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The etched glass goblet sat on an exquisitemarble countertop. The countertop was inthe bathroom of a luxurious hotel room.

The hotel room was in New York City,where luxurious hotel rooms are fairlycommon. The goblet looked like areproduction antique that one might find in

an  eight-hundred-dollar-a-night  deluxe

room at the Ritz-Carlton.

Only the goblet wasn’t a beautiful

reproduction. The hotel hadn’t placed it

there. Someone else had.

And the goblet wasn’t empty. It was,in fact, about to be used.

The boy reached down and grippedthe goblet. In it was the potion he’dcompleted, a mass of reddish-green liquidthat pooled in the glass container like adeadly slime about to be unleashed on theworld —  a description that was not so faroff the mark. He lifted the goblet andtouched it to his lips, and then tipped itback. The contents slipped past his lips,entered his mouth, and washed down histhroat and into his belly. He gave a smallshudder as the foul concoction landed

firmly in his gut and his taste buds roared

their disapproval.

Dan Cahill wiped off his mouth with

the back of his hand, a hand that was beginning to shake. He set the goblet down on the counter. He had selected the ornately carved goblet because what he had just done was a momentous act, and he had wanted to do it in style.

He had thought long and hard before doing what he had just done. But Dan ultimately had decided that this was the only way. He walked into the living room of his suite and sat down in a plush chair, his focus completely on the empty goblet, which he could just make out through the open door. He cast his mind back to the time he had spent at Columbia University, more specifically in the science lab there. That’s where, with the help of an Ekat scientist, he had manufactured this serum. Or
 
the
 
serum, rather. There was no other

one like it in the world.

It  hadn’t  been  easy.  Normally,creating the serum would require lots oftime, money, and a lab beyond even whatwas available at Columbia. But Dan had

been obsessed with producing the serum for a long time. Thus he had figured out some shortcuts in how to process it. He had always thought he might have to make the stuff while on the road. And, as it turned out, he’d been right.

He stared down at his hands. He had a reasonable idea of how long the interaction would take. Yet he was unsure

of exactly what the transformation would

be.

Will I turn into something like the Hulk? Big and green and possiblypsycho?

A sense of panic started to leach intohis brain, working its way down his spine,neuromuscular messages firing off to therest of his body like an old-timeytelegraph operator performing his dots-and-dashes SOS.

Am I in trouble? What did I just do? But what choice did I have?

Dan and his sister, Amy, had justhanded   their   arch-nemesis   the   lastelements needed to build a device that

might end the world. And that outcome had taken a large psychological toll on both of them, but especially Amy. Dan and Amy had been through a lot, but Dan had never seen his sister withdraw like she

had over the last twenty-four hours. He wasn’t even sure that she could continue

on as the leader of the Cahills. And if she

couldn’t, who could?

Maybe me. Maybe I’m it.

So really, what choice did I have?

The answer was painfully obvious.

None.

So he sat and waited for the serum tobring him the physical strength of asuperhero and the turbocharged mentalprowess of a thousand Einsteins. He couldalmost sense the power wave rushing athim. He stood and looked in a mirror

bolted to the wall. He did this not simply because   he   wanted   to   see   the

transformation as it was happening. He also wanted to do this because Dan Cahill was about to disappear forever. He wanted to see himself one last time, before   he   became   something   else

irreversibly.

There was also the other thing. Hehad no idea what the serum would reallydo to him. It might end up killing him. Only one person had ever taken the stuff,and that had been over five centuries ago. What Dan desperately wanted —  indeed,the only reason why he had gathered thenecessary ingredients and concocted theformula —  was to have the serum convey

on  him  extraordinary  powers,   both physically and intellectually, with which to fight and beat the Vespers. But they might come at an enormous cost. It might be that the human body was not built to contain such forces, at least not for long. But Dan didn’t need to be super forever. He just needed it long enough to defeat the Vespers, rescue the hostages, and save the world.

It was a short, though substantial,

bucket list.

I am willing to die for this.
 
Hemouthed the words, so he could seehimself saying them in the mirror.
 
This isthe end for me.
 
It was heady stuff for athirteen-year-old with his whole lifeahead of him.

Well, my life just got a whole lotshorter. But it’s okay. It will be worth it.

He felt noble. He felt right.

He also felt nothing happening.

He stared more closely at the mirror. Same hair, same height, same bonestructure. His skin was not turning green. He did not look the least bit psycho. Massive   muscles   were   not  platingthemselves on top of his normal ones. Hechecked his watch. Twenty minutes had

passed. And nothing. Something was wrong. Something was terribly freaking wrong. Had he not done the formula correctly? Had one of his shortcuts ruined the whole process? But he’d been
 
sooo
 
careful.

