mid-crow.â
âYou should eat,â my mother said. âThe food here is really good. They grow everything. Even the wild blueberries in the pancakes. Theyâre completely off the grid.â
âThis is where I want to be for the zombie apocalypse,â Taylor said.
âOr the Elgen one,â I said. I looked at Taylorâs mother. âHow are you, Mrs. Ridley?â
âThank you for asking,â she said. âI woke this morning thinking I had dreamed it all.â
âSometimes I still do too,â I said. I took a bite of blueberry pancake. It was delicious.
âTell us about Peru,â Mrs. Ridley said. âAnd this tribe you were with.â
âYou should let him eat,â Taylor said.
âItâs okay,â I said. âI wasnât with the Amacarra that long. But they were good to me. They saved me from the Elgen.â
âIâd like to meet them someday,â my mother said.
âYou canât,â I said, frowning. âThey donât exist anymore. The Elgen and the Peruvian army wiped them out for helping us.â
Her expression fell. âIâm so sorry. Thatâs horrible.â
âItâs hard to believe that their entire civilization is gone,â I said.
âIf Hatch has his way that will be true of all of us,â Taylor said.
Just the mention of Hatchâs name brought a cloud over the table.
As we finished eating, Joel walked in. He greeted a few people, then went to the front of the room. âExcuse me, I have an announcement. For members of the Electroclan, weâll be meeting in this same room at nine thirty, so youâll have a little time to go back to your rooms or walk around the grounds before then, but please donât be late. Thank you.â
As soon as he finished he headed to our table. I again noticed the unspoken interaction between him and my mother.
âGood morning,â he said to all of us. Then he turned to me. âMichael, before things get started, the council would like to meet with you.â
âWhatâs the council?â I asked.
âTheyâre the leadership of the resistance,â my mother said.
âTheyâre waiting in the conference room right now,â Joel said.
âTheyâre waiting for me?â
âYes. As soon as youâre ready.â
I glanced at Taylor. âWhat about everyone else?â
âThis time theyâd just like to see you,â Joel said.
I stood. âAll right. Letâs go.â
My mother and I followed Joel back to the Ranch House, then across the main room, through a doorway, and down the central wing. At the end of the hallway Joel opened a door for me. âGo on in,â he said.
I stepped into a large, sparse room with a long, oval table with nearly a dozen people sitting around it. They all stood as I entered. Irecognized most of them from the night before, but with the exception of Joel and Sydney Lynn, I hadnât known who they were.
The man at the head of the table walked toward me. He was a little older than the others, handsome with graying temples. He extended his hand. âMichael, welcome. Iâm Simon.â
âYouâre not the voice,â I said.
He shook his head. âNo. Iâm not. Iâm the council chairman.â
âYouâre the main guy?â
He smiled. âI am here. The council runs most of the day-to-day operations of the resistance, but the overall leadership is elsewhere. The threat and power of the Elgen is such that itâs vital that we not keep all our eggs in the same basket. The council communicates with the voice, who directs operations from a confidential location.â
âIâd just like to meet this person who keeps asking us to risk our lives,â I said. âI think itâs only fair.â
âAnd so you shall,â Simon said. âWhen the time is right. Please, have a seat at the table.â
I sat