Michael, Taylor, Ostin and the rest of the Electroclan have destroyed the largest of the Elgen Starxource plants, but now they're scattered across the Amazon jungle. The Elgen have joined forces with the Peruvian army to capture the Electroclan, and only Michael has managed to remain free. With his friends due to stand trial for terrorism—a charge that may carry the death penalty—Michael will need all his wits and his abilities if he's to save them.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, Dr. Hatch and his loyal Electric Children have seized control of the E.S. Ampere—the super yacht the Elgen use as their headquarters. With the Elgen fleet now under his control, Hatch heads back to Peru to pick up his army and then begin his quest for global domination.
Michael will have to free his friends then find a way to stop Hatch, but the organization behind the mysterious voice that has guided him to this point has been compromised. Hatch knows Michael and the Electroclan are coming. And he's ready for them.
Can the Electroclan win the battle of the Ampere? Or has Michael's luck finally run out?
just a needle in a very big green haystack.” “I hope you’re right,” she said. She closed her eyes. “Good night, Michael.” “Night, Tessa,” I said. “Thank you for saving my life today.” * * * It was still dark when Jaime woke me. “We must go,” he said. It took me a moment to remember where I was. The jungle was still impossibly noisy with the sounds of insects and wildlife. I sat up and yawned. “Did you sleep?” I asked. “No. I will sleep tonight.” I gently shook Tessa, who fought
do?” I asked. “Sí. I need you to climb a tree as high as you can with this,” he said, holding out a coil of wire. I took the wire. “What is it for?” “It is the antenna for our radio. I would do it myself, but I weigh too much to reach the treetop.” “No problem,” I said. I surveyed the trees around us until I decided on the one that looked most scalable, then I tied the end of the wire around a belt loop of my pants. “Wish me luck.” “Be careful,” Jaime said. “The branches may be wet. Do not
freckles. She looked at me curiously, then at the chief, as if awaiting an explanation. “She is one of you,” the chief said. “She’s American?” I asked. The girl stepped toward me. “He means I’m electric. Like you. You must be Michael.” I looked at her quizzically. “How did you know that?” “Because I know all the electric kids except for the last two the Elgen hadn’t found. You’re not a girl, so you must be Michael Vey.” She reached out her hand. “I’m Tesla.” As my hand neared her,
it. A million lies can’t make a single truth.” “But they can bury it so deep you’ll never find it,” she said. She took a deep breath. “Can we talk about something else?” “I’m sorry,” I said. Just then an Amacarra tribesman ran into camp. He was speaking excitedly and his hands flew wildly around him, as if he were swatting at a swarm of bees. Everyone around us stilled and the chief’s expression grew solemn. Then he stood and walked over to us. “The army is near. It is time for you to go to
the cafeteria at Meridian High School. (For the record, I’m not one of the cool kids.) My girlfriend, Taylor (who is one of the cool kids), was sitting on my right side in her cheerleading outfit. My best friend, Ostin, was on my left, eating cheese pizza and garlic bread. The rest of the table was filled with a bunch of cheerleaders and basketball players. As usual, Ostin and I looked as out of place as chocolate doughnuts at a Weight Watchers meeting. The school’s basketball team was joking
