Free The Power of Six by Pittacus Lore

haven’t already. We have to stay ahead. The longer we wait, the closer they’ll get.”
    I nod. She’s right. We have to keep going.
    After a half mile the river takes a sharp turn to the right, back towards the highway, away from the hills. We stop and huddle beneath the low branches of a tall tree.
    “Now what?” Sam asks.
    “No idea,” I say. We turn in the direction in which we had just fled. The helicopter is closer now, its spotlight still sweeping back and forth across the hills.
    “We have to leave the river,” I say.
    “Yes, we do,” Six says. “He’ll find us, John. I promise.”
    We hear an eagle’s scream high in the treetops not far off. It’s too dark to see where he is, and perhaps too dark for him to see us. I don’t think twice about it, even if it will give away our position—I aim my palms towards the sky and turn my lights on, letting them shine as brightly as I can for a full half second. We wait, listening with our breaths held and heads craned. And then I hear a dog’s pant, and Bernie Kosar, changed back into a beagle, comes charging up from the riverbank. He’s out of breath but excited, his tongue falling from his mouth and his tail whipping in the air a thousand miles an hour. I bend down and pet him.
    “Good job, buddy!” I say, planting a kiss on the top of his head.
    And then it happens, a quick end to a celebration that was only just beginning.
    While I’m on bended knee, a second copter shoots up over the hill behind us, instantly hitting us with its bright spotlight.
    I bolt to my feet, blinded at once by the glaring beam.
    “Run!” Six says.
    We do, sprinting up the nearest hill. The helicopter drops down and hovers so the wind off its rotors beats against our backs and causes the trees to bow. The forest floor is a haze of debris, and I drape my arm across my mouth to breathe, keeping my eyes squinted to alleviate the stinging dirt. How long until the FBI is called?
    “Stay where you are!” a male voice blares from the copter. “You’re all under arrest.”
    We hear shouts. The officers on foot can’t be more than five hundred feet away.
    Six stops running, which causes Sam and me to do the same.
    “We’re toast!” Sam yells.
    “Okay, you bastards. We’ll do this the hard way,” Six says under her breath. She drops the bags, and for a second I think she plans to make Sam and me invisible. While I have no problem with leaving the bags behind, what does she expect me to do with the Chest? She can’t make all of us invisible and that, too.
    A brilliant stroke of lightning splits the night sky in two, followed by the deep groan of rolling thunder.
    “John!” she yells without looking away.
    “Right here.”
    “Take care of the cops. Keep them away from me.”
    Now I understand. I shove the Chest into Sam’s arms, who stands beside me, unsure of what to do. “Guard this with your life,” I tell him. “And stay down!” I turn to Bernie Kosar and communicate that he needs to stay with Sam in case our plan falls apart.
    I sprint down the hill as another bolt of lightning, chased by a clap of thunder dark and menacing in tone, flashes across the sky. Good luck, fellas, I think, knowing full well the power of Six’s abilities. You’re going to need it.
    I reach the bottom and hide behind an oak. The voices draw near, moving swiftly towards both pillars of light. Rain begins to fall, cold and heavy. I glance up through the thick drops and see both helicopters struggling against the gale-force winds, but somehow still keeping their beams steady. That won’t last for long.
    The first two officers blow past me, followed closely behind by a third. I reach out with my mind when they’re fifteen feet away, grab all three in midstride, and yank them towards the thick oak. They surge backwards so fast I have to leap out of the way to keep from being hit. Two of them fall lifelessly to the ground, knocked unconscious by the tree. The third lifts his head,