Evil Spy School by Stuart Gibbs (English) Hardcover Book

Description: Evil Spy School by Stuart Gibbs After getting expelled from spy school for accidentally shooting a live mortar into the principals office, thirteen-year-old Ben finds himself recruited by evil crime organization SPYDER. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In the third book in the New York Times bestselling Spy School series, Ben gets kicked out of the CIAs spy school and enrolls with the enemy. During a spy school game of Capture the Flag, twelve-year-old Ben Ripley accidentally shoots a live mortar into the principals office--and immediately gets himself expelled. Not long after going back to the boring real world, Ben gets an offer to join evil crime organization SPYDER. And he accepts. Ben can tell hes a key part of their sinister plan, but hes not quite sure what the plan is. Can Ben figure out what SPYDER is up to--and get word to the good guys without getting caught--before its too late? Author Biography Stuart Gibbs is the New York Times bestselling author of the Charlie Thorne series, FunJungle series, Moon Base Alpha series, Once Upon a Tim series, and Spy School series. He has written screenplays, worked on a whole bunch of animated films, developed TV shows, been a newspaper columnist, and researched capybaras (the worlds largest rodents). Stuart lives with his family in Los Angeles. You can learn more about what hes up to at StuartGibbs.com. Review With tongue-in-cheek humor and a gripping pace, readers whove enjoyed Gibbss previous novels will not be disappointed.-- "School Library Journal" Review Quote With tongue-in-cheek humor and a gripping pace, readers whove enjoyed Gibbss previous novels will not be disappointed. Excerpt from Book Evil Spy School HEAVY ARTILLERY Battle Zone September 3 1100 hours I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, seven enemy agents in hot pursuit. I had spent a great deal of time preparing for this moment. I had practiced self-defense. I had studied how to remain calm under pressure. I had read everything I could find on mortal combat. And so I had hoped that when the time came and I found myself in the thick of battle, I would be able to handle myself with cool, spy-like aplomb. Instead, I was screaming. Thankfully, it wasnt a girly shriek. It was more of a sustained "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Which could be roughly translated as: "Im in serious trouble. Someone please help me." Its one thing to study action sequences. Its a whole other thing to find yourself in the middle of one. I dodged through piles of dirt and debris, aware the agents were gaining on me. They were all screaming too, although this was more of a war cry. Translation: "Once we catch you, youre dead meat." I was dressed for combat, clad from head to toe in camouflage gear, but it obviously wasnt working, because the enemy could see me perfectly well. Sniper fire whistled past me. Something screeched through the air high above and exploded in the distance. Not far ahead, a foxhole came into view. To most people, it would have looked like just a big, grubby hole in the dirt, but to me, it was beautiful. I shouted into my radio headset, "Erica! Im coming in hot!" "Okay," Erica replied calmly. "Im ready." She didnt sound like she was in the heat of battle at all. Instead, she sounded bizarrely relaxed, as though she were lounging in a hammock at a beach resort. I leapt into the foxhole. It was four feet deep. Erica Hale sat inside, leaning against the dirt wall, casually leafing through a Guns & Ammo magazine despite all the chaos around her. Like me, she was wearing camouflage gear, but somehow she looked stylish in hers. Then again, Erica would have looked stylish in a potato sack. She was the most beautiful girl Id ever met, as well as the smartest, the most athletic, and the deadliest. "Theres a horde of enemy agents right behind me," I panted. "Heavily armed. They ambushed me as I was nearing the objective . . . ." "Ben, take it easy." Erica calmly tucked the magazine into her knapsack. "What are you so worked up about?" "Theyre going to be here any second!" I exclaimed. "And theyre ruthless!" "Theyre twelve years old," Erica said flatly. She had a good point. They were only twelve. And the war around us was merely a combat simulation. We were in the midst of our traditional Survival and Combat Skills Assessment exam at the CIAs Academy of Espionage. Our weapons were only paintball guns, and the battlefield was a mock-up on the academy firing range. But it felt real enough. "Some of them are pretty big twelve-year-olds," I said defensively. Their war cry was growing louder. They were almost upon us. "How many of them are there?" Erica asked. "Seven." In one fluid movement, Erica sprang to her feet and fired her paintball gun over the lip of the foxhole. Five shots, each punctuated by the yelp of someone being hit squarely by a paint-filled projectile. Erica took cover again, grinning. "Now theres only two," she informed me. If there was anyone you wanted in your foxhole, it was Erica Hale. Although she was only fifteen, she was easily the most talented spy-in-training at school. Shed practically been preparing for it since birth: Spying was her family business. Most of her ancestors had been spies, going all the way back to Nathan Hale in the Revolutionary War. Her grandfather Cyrus Hale was one of the best thered ever been, and hed taught Erica almost everything he knew. On the other hand, I came from a long line of grocers. I was only thirteen, and until seven months earlier, my entire espionage experience