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the window.
    “We need -.” She began.
    Before she could say anything more, the plane’s nose abruptly began to rise again. Someone nearby dragged off their air mask and vomited.
    “I know,” Chad said. “We need a new tail.”
    He looked through the window and focused. A few seconds later he moved out of the way and Ebony took his place at the window.
    She smiled. “One new tail. Not as good as the first, but good enough so we can land.”
    Kelly looked at us in amazement. “Who are you kids? How did you do that?”
    Some of the other passengers were looking at us in amazement. I looked to Dan. He nodded to me without speaking.
    “I’ll explain,” he said. “Just as soon as we land.”
    The major airport servicing Las Vegas is McCarran International Airport. Half an hour after the plane had landed, Dan positioned himself at the front door as people exited the plane. Upon landing, Ebony had already turned the appropriate parts of the 747 back to their original substances. She evaporated the tail and the hole in the side of the plane.
    “You will forget any of us were ever on board this plane,” Dan told the departing passengers.
    People smiled and nodded in return.
    “You were never here,” an elderly man told him.
    “We’ve never seen you before in our lives,” an entire family chimed in unison as they marched past us.
    “The force will be with you,” Dan said cheekily. “Always.”
    As the last of the passengers disembarked, Kelly and a few of the other stewardesses grouped around us.
    “The pilots have to be congratulated for landing the plane under such terrible conditions,” Dan said.
    “We will congratulate them,” they said in unison.
    “You will forget us completely and emphasize the bravery and ability of the pilots,” he said.
    The crew agreed.
    “You might remember one very handsome young man who showed exceptional bravery under -.”
    That’s when we grabbed Dan and disembarked. He’s a talented kid, but sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop.
     

 
    Chapter Four
    Home sweet home.
    It was late in the afternoon. The drive back across the desert in the campervan was mostly in silence. Brodie drove. No-one even bothered to turn on the radio. Facing death has that sort of effect on you.
    My eyes were firmly on the changing landscape. Las Vegas sits in the Mojave Desert. It’s a barren place. Hot and dry. But it has its own beauty. When we first came here there was an almost unanimous vote to live in a hotel in the middle of town. It was only through my constant arguing and stubbornness that we ended up living to the west on Highway One Sixty.
    As we turned off the highway onto a side road, my mind returned to the events on the plane.
    What had happened to my powers? I had never had problems with them before. While at The Agency I had been able to form shields and weapons with ease. Was it something on the plane? Was it the stress of the situation?
    Our campervan crested a rise and we saw our little home in the valley. It wasn’t much, but it suited us.
    Or maybe I should rephrase that. It wasn’t much, but it suited me. We pulled up outside the house. It was a single story bungalow with views over the long, rolling hills. Low lying scrub surrounded the place on all sides. It had a number of water tanks as well as an outdoor spa and solar power.
    Brodie brought the campervan to a halt. The others piled out through the side doors. Brodie and I sat silently in the front. We watched Chad leading the others inside. A minute later music erupted from the interior.
    Nice to see someone was having a good time.
    “What happened back on the plane?” Brodie asked.
    “What do you mean?”
    “You know what I mean.”
    So she had noticed. “I don’t know. I tried focusing on forming a shield in the door, but I couldn’t make it happen.”
    “Don’t give yourself a hard time,” she said gently. “It was hard for everyone to focus.”
    “Everyone still did their job,” I replied.