The Predator (Animorphs, No. 5)
Katherine A. Applegate
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Resenting his Animorph powers, Marco prefers to watch over his widower father until he learns that his mother is still alive, and he is horrified to discover that she is the highest ranking officer in the Yeerk army.
The Predator Animorphs #5 K.A. Applegate Table of Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 1 My name is Marco. I can't tell you my last name or where I live. Believe me, I wish I could. I would like nothing more than to be able to tell you
Ahhhhhhh!" "Look, it's okay," I said. "We're going to leave. No one is going to hurt you." "You . . . you . . . you . . . you . . . lobsters!" she managed to say. "Yeah, it is slightly weird, I'll admit," I said. "But it's okay. It's just a dream." "A . . . a . . . a dream?" "Yes, ma'am. Just a dream," Jake said reassuringly. I looked at Ax. "Can you morph to human yet? We need to get out of here." "I can morph again," he assured me. And he started right away. "We're going to leave now,"
again, immediately began removing a panel from the thing I thought was a fax machine. I continued looking through Chapman's desk. Nothing much there. No papers. No files. Ax looked at me and smiled in that way Andalites have of smiling with just their eyes. He touched a small cube I thought was a paperweight. The paperweight lit up and projected a picture into the air in front of me. "Cool," I said. "A computer, right?"
know? Ten more seconds and those ants would have had us. And before that it was a pot of boiling water. And before that I was practically killed by sharks. I mean, come on. Enough is enough." "You're right," Jake said. "Yeah." I was surprised that he took it so well. I guess I shouldn't have been. We all kind of treat Jake like he's the leader, but he's never been pushy about it. "What are you going to do Sunday?" he asked. That took me by surprise again. "I don't know. Some Sundays we go to
crawl into a corner. My dad. Cassie's parents. Rachel's mom and her sisters. Jake's parents. Maybe even Jake's brother, Tom, although he was one of them. Their lives were at risk, too. Suddenly, a window opened in one of the walls. It just grew, the same way the door had before. Like the steel was alive. It formed a round porthole, large enough for all of us to see - even Rachel, who could only turn her massive head enough to look with one eye. I gasped. Below us, blue and white and so