the site of the train collision.

  Unaware of Burke’s approach, Jack stood on the side of the road looking under the hood of his battered taxi. Almost every part of the vehicle was busted. He shook his head as he tried to imagine how he might get the vehicle up and running again. “Couple of kids, big wad of cash, what could go wrong?” he muttered.

  In the backseat, Seth and Sara looked almost as bad as the cab. Sara said something under her breath, but Seth signaled her to stay quiet.

  “We cannot trust him,” he whispered.

  “We must,” Sara responded. “I can feel it.

  Still grumbling, Jack got back into the car and slumped behind the wheel.

  Sara leaned forward and tapped him on the shoulder.“We know you are frustrated, Jack Bruno,” she began.“But we must ask you . . .”

  Jack had had enough. He snapped upright and interrupted her right there. “No, no, no,” he said. “No more ‘Jack Bruno’ this and ‘Jack Bruno’ that. I’ve been asking for answers and . . .”

  Sara answered his question before he could even ask. “It’s exactly what you’ve been thinking, Jack Bruno.”

  Jack flashed an exasperated look.“So now you’re going to tell me exactly what I’ve been thinking?”

  Sara nodded. Reading minds was another one of her “talents.” “The Siphon, that spaceship, my brother and I . . . are indeed not from your planet.”

  “So that’s it?” Jack said, spinning around to face them. “Mystery solved. You want me to believe that you’re both aliens,” he said slowly.

  “It is the truth,” Seth replied.

  “You don’t look like aliens,” he said slowly.

  Sara flashed Seth a confused look before asking, “What does an alien look like, Jack Bruno?”

  A few days of driving people back and forth to the UFO convention had given him more than a few ideas. “You know, an alien. Little green men. Antennae. Laser guns. ‘Take me to your leader, Earthlings’ mumbo jumbo.”

  “Mumbo jumbo?” Seth asked, more confused than before.

  Sara seemed to understand better. “He requires some proof,” she said.“He thinks we are insulting his intelligence.”

  “Well, yeah,” Jack said. “I mean, you don’t just drop the ‘alien’ bomb. I have seen some weird things today, but you can’t expect me to believe . . .”

  Before he could continue, loose items from throughout the cab started to lift into the air. Coins, old parking tickets, and an empty coffee cup were all floating around as if they were in outer space. Jack’s mouth dropped open.

  “There are things floating around me, right?” he asked, worried that he was losing his mind.

  Sara nodded. “I’m telekinetic,” she explained. “I have the ability to move items with my mind.”

  “That’s impossible,” Jack said, disbelieving.

  “It is quite possible,” Sara answered. “On our planet as well as yours. You don’t do it because you haven’t learned to use your full brain capacity.”

  “Maybe I don’t do it,” Jack retorted,“because it’s just creepy! Could you stop that?”

  In an instant, everything dropped simultaneously.

  Sighing, Jack turned back around. He tried the ignition and after a few coughs, the cab started. Slowly, the taxi started to rattle down the road, it— and Jack—barely keeping it together.

  Back at the crash site, flames flickered in the trees alongside the train tracks. A shadowy figure arose from the wreckage of the collision. It was the Siphon. His body was charred, but somehow he had managed to survive. His leg was severely damaged and bent in an unnatural direction. He straightened it, apparently unbothered by any pain. Then a laser emerged from among the weapons on his arm. He used the laser to burn the armor and flesh around his wound and melt it all back together.

  Suddenly a noise from above caught his attention. It was the sound of a helicopter’s rotors. The Siphon slinked back into the shadows to keep from being spotted.

  A searchlight from the helicopter moved across the scene of the collision, as Burke and his team surveyed the wreckage.

  “Train engineer is banged up but alive,” Carson told the rest of the team. “Last thing he saw in the tunnel was our taxi and a set of flying lights. He figured it was a small plane.”

