Parker and The Super Secret Spy School

Chapter Nine: Dynamite

After an hour of searching and staking places out we were no closer to finding the bomb then when we had first entered the stadium.

"Shit," Cody said through the line "this blows."

"Hey now," I warned, "don't use such explosive language."

Andrew smacked me lightly upside the head as we hid in an alcove beside a food counter.

"This is serious," he whispered. "We don't have much longer to find this thing and disarm it."

Cody and I both grumbled our apologies.

"Now, give me an update on your searches," Andrew demanded.

Hanna and Harry were pretty sure the bomb was no where in the stands. If it were they had guessed it would be one of the popcorn or drink sellers, trying to hide it in their boxes.

"But we've checked them all out, moved seats and called them all near and. Nothing," Hanna sighed.

"Carry on," Andrew said, "don't let your guards down yet. Try and listen for any suspicious conversations."

Cody and Payton had struck out. After searching multiple bathrooms and even the locker rooms they'd come up empty. Payton decided that they should sneak into the WAGS room, where the players wives and girlfriends watched the game from.

"Be careful not to get caught," Andrew warned, "its highly likely someone will notice how out of place you are there."

"Oh please, I'll just claim I'm the bastard child of one of the players. Should cause quite a scandal," Payton replied.

"No! Low profile," Andrew said.

Payton sighed but I new she would follow orders. She was always the one to stick to the rules during training.

I tried to think of other options. Where else could a bomb be. It was snuck in after the stadium had opened. Hundreds of workers were in and out preparing the field and stadium for the game. Lots of ball players entered with large duffel bags. Maybe...

Andrew and I began walking again. I bumped into a random dude and lifted his smart phone off him easily.

"What're you doing?" Andrew hissed.

"Research. Shhhh."

"You just stole that guys phone!"

I looked up quickly and rolled my eyes at Andrew before returning to my frantic typing.

"Oh please, did you see how that guy was dressed. The watch he was wearing? The shoes? He can easily afford a replacement."

Andrew didn't reply but I knew what he was thinking. That doesn't make it right, Parker.

"I think the bomb is hidden in the home teams dugout."

I pulled up the article about the Yankees newest player, a third baseman who had yet to play a single game. His name was Gil Stevens, he had gotten into a lot of trouble in his youth, gang violence and drugs. But his senior year of high school he sobered up and got a baseball scholarship. From there he was recruited into the minor leagues, and had been switching around teams in the majors until he landed himself with the Yankees.

"Why do you think this Stevens guy is the culprit?" Cody radioed.

The Yankees were planning on trading Stevens again. They had only recruited him to save money in order to seal the deal with their new star pitcher. Stevens only ever wanted to play for the Yankees. It was all he ever dreamed about. His story was all laid out on the phone screen in front of me. He sounded extremely bitter in his last interview, taken about a week ago.

On social media, a small YouTube account with few followers, Stevens even threatened to blow up the field if the Yankees dared to think about trading him.

"So um," Hanna said, "this is all a crazy revenge plot for some guy who believes he's been wronged because he sucks at his job?"

"How did Journeys even gather the information about this?" Payton asked.

"Mr Hunter works in mysterious ways," Andrew replied.

Now we just had to figure out how to get into the dugout and disarm the bomb without drawing to much attention to ourselves.

"Okay, Andrew, I think I have a plan," I said.

***

Payton stood on top of the dugout dressed as a dancer. She had a baseball hat with the bill angled down to cover and shade her face.

Harry was up in the sound booth after he sweet talked his way in with some super lame story about being apart of an internship program.

Cody and Hanna were staked out across the stadium at the opposite dugout. Hanna armed with her binocular glasses monitored the players movement inside the Yankees dugout while Cody fended off security with smooth talking and trying to explain how they had lost their tickets.

Andrew and I stood off to the side of Payton. We were waiting for Harry to hit the music and Payton to dance her little heart out to distract the players. We would then jump the fence, dip into the dugout, and disarm the bomb. All while hopefully being able to stay under the radar.

We were totally not going to stay under the radar.

At the end of the seventh inning Harry started up Payton's music. As she began to dance all the players in the dugout ran out to the field for the seventh inning stretch.

"I uh. I forgot that part," I whispered to Andrew.

He just rolled his eyes and nodded for us to go ahead with the plan.

"Okay guys," Hanna murmured. "Stevens was sitting on the far side. Well away from the coach's box."

Ten four. From there it was easy to find his bag and the bomb within.

"Hey! What're you kids doing in here?" Demanded a husky voice.

"Handle this," Andrew ordered and pushed the bag towards me. "I'll handle him."

You're kidding me. You're actually kidding me. I thought as I stared at the bomb. It had no timer. It just seemed to be a bunch of explosives rigged to a remote with the detonator just. Resting on top.

Stevens is stupid as hell.

I pocketed the detonator and pulled out a hidden knife from my shoe. With ease and simplicity the explosives were no longer able to explode.

"Yo Andrew, let's split," I said as I threw the bag over my shoulder.

The coach tried to demand what in the hell were we doing/thinking. But I just shook my head and jumped back over the fence.

"Call Mr Hunter. Tell him who the bomber was," Andrew said. "Everybody, meet at the extraction point. Mission accomplished."