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All your screwball behavior.”
    â€œI guess,” I said.
    â€œEven the commando squad,” Mike pointed out. “Because all these experiments must be super top secret, right? I’ll bet the Pentagon’s involved, cooking up stuff that’ll turn even guys like you into mega-warriors.”
    I should have just said yes. But I didn’t. I was growing too upset with the direction this conversation had taken. Although I was under orders to protect the secrecy of spy school, I hated that Mike thought I needed a secret formula to turn me into a warrior. When I’d defeated Trey Patterson—and SPYDER—I’d done it all by myself.
    So I asked, “You’ve suspected this the whole time I was at St. Smithen’s?”
    â€œWell, not the whole time. I thought it was just your standard dorky science school for a while. But after thecommando attack, I got a little suspicious. Why do you ask?”
    â€œBecause when I came back to our old school a few months ago, you told all those girls I was training to be a spy.”
    â€œI did?” Mike asked blankly.
    â€œYes. You told Elizabeth and Kate Grant and Chloe Appel . . .”
    â€œOh, right! I did! To impress them. I mean, I couldn’t tell them you were a human science experiment. That would have weirded them out. To be honest, I’m a little weirded out by it. You’re not radioactive or anything, are you?”
    â€œNo,” I said curtly. “So you never thought I was training to be a spy?”
    Mike burst into laughter. “You? A spy? That’s ridiculous!”
    I decided not to push the issue any further. I’d already violated a dozen secrecy protocols. And frankly, the direction of the conversation had grown even more embarrassing. “Yeah,” I said, faking some weak laughter myself. “Imagine me being a spy.”
    â€œYou’d be the worst.” Mike snickered. “If anyone gave you a gun, you’d probably shoot yourself in the foot.”
    I frowned. Not because Mike was being insulting, but because he was right. On my first day at the school artillery range, I’d almost blown off my own toes. I still didn’t like carrying a gun on a mission. Luckily for me, no one else liked me carrying a gun either.
    Mike’slaughter died down as we reached the elephant house. One of the elephants was actually braving the cold (chipped left tusk, three notches in right ear, mud all over its legs). Mike stopped to watch it. “So what’s this ski trip really about, then? Are you getting some sort of secret medication to improve your balance? Or to make you faster? Or to keep you from getting cold? That’d be pretty cool. You’d never need mittens!”
    â€œI don’t know,” I said. “They never tell us anything ahead of time.”
    â€œAny chance I could tag along?”
    â€œYou mean, to ski with us?”
    â€œYeah. And to get superpowers.”
    I looked at Mike curiously. “You mean, you think being a guinea pig would be cool?”
    â€œBetter than cool! You wiped out Trey Patterson and all his pals at school. That was amazing! Can anyone get into this program, or does everyone have to be a genius like you?”
    â€œI’m not a genius, Mike. . . .”
    â€œYes, you are. You’re like Einstein when it comes to math. And I know no one gave you some super-secret formula to make that happen.”
    I found myself smiling. The direction of the conversation had gotten much better. “I don’t know if that had anything to do with me being picked. . . .”
    â€œWell, could you put in a good word for me, at least? So I could transfer?”
    â€œYou mean, you’d want to leave regular school?”
    â€œYeah. Middle school sucks.”
    â€œBut you’re popular!”
    â€œBig whoop. It’s still middle school. It’s not like anyone’s doing any top-secret