  “Small plane?” Pope asked, his curiosity piqued. “You think there’s a chance they have a second spacecraft?”

  Matheson shook his head. “You have the ability to fly at the speed of light, yet you use a beat-up cab?”

  Burke had seen enough.“Secure the site. Catalog every piece of debris. I want to know what’s train, what’s cab, and . . . what’s left.”

  “Roger that,” Carson replied. “We’ve set up a trace on Bruno’s cell phone. He uses it, we’ll be there before he can hang up.”

  Burke nodded, confident that the chase was nearing its end.

  CHAPTER 10

  Jack’s taxi was running, but just barely. It sputtered down the road and past a sign reading, ENTERING STONY CREEK—EST. 1846. Once a silver-mining camp, Stony Creek looked like the kind of small town where everybody knew everybody else. Jack also hoped it was the kind of town where you could find a great mechanic at any hour of the night.

  Jack managed to nurse his cab all the way to Eddie’s Service Station. As they got out of the cab, he turned to the kids. “Don’t say anything. Don’t touch anything. And don’t do anything . . . freaky,” he instructed them. Then he turned and called out to see if anyone was there.

  A man who looked to be in his fifties walked out from a dusty old office. This was Eddie, who owned the garage.“We’re closed,” he explained.

  “I know,” Jack responded. “It’s just we’ve experienced some car trouble.”

  Eddie shrugged. “We’re still closed. Better to experience some car trouble when we’re open.”

  “I’ll plan better next time,” Jack said.

  “Jack Bruno,” Sara said, ignoring his instructions to remain quiet. “The only thing that will convince Eddie to reopen for business will be a significant sum of money.”

  “Do I know you from somewhere?” the mechanic asked, looking at her carefully.

  Jack didn’t give Sara a chance to answer. “Nope, you don’t,” he assured him. He pulled the money from his pocket. “We’ll pay you double your rate.”

  Eddie was no longer concerned about how Sara knew his name. This was now a negotiation. “Triple,” he replied.

  “Done,” Jack said with a satisfied smile.

  A few minutes later, Eddie was hard at work on the car while Jack and the kids were walking into a nearby restaurant to get something to eat. The restaurant was nice but nothing fancy. A country band was playing on the stage, and a few couples were on the dance floor. Sara and Seth were intrigued by everything they saw.

  “This settlement of Stony Creek has less lights and energy than Las Vegas city,” Sara observed.

  “Every place on the planet has less lights and energy than Vegas,” Jack observed, smiling. Then he turned to the kids, his expression growing serious. “Look I need you two not to be ‘aliens’ in here. Understand?”

  “No. I do not,” Sara answered.“How can we not be what we are?”

  Jack stifled a sigh. “Just don’t do any of your creepy magic floaty stuff,” he explained.

  As they sat down at a table, Sara looked Jack in the eye and said, “I hope you do not act upon your thought of making a fast break out the back door and escaping Stony Creek never to look back at us again.”

  Jack’s eyes opened wide. “How did you know that?” he asked.

  “My sister also has the gift of telepathy,” Seth informed him. “She can read the minds of those nearest to her.”

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p; “Tell your sister, on Earth it’s rude to read people’s minds.” Jack gave a little finger wag for emphasis.

  Jack was a bundle of nerves, especially when the local sheriff walked in and sat at a nearby table. It seemed as if everybody was staring at them— including the sheriff and his three deputies.

  Seth and Sara had gone to wash their hands when Jack’s cell phone rang, startling him. It was Dominick, his boss from the cab company.

  “I’ve been trying to get you all night!” Dominick cried. “Where are you? You dump that fare yet?”

  “Not quite,” Jack answered. “It’s complicated.”

  “Un-complicate it,” Dominick ordered. “I want my cab back. Spotless.” Jack cringed, thinking about how far from spotless the cab actually was.

  “By the way,” Dominick continued, “don’t have your creditors call, looking for you here.”

