Marco sat against the fireplace, letting Mr. Lynch explain everything.
    It was the girl, Rogue, who cleared her throat delicately and broke the persueing silence.  "So he's not gen-active?"
    Marco couldn't help it, he laughed.
    The lady tilted her head to the side, "What's so funny, sugah?"
    Marco pushed away from the wall, moving towards the door.
    "Marco?"
    He looked at Mr. Lynch who had stood up as he moved, "Yah?"
    "What are you doing?"
    He grinned and shrugged, "I'm trying to figure out if I'm really still sane, I mean look at yourselves.  It's like I'm in a comic book or something and I know the Crayak and Ellimist.  They play 'games' and more than once me and the others have been the Ellimist's pawns.  It's pretty obvious that their's something else going on... I'm just not sure what..."
    Wolverine cracked his knuckles.  "So you're leaving?"
    "No.  I'm working.  The sooner I help you the sooner I get home."
    The man snorted, "A KID'S gonna help us."
    Marco smiled at him, "Help you?  Nah, I think I'll throw you to the wolves.  Course Cassie'd probably say that was cruelty to animals."
    "Marco."  Caitlin spoke this time, warningly.
    "What?  It's not my fault Wasp-boy hasn't got a sense of humour, is it?"
    It might have gotten worse, if there hadn't been a knock at the door.  Marco looked to Mr. Lynch who nodded before turning the knob.  Then he paled.
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    Rainmaker watched Marco's face as he suddenly backed up and a sweet voice filled the rooom.  "Why Marco dear, aren't you even going to invite your mother in?"
    Marco's face was a solid mask, a joker's mask.  "Sure I would.  If I knnew it was my Mother I was talking to and not Visser One.  So are you the Yeeri or are you the Human?"
    Rainmaker watched as a woman stepped inside the house but noted that Marco didn't back up.
    "Does it matter Marco?  We both know you'll kill me the first chance you get."
    Marco's eyes seemed to go dead.  "You know too much Visser One and I know my Mother wouldn't want to live her life inslaved.  But there's still a question that needs to be answered... Did the Crayak bring you here?"
    Rainmaker tensed as the woman laughed harshly.  "Yes he did SON, he found the idea of putting Mother against son... amusing.  As do I.  When the time comes you and I will fight, and I will win.  Till then..."  She backed out of the door still laughing and Rainmaker caught Wolverine and Grunge moving forward.
    "Let her go."
    Everyone stopped, it was hard not to at the deadness in Marco's voice.
    Despite herself Rainmaker moved forward, "Marco?"
    He looked up at her and she heard Storm, and a few others gasp.  His eyes seemed so old... lost... "Let her go.  I'll kill her when we meet next.  No one else is to do that, understand?"
    Wolverine's voice sounded slightly soft.  "Kid..."
    "She's MY Mother.  I owe it to her to do this personally.  Bad enough they got Jake's brother, they had to stage my Mother's death... Funny huh?  How you find out your Mother isn't dead... nah, she's just the head of the Yeerk invasion force... Next they'll take Dad..."  Marco's eyes flashed, his fists clenched,  "Over my dead body.  They won't get Dad or Nora.  Not while I still breath."
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    Wolverine blinked.  "Hey kid..."
    Marco looked up, then laughed, his face going back to normal.  "As I recall we were about to do a war dance Waspman.  Still up for it?"
    "Marco."  He tried agains and this time the boy shrugged floppiing into an over-stuffed chair.
    "Don't get mushy.  I see the line.  Point A to Point B.  Jake understands and Rachel understands.  You gotta do what needs to be done.  I know it, the other Animorphs know it and now I have an idea of who we're fighting... what we need to do is find out who she's allied with and then find a new place to stay."
    Wolverine had a feeling Marco would deal with his emotions after the job was done and made a deal with himself that he'd be there to help him when the time came.  "Alright."