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Family,
Action,
Young Adult,
Schools,
kids,
Teachers,
childrens book,
junior high,
lesson plans,
no foul language,
first grade,
second grade,
third grade,
fourth grade,
fifth grade,
rainy day,
kid combat,
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spy kids
I’ve got to
get in there.
She hopped off her bike and ditched it in the
nearby bushes and shut down the remote. She quietly made her way
alongside the far end of the building and back to the front. She
had no idea how she would break into this building. In her rush,
she had forgotten any tools or gadgets. She didn’t even bring a
radio to communicate with the team. She was flying blind.
Samantha made her way to the front door and
looked over both shoulders. The coast was clear. She turned her
attention to the front door and examined it thoroughly. To her
surprise, a quick tug on the door opened it. Apparently, no one was
interested in protecting this building.
Hmm, she thought, that was lucky! She
couldn’t help smirking. She made her way in and passed an old
counter, perhaps a former drop-off area for projects that needed to
be printed. Making her way through an office and down a hallway,
she could hear muffled voices. She got as close as she could
without being discovered and hid behind a wall that used to have a
glass window pane in it. That glass was long gone after years of
neglect. Samantha popped her head up slightly and saw Jones and
Two.
“I can’t do that, Jones!” an obviously upset
Two cried out. He turned his back and walked a few steps away.
Samantha wondered what Jones had said.
Jones didn’t deal with his employee’s
disobedience lightly. He approached Two and spun him around by the
shoulder.
“You’ll do what I tell you to do,” Jones
said, poking his finger into Two’s chest.
“Yeah, but they’re just kids! You can’t do
this! I won’t be a part of it,” Two said in a less-than-confident
voice. There was an uncomfortable pause in the air as Jones thought
of his next move.
“Okay, Two. Okay, you win. We will think of
something else. Come,” Jones said as he patted his assistant on the
back and started walking toward the door. Jones decided it might be
best to drop the issue and fight this battle another day. But he
would remember this betrayal, and Two would pay.
Samantha saw the men leaving and got up to
follow them. She braced herself on the ledge of the half wall and
pulled herself up. But the wall crumpled under the pressure, and
she fell to the floor with a thud.
Jones and Two turned immediately. “What was
that?” Jones cried out.
Two ran to the fallen wall and found a young
girl sitting in its rubble, coughing. Two grabbed her arm and
ordered her up. He walked her over to Jones and released her
arm.
“Well, what do we have here?” Jones exclaimed
as he walked up to Samantha. “If the letter I received was correct,
you would be the young Jameson girl.”
Samantha stood there with an inquisitive
look. How did he know me? she wondered. Letter? He couldn’t mean
…
“I’ve read much about you,” Jones continued.
“You’re out a bit late tonight.”
“I can say the same for you,” Samantha said
in return. She was not frightened of Jones. She wasn’t frightened
by most things. She stood there and glared at Jones.
“What are you doing here?” Jones asked.
Samantha didn’t even bother to answer. Her eyes rolled up to the
ceiling, and she didn’t even acknowledge Jones. He chuckled.
“Not talking, eh? I wonder if that’s because
you have something to hide. Like, let’s say, a secret
organization?”
Samantha turned her face away from Jones.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I
was out riding my bike, and it got a flat. I saw you two men in
here and was going to ask you for help,” she said as she turned
toward Jones. The two exchanged a look, and Samantha continued.
“Nothing more.”
Jones continued laughing. “You don’t expect
me to believe that, do you?”
Samantha knew that Jones would never buy such
a tale, but she also knew she wasn’t going to tell him a thing. It
didn’t matter. Jones knew the girl had to be part of Kid Combat’s
little group, and he decided to show his hand.
“No, I think you are hiding something.
Dean Wesley Smith, Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Martin A. Lee, Bruce Shlain