had consisted of watching James Bond movies. Since then, however, Id twice been involved in thwarting the plots of SPYDER, a secretive subversive organization dedicated to causing chaos and mayhem. Thus, Id seen far more action than most of my fellow students. But that didnt mean I was comfortable in the heat of battle, be it real or pretend. Today was a good example. It was our first day back at school for the fall semester, time for the annual Survival and Combat Skills Assessment. When I was inducted, it was the middle of the school year, so my SACSA had been a solo exam. But now the school administration had to assess the entire first-year class--and reassess all the returning students--at the same time. There were six grades (seventh through twelfth) with fifty kids in each. Three hundred people. Thus, the full-scale fake battle. The school had been divided into two teams: red (them) and blue (us). Each was assigned to steal a heavily guarded objective from the other side while protecting their own. It was basically an enormous, potentially painful version of capture the flag. Since it was only a game--and the kids whod been chasing me were all newbies--I probably should have been as calm as Erica, but I wasnt. I was still on edge, terrified of screwing up in front of the professors, who were watching closely from the sidelines and grading our performance. "Did you only have five paintballs in your ammo clip?" I asked Erica. "No," she replied. "I have plenty." "Then why didnt you take out all seven enemy agents?" Erica shrugged. "What fun would that be?" With a primal scream, the two remaining newbies leapt into our foxhole, guns primed, ready to paint us cherry red. One of them was staggeringly large for a boy his age. He was built like a sequoia tree. The other was a surprisingly small girl. She looked like a heavily armed elf. Thankfully, Erica took the guy. Before he could get a shot off, shed launched herself into action, sweeping his legs out from under him and wrenching his gun away. Then she dispatched him with a shot to the chest, coating his torso in blue paint. I attacked the girl. It felt a bit mean to attack an elf, but this one was aiming a gun at me. I wasnt as adept as Erica, but my fighting skills had improved at school. Before Id arrived, I wouldnt have been able to beat a small girl in a fight. Now I could. It wasnt very chivalrous, but my grade was on the line. I shoved the elfs gun aside as she fired. The paintball whizzed past me, leaving a red splotch on the side of the foxhole. Then I barreled into her, knocking her flat as I snapped the gun from her grasp. I swung it around, preparing to blast her. Only, the elf started crying. "Stop!" she wailed. "I quit!" "You quit?" I asked, thrown. "Er . . . I dont think you can do that." "I thought I could hack it here, but I was wrong," the elf sobbed. "Its too hard! I want to go home! I want my mommy!" I lowered the gun, feeling bad for how hard Id knocked her down. "Sorry. Spy schools not for everyone . . . ." "Like you?" The elfs crying suddenly stopped. The whole "I want my mommy" thing had been an act. I tried to shoot her, but she lashed out a leg, catching me behind the knee. I crashed to the ground, the gun tumbling from my grasp. The elf pounced on it and swung the barrel toward me . . . . Erica blew her away. She fired six times, coating the elf in blue, then pointed to the sidelines. "Nice try, newbie. But youre out." The elf now looked like a Smurf. A really angry one. "You got lucky this time," she sneered at me. "Next time, your girlfriend might not be around to save you." Then she stormed off toward the "morgue" on the sidelines, where her fellow paint-splattered corpses watched the battle play out. "Im not his girlfriend!" Erica yelled after her. I staggered back to my feet, brushing myself off. "Man, that girl was devious." "She was," Erica agreed. "Shell do well here." I watched the elf trudge past the reviewing stands. Professor Kuklinski, who taught advanced biochemical weaponry, appeared disappointed in her performance, while Professor Greenwald-Smith, who taught counterespionage, seemed to be giving her some words of encouragement. Next to them, Professor Crandall, who taught self-preservation, had dozed off in his chair. "You know," I said to Erica, "when normal kids go back to school, their first day is all about getting oriented and meeting their teachers. Theres no paint guns or fighting or pretending to kill one another." "Really?" Erica asked. "It must suck to be normal." I pried a clod of dirt from my ear, then scoped out the battlefield around us. "Id probably better get back in the game before I get dinged for slacking off." "Hold on," Erica said. "Howd you end up with all those newbies after you in the first place?" "Chip and Jawa set up an ambush for me. I thought I had a chance at the objective, but it was a trap." "Youre sure it was their doing?" "Definitely. I saw them sic the newbies on me." Although they were on the opposing team, Chip Schacter and Jawaharlal OShea were two of my closest friends at spy school Details ISBN1442494891 Author Stuart Gibbs Short Title EVIL SPY SCHOOL Pages 336 Publisher Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers Series Spy School Language English ISBN-10 1442494891 ISBN-13 9781442494893 Media Book Format Hardcover DEWEY FIC Birth 1969 Year 2015 Publication Date 2015-04-21 Imprint Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers Audience Children / Juvenile Audience Age 9-12 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:139291150;

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