Spy School - Nemesis [1]

14: Broken Phone Screens

The Queen Anne

Deck 3

April 27

2100 hours

I ran out of the diner as Erica's voice buzzed in my ear. "Meet me at the second-to-smallest gift shop at the plaza."

"Copy that," I replied.

"So, where are we exactly going, Ben?" Mike queried.

"The plaza," I affirmed.

Mike and Trixie both nodded. We turned a corner and almost barreled into some poor teenager looking at his phone, making him trip and cracking his phone screen.

"Sorry!" Mike yelled as ran past. I swear I could hear the kid mutter something like, "Wannabe drama queens," but I couldn't be sure. We finally made it to the plaza, and I began scanning for the correct-sized gift shop.

"Do you see the second-to-smallest gift shop?"

"There!" Trixie pointed. We barreled over as rich shoppers jumped out of our way, making our way towards the shop, Mike occasionally saying sorry as we caused more people to drop their phones. I could hear a few screams of agony as I could hear screens shattering, people moaning about finishing their Flap Jack Frenzy levels.

Suddenly, a man with a toupee that looked like a dead raccoon almost ran over us, yelling, "Great! Now those stupid hedgehoges will steal my flapjacks!" The principal's twin brother, perhaps?

The three of us finally got to the gift shop. It was a small and secluded area, pretty quiet compared to the chaos we caused outside. All three of us were pulled behind a rack sweatshirts by Erica. She grudgingly filled Mike and Trixie with what she told me on the radio, then told all of us, "Grandpa and I made a map of the ship, showing all possible locations where the new secret organization-"

"You mean SKITTLES," Trixie corrected.

"What?"

"SKITTLES," Trixie repeated. "If we talk about this in public, its probably going to look suspicious if we say 'new secret organization', right? It'll probably tip off the staff, and the 'new secret organization'. However, if we use SKITTLES, it will only look like we work for M&M or something."

"Huh." Erica mused. "Good job little sis."

Mike and I exchanged glances. Erica saying "little sis" was as likely as her announcing, "I'm going to name this unicorn Rainbow Sparkles!".

"Anyhow," Erica continued, "while you were cracking peoples' phone screens, I tried to get the map, but Dane Brammage was guarding our floor, along with a dozen others. I wouldn't be able knock them all out at once without one of them alerting somebody."

"I thought you had photographic memory?" I expressed.

Erica grumbled. "I do, yes, but I need to see the item as a whole, and I have to concentrate on memorizing it. If I'm just working on it, I'll remember as much about it as you would. That's why Trixie has to go pass the guards and get it. She's the only one of us who Dane won't recognize."

Trixie looked nervous for the first time. Erica noticed this and said, "Look, I know you're probably nervous, but you can do this. If you can find out about spies, than you are a spy. I know you, and how smart you are. I'll even give you Ben's transmitter so we can communicate." Erica held out her hand for my transmitter, and I obliged. Erica slapped the transmitter into Trixie's hand. "Good luck, not that you'll need it." Trixie left the store and left us in silence.

"So, what do you want to do while we wait?"

"I know!" Mike exclaimed. "We can play 'Would You Rather'! I'll go first. Ben, would you rather insult the principal, or fight Dane Brammage?"

"Insult the principal, anyday," I answered.

Suddenly, a malicious voice that made my spine shiver said, "Thanks for the commotion. You made it very easy to find you."

I heard Erica whirl around in surprise, then my head getting kicked, and I lost consciousness. 

*exhausted face*

I had a writing marathon.

I finished the story (see next chapters). 

don't expect many author notes.

i'm to tired to write a/n's so please excuse me

652 words.