I did as she instructed and immediately decided that despite all evidence to the contrary, Lucy was a genius.
“What about this?” I asked, picking up a small, half baton.
“Spirit stick,” Brooke said. “It also shoots blow darts. One will stun, two will paralyze.” She paused slightly. “Don’t shoot the same person three times.”
I didn’t have to ask what a third dart would do. I lookedat the potentially deadly spirit stick with new respect, but at the same time, my stomach flipped at the idea that with these weapons in my hands, I could be lethal.
Even as a last resort, I wasn’t ready for that. Putting the spirit stick gingerly aside, I took out two pairs of bobby socks.
“Grenades?” I guessed. Lucy had this thing for bobby-sock grenades.
“Yup. Put them on over your socks. If you need to launch them, they’ll tear off, but once you tear them, you only have ten seconds until detonation.”
The only thing left in the bag was a clipboard with a single piece of paper attached. Written on it were several names and addresses and what appeared to be orders for Cheer Scout cookies.
“What does this do?” I asked curiously.
“It makes us look legit,” Brooke said.
“Oh.” I was somewhat disappointed. I mean, after exploding bobby socks and throwing-star cheer pins, who wouldn’t be?
“We’ll hit up some of the other offices in Ross’s building before making our way to his. If he knows some of the other people who’ve ordered Cheer Scout cookies, any suspicions he might have about us should go way down.”
I couldn’t hear the term again without asking. “Cheer Scout cookies? Is there really such a thing as Cheer Scout cookies?”
Brooke executed an eloquent shrug and merged onto the highway. “There is now.”
As we drove closer and closer to Ross’s building and to our target, the deadly nanobots contained within, Brooke went through each step of our plan with me again and again, and I sorted through them on my own, forming a mental checklist.
Weapons? Check.
Memorized floor plan? Check.
Cover story? Check.
Plan for getting to the kitchen? Check.
Method for deactivating the security system? Hmmm.
“What kind of technology are we talking?” I was good enough to hack into almost any system on my own given enough time, but considering we’d only have a few minutes, a few technical boosters couldn’t hurt. Brooke nodded toward a central compartment and I opened it. My eyes fell on a small black box, and I smiled.
Eureka.
If I could find the security panel and it was computer-based, with any luck, I’d be able to rig the black box (also known as one of the seven wonders of the modern technological world) to scramble its signal.
“Where’s the decoy?” I asked. Brooke handed me a small, silver box. I frowned. “If we don’t know what the target looks like, how exactly were the Big Guys able to make a decoy?”
I mentally encouraged Brooke to come to the conclusion that our bosses were holding out on us more than she realized.
“We’ve got an approximation.” Brooke had an answer ready, and I wondered who had fed it to her and if she’d been in contact with our superiors since the phone call that morning. “Beyond that, it doesn’t matter. Ross may be able to tell the difference between the target and our decoy, but nobody else will, and if he’s willing to double-cross Peyton to sell his technology to the highest bidder, I seriously doubt he’ll balk at swapping a decoy in for the real thing.”
“Speaking of the evil nerdling, what’s his deal? Why aren’t we just knocking him out the second we get there and giving him something to alter his memory?”
Memory-altering drugs weren’t nearly as worthy of science fiction as nanobots that could rearrange DNA, so it seemed like a reasonable question.
“Funny you should ask,” Brooke hedged. “Phillip Ross may be a nerd, but he’s an extremely paranoid nerd with heavy security detail.”
And she was just telling me this now?
