Spy School - Nemesis [1]

17: Guava Juice

Museum of Revolution

Havana,

Cuba

April 28

900 hours

The museum was somehow empty, despite it being thirty minutes after opening time. How they got rid of everyone, I didn't want to think about.

We arrived at the top floor, in a smaller room. The main exhibit was a blood stained uniform, which didn't help my nerves at all.

There was a screen dividing the room, and there was a figure behind it, though it was only a shadow.

"Thank you, Adan, for finding them," the figure behind the screen said. The figure's voice was distorted by a voice modulator, so I couldn't tell wether they were male of female. Adan, the skater dude, nodded.

"You know, Ripley, Brezenski, Hales, I didn't make the same mistakes as SPYDER and CROATON. My organization knew both of them existed, but they didn't even hear a whisper. I have watched them both fall. In fact, you could say I left a trail of bread crumbs for you to do defeat them. You three kids had your uses, and you did too, Elizabeth. But when you came here when there wasn't a trail of breadcrumbs, you outlived your usefulness. Which is why I'm telling you all this, I suppose. You won't be around to tell anyone, and I want to watch the look of terror on your face appear."

I smiled. It was stupid, but I did, for one reason. "I don't think you'll follow through on your threat, Murray."

There was a series of shocked gasps around the room.

"The head of SKITTLES is Murray? But I thought he was a freelancer." Mike exclaimed.

"Well, as a freelancer, he could collect information for other evil threats and possible competition," I said, piecing it together.

Murray popped out of the screen. "You figured out it was called SKITTLES? How?"

We all tried to hid our chuckles, and surprise at how Trixie's guess was correct.

"Murray Hills, Jenny Lake's ex, is my boss?" Adan groused. "Of course you would come up with a crappy name like SKITTLES. Everytime I wear my Team SKITTLES shirt, people keep telling me M&M's are better."

Taking advantage of the distracted Adan and Murray, I looked around. When Murray had come outside of the screen, he knocked it over, letting me see a table. On it was a detonator (cue sarcastic yippee), a piece of paper on top of a file, and a cup of guava juice standing precariously near the edge of the table.

"Erica, what does it say on that piece of paper?" I whispered to my left.

"It appears to be a hit list," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "It looks like the Mogilevskys are on there too," she said, frowning.

I took a closer look at the detonator. It appeared to be the exact same as Joshua's in Mexico. Before I could ask Erica for confirmation, Murray turned towards me.

"Feeling proud of yourself Ben, huh? Is that all you figured out?"

"No," I began. I hoped my guess was right. "You're going to blow up Nicaragua with Joshua's missiles. In Mexico, they never actually blew up. They were still safe in Antarctica. While we were distracted with CROATON, you stole the missiles from Antartica. You're planning to frame the Mogilevskys for the explosion, and then blackmail the world, using Nicaragua as an example, to prove that you have weapons, even though you're using them all on Nicaragua."

This evicted gasps from around the room again.

Murray looked shocked for a moment, but then he covered it with a sneer. "Yeah, I never like the Moglivskys, kept thwarting my plots to throw ITGA and HAWK into a 'war'. Stupid FSA."