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white aluminum. And it happens to be located just across the street from the GC Tower, where Number 7 and Number 8 keep both their official business and their residence.
    Unfortunately, the Mode Gakuen’s unconventional shape means it doesn’t have much in the way of a flat roof on which to sit. When you’re trying to spy on two evil penthouse-dwelling aliens across the street, that can be a bit of a problem. Especially when you’re not so keen on heights to begin with.
    Of course, two hours into my reconnaissance mission, it was all seeming like a big, fat, needlessly-high-up-in-the-air waste of time. Boy, can aliens be boring. The only thing I’d discovered about Number 7 and Number 8 so far was that they were Internet junkies. They hadn’t done
any
thing but surf the Web on their laptops. And their surfings weren’t exactly the stuff of legend. Other than reading some news stories about the big refinery explosion last night, they mostly seemed to be interested in landmark Tokyo buildings and—get this—parenting websites. Weird. Boring, but weird.
    I was just about to call it a night when I suffered the worst bout of vertigo ever. And it had nothing to do with the height or the unsteadiness of the horrible window-cleaning gondola.
    Someone had just emerged from the private penthouse elevator and entered their suite. Someone with a strikingresemblance to an overgrown mantis with wild dreadlocks and the most evil-looking eyes you could imagine.
    It was Number 1—
The Prayer!
    My parents’ killer… my ultimate nemesis… the darkest stain in all my nightmares.

Chapter 16

     

 
    I WANTED TO run and hide. I wanted to teleport myself to another continent or, heck, another planet. But this was Number 1. I couldn’t afford to be scared. I couldn’t afford to get distracted. And, most of all, I couldn’t afford to miss this chance to find out what he was doing here.
    And that was a problem, because he was a street-width away from me behind a wall of insulated glass. Unless I wanted to get closer and run the risk of being seen, it was going to be hard to find out what they were saying.
    Hard, but not impossible… especially for a kid who’d recently downloaded the Massachusetts Institute of Technology’s Acoustical Engineering PhD curriculum into his cerebellum. I zoomed in my eyes on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling penthouse windows to the point at which I could see the vibrations caused by my enemies’ words.And from there, it was a simple matter of translating the vibrations back into sounds and…
    “That poor, poor kitty cat. What is
wrong
with you two?!” asked Number 1, swiveling his head back and forth in his creepy rendition of a disapproving head shake. His voice carried a note of amusement, but Number 7 and Number 8’s obvious nervousness made it clear he wasn’t totally joking.
    “I have told you before,” he said, his eyes flashing (only that’s not really the right word because it wasn’t light coming out of them—it was
darkness
). “And I’ll tell you again—there is only
one
creature I need you to hunt to extinction, and that’s Graff and Atrelda’s unfortunate leave-behind. Little whatever-his-name-is.”
    “He calls himself Daniel,” replied Number 8, timidly.
    “What day of the week is it?” said Number 1, rising up on his hind legs and glowering at her.
    “Tuesday.”
    “Then
I
want
you
to call him
Thursday Night Soup.
”
    “But what if he time-travels back to Monday?” asked Number 7.
    “I’ve seen to it that he can’t do any more of his time-travel tricks,” Number 1 said, annoyed. “Now do your job and
hunt him down.
”
    “Yes, sensei,” said Number 7 and Number 8 in unison, bowing and backing away from him.
    “And stop acting like humans!” screamed Number 1. “You two are taking this playacting too far. Between your tabloid antics and the way your so-called son’s been behaving lately, you’ll probably end up going native on me.”
    “Of course,