Flashback ( PDFDrive )

searched the facility. But the Black Swan had scoured every nook and
cranny, and there’d been no sign of it.
No sign of anything, except broken mirrors and empty halls and the
last remaining gorgodon—the hybridized creature Keefe’s mom had
created to be her guard beast. It was huge and ugly, with giant claws
and fangs and a scorpion-like tail—and it could fly, breathe
underwater, and climb walls. So caring for it was an adventure—even
with it being kept in a very secure, very isolated pasture.
And yet, somehow the deadly behemoth was the least of their
problems.
“I’m with you, Foster,” Keefe said, gesturing to her frown. “It’s
like . . . could we fail any harder?”
“Hey—we’ve done some things,” she argued. “We saved Atlantis.
And we caught Fintan and Alvar. And Mr. Forkle killed Brant. And we
have the key to your mom’s Archetype—and even figured out the trick
to piece it together. And . . .”
Wow.
Was that really all they’d done?
There had to be more. . . .
“I know we’ve done stuff, Foster. But it’s not even close to enough.
And the scariest part is how little we know. I mean . . . I can’t even tell
you if I’ve gotten back all the memories my mom erased. Meanwhile
they know everything about us: where we live, where we go to school,
what our abilities are, who our friends and family are, how to find us—
do you need me to keep going? Because we both know I can.”
“No . . . I get it,” she mumbled, wishing she could come up with a
single argument against what he was saying.