  “Creditors?” Jack had no idea what Dominick was talking about.

  “You got all kinds of people trying to find you,” he said. “Pay your bills on time.”Then he hung up.

  Jack was confused. He didn’t owe anyone money. Which meant, someone was trying to find him. Was it Wolfe? Or did it have something to do with Seth and Sara?

  Unknown to Jack, Burke and his team were listening in on the call and had instantly begun tracing his location. Within moments they were rushing toward Stony Creek.

  When Seth and Sara returned, Jack looked at them nervously. He had made a decision and wanted to tell them what it was.

  “I think it would be . . .” he started to say.

  Sara finished his statement, “best for everyone if Seth and I got another ride?”

  “Seriously,” Jack said, more than a little creeped out that she could read his mind,“you’ve got to stop doing that.”

  The waitress brought their orders, and when she left, he went on. “I’m sorry,” Jack said, sounding genuine.“But you need someone from NASA or the air force to help you. Not me.”

  “If you abandon us, our mission will be in jeopardy,” Sara told him.

  “And the chances of our survival zero,” Seth added.

  Silence fell as the three ate their food. Finally, Sara spoke up. “On Earth, isn’t there a difference between ‘can’t help,’ and ‘won’t help’?” she asked.

  Jack swallowed a bite of his food.“I’m just trying to be honest here,” he said. “I’m the wrong guy.”

  Sara reached out and put a hand on top of Jack’s. “Maybe you need help, too, Jack Bruno.”

  Before Jack could respond, his cell phone rang again. He answered it expecting to hear Dominick complain some more. But it was a voice he didn’t recognize.

  “Are they safe, Jack?” the voice asked.

  Jack got up from the table so that the kids couldn’t overhear him and so that Sara couldn’t read his mind.

  “Who is this?” Jack asked when he was far enough away from them.

  “Henry Burke. I work for the Department of Defense. I handle their more sensitive cases.”

  “What do you mean sensitive?”

  “I suspect we both know the answer to that question,” Burke answered.

  Jack’s protective instincts kicked in. He looked out the window, scanning for any suspicious activity.

  “Look, they’re just kids,” Jack told him. “They don’t want any trouble. Neither do I.”

  “Good,” Burke responded. “Then we’re all on the same page.Trouble is the last thing I want as well. But what I do want is your two passengers.”

  There was something about Burke’s voice that Jack didn’t trust. He looked out the window again. Five black SUVs had driven up the otherwise empty street. They began to block off the roads, closing off escape routes.

  “I have had a chance to acquaint myself with your background,” Burke went on. “You’re a convicted felon. You’ve spent most of the day breaking one law after another, for what—them?”

  Jack glanced back at the table where Seth and Sara remained oblivious. “What do you want me to do?” Jack asked, sighing.

  “Not make a scene,” Burke replied coldly. “You walked them into the restaurant. Now you can walk them out. I’ll take it from there. And to show my appreciation, I’ll wipe your slate clean.”

  A man with a cell phone to his ear got out of one of the SUVs. Burke, he figured. A dozen or so heavily armed men fanned out around the agent.

  “Just walk away?” Jack asked.“No harm, no foul?

  “That’s right,” Burked answered. “You have five minutes. And then it will all be over.”

  Jack looked back at the table. Seth and Sara were gone.

  “Five minutes,” Jack answered, not betraying the new plan he had just come up with.“See you then.”

  Las Vegas cabdriver Jack Bruno is about to go on an adventure that is out of this world!

  In the middle of the Nevada desert, military agents discover something very strange. . . .

  Seth and Sara may look like average teenagers, but they have a big secret.

  Henry Burke has only one mission—find the aliens that have crashed on Earth.

  Jack isn’t about to leave Seth and Sara alone in the middle of nowhere.

  Inside a mysterious garden, Jack realizes they are being followed.

  Keeping an eye out, Jack sees something approach out of the ferns.

