At school - now in its very last days - everyone knows that Trouble borrowed fifty dollars from Amber Jefferson and made off with it. Amber is very gossipy and can afford to lose fifty bucks; he chose well.
Bella hasn't heard from Trouble - or for that matter Aspret - yet.
"Good question. I'm not sure," says Trouble. "He got the job from Visser One, and that's pretty much all I know about Visser One, so maybe Visser One will come back or maybe somebody'll get promoted."
"There's a Council of Thirteen back on the home planet, and they're the big bosses. Then there's Vissers - no idea how many - the lower the number, the more important they are, and a bunch more Sub-Vissers with the same deal. The rest of them have numbers too - Aspret is Aspret 112 - but that just means they're the umptieth Yeerk born with that name."
"Well, Aspret sure wasn't. If anybody else was, she didn't hear about it or it didn't seem important."
"What, are these ones in contact with them, you mean? No. The higher-ups might be; the grunts aren't."
<Interstellar communication is expensive? No one thinks it's important? They're on radio silence for security reasons?>
"I think it's more like a hierarchy thing. You have to get a ways up the ladder before you're allowed into the fancy shit."
"...Being useful," he says at last. "Like Aspret's biochemistry, or Visser Three's Andalite host. The Yeerks want to conquer or destroy every other species they can find. The better somebody is at helping get that done, the more stuff they get."
<So it isn't, say, essential to station it exactly ten meters above the exact center of the pool, or anything. Damn.>
<Thoughts on how likely it is other Yeerks we manage to take alive will take the duck deal and not sell us out?>
"Most Yeerks wouldn't even think of taking the duck deal. Aspret was just, you know, fed up and terrified."