The blast was pushing into the barrier, closer to Max and Michael. In seconds it would be over for them.
No, not just for them. For Liz, too.
"Noooo!" Max said, pushing forward with his hand… except that Max knew that it wasn't his hand that was doing the real work.
Somewhere in his mind, in his cerebral cortex, power- ful forces were at play. When Max pushed, he pushed with his whole being. The green shield crackled with energy and blew outward, the blast that the ship had sent to them went flying back toward its point of origin.
It struck the ship in a shower of sparks that blinded Max for a moment. It also shook the ground.
Before his vision cleared, he said, "Three," and started running.
He sensed Michael next to him as a new sound emerged from the ship. No, not a new sound, a familiar one. It started to grow darker. Max felt a queasy sensation beginning in his stomach and heard Michael say, "No way. Not now." Before the darkness became total, Michael lifted up his hand and fired off a burst of his own.
This one hit the ship nearly dead center and shook it visibly. Instantly, the dark cloud dissipated.
"What did you do?" Max asked.
"Not sure, but it looks like it worked pretty well," Michael said.
They were at the foot of the ramp now. There was light inside the ship, and Max ran toward it.
Liz is in there, he thought.
An instant later, two figures appeared at the top of the ramp. They were pointing something down at Max and Michael. ' Even as that thought registered, a blast from Michael leaped out at them and tossed them very hard back into the ship. Max realized that Michael had taken the lead and was barreling up the ramp just ahead of him.
Well, he's better at this part than I am, Max thought. He had an instant to wonder where that thought had come from, and then they were inside the ship, standing on a landing with one door on each side of them.
The ship was filled with loud clicking sounds, which Max guessed were some sort of automated alarm. Some- thing was wrong. The floor was shaking beneath his feet. He and Michael must have hit the ship pretty hard.
Good, he thought.
An alien appeared from a door that slid open. Max cursed to himself. He had held out a slim hope that there might only be the three they had seen so far. Clearly, there were more. This one was similar to the one Kyle had taken down. Actually, it looked identical.
Michael blasted him back the way he came.
"That way," Max said, pointing into the hallway the alien had emerged from.
They stepped inside and found nothing. Just thirty or forty feet of hallway.
"What now?" Michael said.
Max thought for a moment. The ship was shaking now. Something was wrong with it. Whatever they did, they needed to do it fast.
No time. No time. No time.
There were sounds of movement from inside the ship. Max did the only thing he could think of: "Liz!" he called out.
He did it again. Michael called out as well.
"Shhhh," he said, holding up his hand.
Nothing.
They called for her again.
"Max," a voice said. There it was. Faint, but he had heard it. A look at Michael's face told him that it wasn't his imagination.
"Max," the voice said, louder this time.
It was coming from back behind the door. Max led them back to the small landing they had first reached when they entered the ship.
He heard Liz again, louder this time. Then he realized where they were. They were in the dead center of the ship. The landing obviously connected two main hallways that ran the length of the vessel.
Max started for the door on the opposite door, the one that would lead him to Liz. The door opened, but Michael's hand on his shoulder pulled him aside before he could step through.
"Let me check it out," Michael said, stepping through. Max was an instant behind him.
Faster than he could ever have reacted, Michael identi- fied and blasted two aliens that were waiting for them.
"Max," Liz called out again. She sounded much closer now. Max ran down the hallway. He and Michael checked doorways together and only once saw an alien… whom Michael quickly dispatched.
Then they tried another door and saw three people inside against a wall.
Liz was there, Max realized, feeling a rush of relief. She was standing up attached to the wall with some sort of straps or bands. Next to her were Bell and Dawn. Both of them looked unconscious. Liz seemed half out of it her- self, but she was fighting. She had retained enough con- sciousness to see where they were and had told Isabel.
A rush of love for her overwhelmed him, but he pushed it aside. He still had plenty of work to do. Max didn't bother to scan the room. He sensed Michael was doing it, and since he didn't hear any blasts he assumed it was clear.
Rushing to Liz, he waved his hands and the bands around her flew off. She fell into his arms. Putting her down on the floor, he ran his hand over her whole body. She seemed okay, except…
Drugged. They had given her something. It was affecting her, keeping her docile. Summoning his power, he placed his hand on her head and felt his energy flow into her.
Immediately her eyes cleared and she looked up at him.
Holding his hand up to tell her to be still, Max ran his other, glowing hand over her body, clearing it of the drug.
An instant later, Liz's arms were around him and he was pulling her up. "We're in the ship," he said.
Liz nodded. "I told Isabel where it was.”
"Can you walk?" he asked.
"I'm okay," she said, taking a step to make sure.
"Good, we'll have to carry them," Max said, pointing to Bell and Dawn.
Michael had removed their bands and quickly threw Dawn over his shoulder. Max did the same to Bell and they headed down the hallway, making for the landing and the ramp.
Michael was in front, and Max could see that he was watching carefully for aliens. Thankfully, none appeared. Then they were on the landing.
The ramp was in front of them. Michael headed down first.
Max almost stumbled when the ship shook and the ramp nearly threw him. Liz's hand was on him and he kept his balance. Finally, they were on the ground. Ten feet. Twenty. Thirty.
Michael stopped and put Dawn down. Max did the same with Bell. He took a quick look at them and saw that they were both breathing.
That done, he had only one thought. He wanted to put his arms around… "Max, we have to go back," Liz said.
"What?" he said.
"Back in there? We just got out… miraculously… in one piece," Michael said.
"There are others in there, I heard… screaming," Liz said. "We can't leave them.”
Max thought about Isabel's dreamwalking experience and Liz's vision. Whatever the aliens were doing to the people they took, it was awful. He looked at the ship. It was shaking visibly. And inside, there were girls who were imprisoned and being experimented on.
Max had some experience with that.
"Liz, it's too late," Michael said.
"We'll go," Max said.
"We'll what?" Michael said, shocked.
But Max was already running back to the ship and he knew Michael was just behind him. By the time he reached the ramp, Michael was ahead of him… muttering, but leading the way.
Since they had searched the hallway that was to the right of the landing looking for Liz, this time, they turned left.
There were no aliens in the hallway… at least, none that were moving. Quickly, they tried doors. Max saw equip- ment he didn't recognize and seemingly empty room, but no people- -or aliens, for that matter. Finally, at the end of the hall, they saw a single large room. Scanning it quickly, Max saw a long row of tables like the ones Isabel had described from Jessica's dream. Ten tables. No, twelve.