Bella is memorizing the map of Phoenix.
She brings the hammer down on his spine, just below the neck, as hard as she can.
Trouble yelps and drops his tart. And slowly slumps forward onto the table.
"What the—the hell!"
"I'll give you two minutes to crawl out of there or I crack his skull, peel you out myself, and have a new test subject for my interesting notions of chemical warfare. They won't be pleasant minutes; feel free to get out quicker. Start morphing and I'll kill you both if I have to."
He whimpers.
Not in the way that Trouble might whimper, if confronted with Bella offering to give him two very unpleasant minutes with a hammer.
She's seen Ethan do this. She knows Trouble can take it.
She just doesn't think this is Trouble.
She brings the hammer down on his shoulder.
Other shoulder.
"nononononono," he moans. There is no evidence of the kind of faces he usually makes when someone is hitting him with a hammer.
"You have a minute and fifteen seconds and then I give him up as a lost cause, open his head like a pinata, and see how much bleach it takes to dissolve you."
"Forty-five seconds," says Bella, "I will not be satisfied until I see a slug, and how things go for that slug depends on its speed." Other elbow.
And indeed, there is something greenish-grey and slimy starting to emerge from his left ear.
When the slug has emerged, she picks it up, puts it in a mixing bowl, and fills it with water.
Only when she has done this does she slump against the counter and -
"Wh-" She chokes before she finishes the sentence. "What do the other Yeerks know? Do we have to run? Is there time to get Andi and Robin and Ethan?"
"They don't know shit," says Trouble. "They put her in me 'cause she fucked something up and Visser Three decided to make her sit through what Reggie does to me, as punishment. I'm not sure how much she knows, but she hasn't said a word to anybody."
"Her name's Aspret," he adds. "I actually kind of feel sorry for her. The only way I could think of not to spill anything to her early was to think about something really distracting, and I've got a head full of really distracting shit, and not all of it is cake recipes." He waves vaguely at the baked goods all over Bella's kitchen. "So she's been baking for like a day straight, because that's the only way she knows how to shut me up on the rest of it. I'm not even sure why she hauled it all over here, except I guess she saw in my memories that I do that a lot."
"And she didn't tell any other Yeerks - anything. She didn't say that - that you can morph, that you've met an Andalite, that you've seen Visser Three, that - anything. Is she a she? I hadn't been assuming Yeerks had genders..."
"Well, I've seen Visser Three again now. But no, nothing, she hasn't said a word. I mean, nobody's looking to her to spy on me, you know? And - I don't know, she feels like a she to me."