Belinda swore. “Great. Just great. Now we’ll never get out of here.”
Above them, the placktoid ship’s brilliant lights blinked out and were replaced by a dull red glow. Beneath her feet, a vibration that Carrie had not noticed before, which she assumed must be the ship’s engines, stopped.
Chapter Eighteen - Trapped“OH DEAR,” SAID GAVIN, his head returning to vertical.
Belinda folded her arms before sitting down with a thump.
“Don’t worry, everyone,” said Carrie. “The oootoon won’t hold us. It’ll set us free, like before.” She turned on her translator.
Voices blasted into her mind. Victory, victory. The ship is ours. We won, we beat them. Fight the placktoids.
“Hello?” she said. “I’m the Transgalactic Council Officer you were holding before. Do you remember? There are three humans her
