From Animorphs #6: The Capture I was still behind the whirlpool, out of sight. I was trying to focus on morphing into tiger form for a fight. But then, two more men, dressed in uniform as guards, came plowing into the room. The first one leveled a gun. "Ax!" I shouted. "A gun!" Ax's tail flashed. "Aaaargghh!" the Controller screamed. The hand that had been holding the gun was no longer attached to the man's arm. "Get back up to the pool area! Andalites!" the second guard screamed into a walkie-talkie. Then he drew his gun. BLAM! BLAM! They told me later there was a third shot. But I didn't hear it. A sledgehammer blow struck the side of my head. A ricochet. For a brief second I clung to consciousness. But then, I swooned. I fell. Facedown in the whirlpool. Facedown in the bubbling, boiling mass of dying Yeerks. Excerpted from The Capture by K. A. Applegate All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
