The Virtual Vandal (Volume 4) (Tom Swift Inventors' Academy, Band 4) - Softcover

Buch 4 von 8: Tom Swift Inventors' Academy

Appleton, Victor

 
9781534436398: The Virtual Vandal (Volume 4) (Tom Swift Inventors' Academy, Band 4)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 1534436391 ISBN 13: 9781534436398
Verlag: Aladdin, 2020

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Tom and his friends attend a science camp in this fourth novel in Tom Swift Inventors’ Academy—perfect for fans of The Hardy Boys or Alex Rider.

Every year, Swift Academy students go to a nearby summer camp to field-test their inventions. Tom and his friends have been working hard on all their projects, but they’re most thrilled about Noah’s new virtual reality simulation. They can’t wait for it to go live, and everyone is looking forward to running tests at the camp. Nothing dulls their excitement, not even when a mysterious prankster starts messing with people’s inventions.

But things take a nosedive when the pranks turn into vandalism. To make matters worse, clues point to Tom’s friend, Sam, as the one responsible. With Sam’s reputation and student projects on the line, it’s up to Tom and his friends to unmask the true vandal. And when Noah’s simulation enters the arena, they quickly discover they’re not the only ones meeting in virtual reality…

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Victor Appleton is the author of the classic Tom Swift books.

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Chapter 1: The Simulation Demonstration 1 The Simulation Demonstration
THE THREE OF US SLOWLY made our way up the dark steps. I led the way, followed by my friends Amy Hsu and Samantha Watson. As we stepped out onto the third floor, I aimed my flashlight into the empty corridor. I could feel my heart beating faster with anticipation.

“This is really creepy,” Amy whispered. “Cool, but creepy.”

“Why are you whispering?” Sam asked. “We’re the only ones here.”

“Because we’re creeping around the school at night,” Amy replied. “Even if it’s not really…” She trailed off as she whipped her flashlight back down the stairs. Sam and I froze, listening.

Then Amy relaxed, and we continued down the hall. “Besides—” She went back to a whisper. “Noah might be spying on us.”

“Of course he’s spying on us,” I said with a chuckle. “He worked too hard on this not to spy on us.” I glanced around. “Isn’t that right, dude?”

There was no reply.

“That would’ve been too easy, Swift,” Sam said as she led the way down the dark corridor.

Noah Newton, my best friend, had created a special scavenger hunt for us. And the setting for this hunt? Our school, the Swift Academy of Science and Technology. At night, of course.

If the name of our school sounds familiar, it’s because it was named after my father, Tom Swift Sr. He founded the academy with profits from his company, Swift Enterprises. If you think it would be cool to have all these places with your last name on them, you’d be wrong. Honestly, it just means I have to work harder to be a regular student like everyone else.

A flash of light burst through a nearby window. Soon after, the walls seemed to rattle with the deep boom of thunder.

“The thunderstorm is a nice touch,” I said to Noah, wherever he was. He still didn’t reply.

Sam stopped moving forward. “What was the clue again?”

Amy responded automatically. Having a photographic memory, she had already memorized it when she had first read it. “?‘Once on the third floor, don’t be afraid of the dark,’?” she replied. “?‘Find not the king of the jungle, but the king of the park.’?”

“Who’s the king of the park?” I asked.

“A lion is supposed to be the king of the jungle,” Sam replied. “Even though they technically don’t live in jungles.”

“What about in Mrs. Livingston’s classroom?” asked Amy. “She has a lion poster in there.”

“It’s worth a shot,” I said.

We glided down the hallway toward our biology classroom. I swung open the door and reached for the light switch. I heard the switch click but the overhead lights didn’t come on. The only light came through the windows and barely illuminated the room.

The three of us poured in and made our way to the wall behind Mrs. Livingston’s desk. Hung there was a motivational poster about courage, sporting a large lion with a thick, shaggy mane. I’m not sure if Mrs. Livingston had it up there to remind us to be courageous and ask questions, or because of her notoriously difficult exams.

“Wait a minute,” said Sam. She stopped moving. “The clue said not the king of the jungle.”

“That’s right,” I agreed, glancing around. “But who would be king of the park?”

Amy pointed to a poster on the other side of the classroom. “What about that one?”

I turned and squinted across the room. I had completely forgotten that Mrs. Livingston also had a tyrannosaurus rex poster at the back of the classroom. It wasn’t a motivational poster or anything; it was just part of a cool dinosaur display she had created. The exhibition also included a fossilized megalodon tooth, the fossilized femur of an Edmontosaurus, and a cast Mrs. Livingston made of a real dinosaur footprint (a small theropod of some kind).

“King of the park,” Sam said, excitement rising in her voice. “Like Jurassic Park.”

“Even though the T. rex really lived during the Cretaceous period,” Amy added.

“Yeah, but Cretaceous Park doesn’t have the same ring to it,” I said as I made my way toward the poster.

We all gathered around it. On it, a huge T. rex stood in the clearing of a prehistoric forest. It grinned at us, its mouth full of jagged teeth.

“The poster is exactly the same,” Amy observed. “Noah didn’t add anything to it.”

“Maybe he hid something behind it,” Sam suggested. She reached out and grabbed the bottom left corner of the poster. But when she lifted up the flap, the corner jerked itself away from her and snapped back to the wall.

“What the…,” Sam began.

Then the entire poster began to expand. We stood back as the bottom of the picture slid down the wall and onto the baseboards. The top of the poster stretched up toward the ceiling as the entire thing grew. Soon, the image of the terrifying dinosaur covered the whole wall.

“What’s going on?” asked Amy.

The dinosaur was now life-size. My heart raced as it glared down at us. Then, as if it couldn’t get any stranger than that, the T. rex moved. Just a blink of an eye at first, and then one of its two-clawed hands closed.

“Did you just see that?!” Sam asked in an entire octave above her normal speaking voice.

Before anyone could answer, one of the dinosaur’s huge feet stepped out of the poster. It scattered the fossil display and crashed down on a nearby desk. We moved back as the desk shattered.

Above us, the T. rex leaned out of the poster! Its long snout stretched and contorted as 2-D slowly became 3-D. As it loomed over us, it cocked its head and examined us with one large eye. Its mouth opened wider, long tendrils of saliva dripping down from above.

“Run!” I shouted.

The three of us bolted toward the door as the T. rex roared. I chanced a glance back to see the full-size tyrannosaurus rex on our tails, crashing through desks as it chased after us.

My heart raced faster as we ran out of the classroom and headed toward the closest stairwell. Amy and Sam shot past me as I checked behind us. There was no way that huge dinosaur would fit through the classroom door.…

Boy, was I wrong. The T. rex burst through the wall. Shattered cinderblocks and splintered wood ricocheted down the empty corridor as the creature skidded to a stop in the middle of the hallway. It sniffed and whipped its head in our direction. My blood turned to ice.

I flew down the stairs and caught up to my friends as they entered the first floor. I could hear the dinosaur barreling down the stairwell behind us. There probably wouldn’t be any steps left by the time it reached the bottom.

“Unbelievable,” Sam said as she glanced back.

We darted down the main corridor, toward the gym.

“What’s that?” Amy asked, pointing ahead.

There was a small wooden box on the floor ahead of us. It sat conspicuously in the middle of the hallway, right in front of the open gym doors. We came to a stop next to it and I lifted the lid. Several...

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Aladdin
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2020
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ISBN 13 
9781534436398
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