  Dr. Alex Friedman believes extraterrestrial life is out there—she just doesn’t realize how close.

  Dr. Harlan shares his knowledge about the mysterious Witch Mountain.

  Jack and Alex check out Witch Mountain. It looks impenetrable.

  Safe inside their ship, Seth and Sara figure a way out of Witch Mountain—and toward home.

  Jack and Alex know their adventures are only just beginning.

  CHAPTER 11

  Jack knew he didn’t have much time. Quickly, he scanned the restaurant and saw Seth and Sara over by the stage.

  “We’re leaving now,” Jack said when he reached them.

  Sara looked right at Jack and read his mind. “They’re here for us, aren’t they?”

  “Yes, they are.”

  Jack was desperately trying to figure out how to buy some time, when he remembered the sheriff.

  He walked over to the man’s table.“Excuse me,” Jack said, interrupting the sheriff ’s meal with his deputies.

  “Can I help you?” the sheriff asked.

  Jack took a quick breath. “I was just wondering what your town’s policy is regarding concealed firearms?”

  Jack motioned over toward the door, just as Burke and his men burst in. The timing couldn’t have been better. The sheriff got up and headed over toward Burke. Jack quickly led the kids in the other direction, looking for a back door.

  “Can I help you boys out?” the sheriff asked once he reached Burke, who was busy scanning all the tables.

  “Official government business,” Burke told him. “Move aside.”

  The sheriff did not take kindly to being told what to do.“Officially my town,” he told Burke.“My business.”

  Burke repressed a groan of rage. Local law enforcement was always getting in his way. Burke and his men all reached inside their jackets to pull their guns, and the sheriff and his deputies did the same. In a moment, it seemed like everyone was pointing a gun at somebody.

  “You’re making a mistake, Sheriff,” Burke said, trying to keep his temper from erupting.

  “So says every criminal arrested.”

  While this was going on, Jack managed to lead Seth and Sara to a hidden area behind the stage. There they found a rickety ladder that led to the roof. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best chance they had to escape.

  The three of them climbed up the rungs, but when they got to the top, Jack discovered the ceiling hatch was locked—from the outside. As he tried to figure out what to do, Seth reached past him. His arm disappeared through the hatch and a moment later, the small door swung open.

  Noticing Jack’s astonished expression, Sara explai
ned.“My brother has the ability to control his molecular density, allowing him to phase through solid objects or withstand the greatest of impacts.”

  Jack swallowed. “Neat,” he said, following Seth up onto the roof as Burke’s men passed by below, unaware. Jack and the kids hurried along the roof toward the back of the building.

  Jack was able to climb down from the roof onto the top of a trailer and then jump to the ground. He turned back and started to help Seth and Sara down when he heard the low, fierce growl of a dog.

  When Jack turned, he saw the animal only a dozen or so feet away.

  “Easy, boy,” Jack said, trying to sound as soothing as possible. “Nice little doggy.”

  It didn’t do the trick. The growl intensified, and the dog bared its teeth and charged. All Jack could do was cover his face and brace himself for the attack. But it never came.

  When he looked up, he saw the terrifying junkyard dog happily licking Sara’s face.

  “We appreciate your understanding,” Sara said to the dog. Apparently, her many gifts included the ability to communicate with animals.

  “It’s time to go,” Sara told Jack.

  Inside the restaurant, Burke had managed to get a high-ranking government official on the phone with the sheriff. Once the call was over, he turned to Burke and his men. “You got yourself some mighty big friends in some mighty big places.”

  Burke could barely contain his rage. They had wasted valuable time! “Lock down this facility,” he ordered. “No one exits until my team has checked them.”

  Moments later, Burke and his men discovered the hatch to the roof. They climbed up just in time to see Jack drive his cab out of Eddie’s garage.

  Burke grabbed his walkie-talkie to alert everyone. “The taxi is on the move. I want that cab . . . and everyone in it!”