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Buch 3 von 14: Spy School

Gibbs, Stuart

 
9781442494909: Evil Spy School
Softcover
ISBN 10: 1442494905 ISBN 13: 9781442494909
Verlag: S&S Books for Young Readers, 2016

Inhaltsangabe

In the third book in the New York Times bestselling Spy School series, Ben gets kicked out of the CIA’s spy school and enrolls with the enemy.

During a spy school game of Capture the Flag, twelve-year-old Ben Ripley accidentally shoots a live mortar into the principal’s office—and immediately gets himself expelled. Not long after going back to the boring real world, Ben gets an offer to join evil crime organization SPYDER. And he accepts.

Ben can tell he’s a key part of their sinister plan, but he’s not quite sure what the plan is. Can Ben figure out what SPYDER is up to—and get word to the good guys without getting caught—before it’s too late?

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Stuart Gibbs is the author of five New York Times bestselling series: Spy School, FunJungle, Moon Base Alpha, Charlie Thorne, and Once Upon a Tim—as well as the new nonfiction series Spy School Secret Files. He has written screenplays, worked on a whole bunch of animated films, developed TV shows, been a newspaper columnist, and researched capybaras. Stuart lives with his family in Los Angeles. You can learn more about what he’s up to at StuartGibbs.com.

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Chapter 1: Heavy Artillery

1 HEAVY ARTILLERY
Battle Zone

September 3

1100 hours

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, seven enemy agents in hot pursuit.

I had spent a great deal of time preparing for this moment. I had practiced self-defense. I had studied how to remain calm under pressure. I had read everything I could find on mortal combat. And so I had hoped that when the time came and I found myself in the thick of battle, I would be able to handle myself with cool, spy-like aplomb.

Instead, I was screaming.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a girly shriek. It was more of a sustained “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Which could be roughly translated as: “I’m in serious trouble. Someone please help me.”

It’s one thing to study action sequences. It’s a whole other thing to find yourself in the middle of one.

I dodged through piles of dirt and debris, aware the agents were gaining on me. They were all screaming too, although this was more of a war cry. Translation: “Once we catch you, you’re dead meat.” I was dressed for combat, clad from head to toe in camouflage gear, but it obviously wasn’t working, because the enemy could see me perfectly well. Sniper fire whistled past me. Something screeched through the air high above and exploded in the distance.

Not far ahead, a foxhole came into view. To most people, it would have looked like just a big, grubby hole in the dirt, but to me, it was beautiful.

I shouted into my radio headset, “Erica! I’m coming in hot!”

“Okay,” Erica replied calmly. “I’m ready.” She didn’t sound like she was in the heat of battle at all. Instead, she sounded bizarrely relaxed, as though she were lounging in a hammock at a beach resort.

I leapt into the foxhole. It was four feet deep. Erica Hale sat inside, leaning against the dirt wall, casually leafing through a Guns & Ammo magazine despite all the chaos around her. Like me, she was wearing camouflage gear, but somehow she looked stylish in hers. Then again, Erica would have looked stylish in a potato sack. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever met, as well as the smartest, the most athletic, and the deadliest.

“There’s a horde of enemy agents right behind me,” I panted. “Heavily armed. They ambushed me as I was nearing the objective.…”

“Ben, take it easy.” Erica calmly tucked the magazine into her knapsack. “What are you so worked up about?”

“They’re going to be here any second!” I exclaimed. “And they’re ruthless!”

“They’re twelve years old,” Erica said flatly.

She had a good point. They were only twelve. And the war around us was merely a combat simulation. We were in the midst of our traditional Survival and Combat Skills Assessment exam at the CIA’s Academy of Espionage. Our weapons were only paintball guns, and the battlefield was a mock-up on the academy firing range. But it felt real enough.

“Some of them are pretty big twelve-year-olds,” I said defensively.

Their war cry was growing louder. They were almost upon us.

“How many of them are there?” Erica asked.

“Seven.”

In one fluid movement, Erica sprang to her feet and fired her paintball gun over the lip of the foxhole. Five shots, each punctuated by the yelp of someone being hit squarely by a paint-filled projectile.

Erica took cover again, grinning. “Now there’s only two,” she informed me.

If there was anyone you wanted in your foxhole, it was Erica Hale. Although she was only fifteen, she was easily the most talented spy-in-training at school. She’d practically been preparing for it since birth: Spying was her family business. Most of her ancestors had been spies, going all the way back to Nathan Hale in the Revolutionary War. Her grandfather Cyrus Hale was one of the best there’d ever been, and he’d taught Erica almost everything he knew.

On the other hand, I came from a long line of grocers. I was only thirteen, and until seven months earlier, my entire espionage experience had consisted of watching James Bond movies. Since then, however, I’d twice been involved in thwarting the plots of SPYDER, a secretive subversive organization dedicated to causing chaos and mayhem. Thus, I’d seen far more action than most of my fellow students. But that didn’t mean I was comfortable in the heat of battle, be it real or pretend.

Today was a good example. It was our first day back at school for the fall semester, time for the annual Survival and Combat Skills Assessment. When I was inducted, it was the middle of the school year, so my SACSA had been a solo exam. But now the school administration had to assess the entire first-year class—and reassess all the returning students—at the same time. There were six grades (seventh through twelfth) with fifty kids in each. Three hundred people. Thus, the full-scale fake battle. The school had been divided into two teams: red (them) and blue (us). Each was assigned to steal a heavily guarded objective from the other side while protecting their own. It was basically an enormous, potentially painful version of capture the flag. Since it was only a game—and the kids who’d been chasing me were all newbies—I probably should have been as calm as Erica, but I wasn’t. I was still on edge, terrified of screwing up in front of the professors, who were watching closely from the sidelines and grading our performance.

“Did you only have five paintballs in your ammo clip?” I asked Erica.

“No,” she replied. “I have plenty.”

“Then why didn’t you take out all seven enemy agents?”

Erica shrugged. “What fun would that be?”

With a primal scream, the two remaining newbies leapt into our foxhole, guns primed, ready to paint us cherry red. One of them was staggeringly large for a boy his age. He was built like a sequoia tree. The other was a surprisingly small girl. She looked like a heavily armed elf.

Thankfully, Erica took the guy. Before he could get a shot off, she’d launched herself into action, sweeping his legs out from under him and wrenching his gun away. Then she dispatched him with a shot to the chest, coating his torso in blue paint.

I attacked the girl. It felt a bit mean to attack an elf, but this one was aiming a gun at me. I wasn’t as adept as Erica, but my fighting skills had improved at school. Before I’d arrived, I wouldn’t have been able to beat a small girl in a fight. Now I could. It wasn’t very chivalrous, but my grade was on the line. I shoved the elf’s gun aside as she fired. The paintball whizzed past me, leaving a red splotch on the side of the foxhole. Then I barreled into her, knocking her flat as I snapped the gun from her grasp. I swung it around, preparing to blast her.

Only, the elf started crying. “Stop!” she wailed. “I quit!”

“You quit?” I asked, thrown. “Er… I don’t think you can do that.”

“I thought I could hack it here, but I was wrong,” the elf sobbed. “It’s too hard! I want to go home! I want my mommy!”

I lowered the gun,...

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Verlag
S&S Books for Young Readers
Erscheinungsdatum
2016
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1442494905
ISBN 13 
9781442494909
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Anzahl der Seiten
354
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