Right then she stepped from the shadows thrown by a bulky armoire set against a far corner of the room.

His sister, Amy, sixteen years old and the de facto leader of the Cahill clan, looked back at him. She was tall and pretty and unbelievably smart. And she could kick butt, too. Dan loved her. Admired her. Looked up to her. But he was also her younger brother, so it was sort of his job to make her life slightly miserable from time to time.

But Amy was a shade of her former

self. Before, she had been so resilient. She had taken blow after blow and come back

strong. But this time was different. Now Amy had crawled in a shell that seemed so thick and strong she might never be free of its embrace. Dan was surprised that she had even come out of her room.

“What’s up, Amy?” he said casually, sliding over and trying to block her view of the goblet through the opening into the bathroom. “You feeling better?”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Sorry about what?”

“For acting like a wuss. For crawling inside myself because it seemed like the Vespers had won. But I’m back now, Dan. I’m ready to take up the fight. I won’t let you and the others down like that again. This is a fight we all have to finish, and

we’re going to do it together.”

Dan couldn’t keep from smiling. This was the Amy he had been waiting for. No matter how tough things got, she always came back. But then he felt immediate

guilt and more than a little panic. He’d already taken the serum.

As though reading his mind, she quickly moved to the side and glanced at the goblet through the bathroom doorway and then at her brother. Her look was a

guilty one, yet her lips were set in a firm line. Dan sensed that she was about to

make
 
his
 
life miserable.

She said in a halting voice, “Icouldn’t let you do it, Dan. I justcouldn’t.”

It took a long moment for Dan toprocess her words. When he finally did,

he blurted out, “What did you do?”

“I found out what you were doing at Columbia. So when you were busy in your bedroom I slipped in the bathroom and substituted a puree of beets, brussels sprouts, and collard greens for the serum in the goblet. I poured the real serum down the drain,” she said, her voice sounding even guiltier. “I couldn’t let you do it. You could die.”

Dan looked aghast. “A puree of beets,  brussels  sprouts,   and  collard greens? Were you trying to poison me?”

“Oh, come on. I was pretty sure the real serum would taste bad, so I couldn’t exactly make it taste like a Dairy Queen Blizzard.”

“We’re all going to die now, thanks to you,” snapped Dan.

“No, we’re not. There’s another way.”

“There   is
 
no
 
other way,” Dan shouted, his eyes wet with tears. “I was prepared to do this, Amy. I
 
wanted
 
to do this. I was willing to die. I made the choice. Do you know how hard that was? And now, because of you, it was for nothing!”

She drew closer to him but did not reach out to him, sensing perhaps that this gesture would be unwelcome. “You are so brave, Dan. A lot braver than I am.”

“Don’t say stuff to try and make me feel better,” her brother shot back. “It won’t work.”

“I need you, Dan. I need you with me.” She pointed to the goblet. “It can do things to your mind. We both know that

once you take the serum all bets are off. You might end up doing the very opposite of what you planned. It’s just too dangerous.”

“It  was   our   only   shot.”   Dan collapsed on the couch and touched his forehead to his knees. “It was the only way, Amy,” he moaned. “And you ruined it.”

She sat next to him and put an armaround his quaking shoulders. “No, it’snot the only way. I told you, I’m back. I’mready to take on the Vespers again. But Ineed your help.”

He   glanced  up   and  eyed  hersuspiciously. “Are you telling me youreally have a plan?”

“Look.” She held up her phone. “Ijust got an e-mail from Ian and Evan.

They’ve   found   out   somethingextraordinary. In fact, it might be the verylead we need to beat the Vespers. It’s oneof the reasons why I came out of my room. It’s why I think we have a shot.”

“What is it?”

She drew a deep breath and said, “Isabel Kabra is Vesper Two.”

Dan looked dumbstruck. “Not Vesper One?”

“No, at least not yet. I think we bothknow that playing second fiddle to anyoneis not what Isabel is about. And Evan also

hacked into her private jet’s flight plans.” She paused and added dramatically, “Isabel is flying to DC.”

Dan sat up straighter. The tears were gone from his eyes and he fully focused on his sister. “Washington? Why?”

“That’s what we have to find out.

That’s why I’ve called a meeting.”

“A meeting? With who?”

There was a knock on the hotel room

door. Amy rose, checked the peephole, and   opened   it.   Atticus   and   Jake Rosenbloom were standing there. Atticus was close to Dan’s age and short. Jake was eighteen, tall, and good-looking.

“Them,” said Amy. “So are you with me, Dan?”

Dan stood up and walked toward her, his anger at his sister gone.

“I’m with you, sis. To the end.”

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