Book: Just My Rotten Luck
Quotes of Book: Just My Rotten Luck
I am SAM, and this is my first mission. Wish me luck. Actually, don't bother. I'm that good. I need to move fast, but I have to be careful too.This high-tech fortress disguised as a middle school has security systems like Hershey, Pennsylvania, has chocolate. My biggest concern {and archnemesis} is Jan I. Tor. He's the half-human, half-cyborg "cleaning service" they use for "light security" around here. Yeah, right. Tor's definition of "light security" is that he only kills you once if he finds you. So I wait in super-stealthy silence while Tor hovers past my hiding spot with his motion detectors running, laser cannons loaded, and a big dust mop attachment on his robotic arm. He's cleaning that floor to within an inch of its life, but it could be me next. As soon as Tor's out of range, I slip off my tungsten gripper shoes. Believe me, once he's been through here, you do not want to leave footprints behind. That would be like leaving a business card in Sergeant Stricker's in-box. Stricker is the big cheese who runs this place, and she's all human, but just as scary as Tor. I don't want to rumble with either one of those two. So I program the shoes to self-destruct and drop them in the trash. FWOOM! The coast is clear now, and I sneak back into action. I work my way up the corridor in my spy socks, quiet as a ghost walking on cotton balls. Very, very puffy cotton balls-I'm that quiet. What I need is the perfect place to leave the package I came here to deliver. That's the mission, but I can't just do it anywhere. I have to choose wisely. Bathroom? Nah. Too echoey. Library? Nah. Only one exit, and I can't take that risk. Main lobby? Hmm… maybe so. In fact, I wish I'd thought of that on my way in. I could have saved myself one very expensive pair of tungsten gripper shoes. Once my radar-enabled Rolex watch tells me the main lobby is clear, I slide in there and get right to work. I enter the access code on my briefcase, confirm with my thumbprint, and then pop the case open. After that, it takes exactly seven seconds and one ordinary roll of masking tape to secure my package to the wall. That's it. Package delivered. Mission accomplished. Catch you next time-because there's no way you'll ever catch me. SAM out! book-quoteI am SAM, and this is my latest mission. This one's like a cross between a house of cards and a hand grenade with a missing pin. One wrong move, and-BOOM! The whole thing comes down. I've got to be in a dozen different places at just the right time, and in just the right order. Not only that, but this high-tech fortress disguised as a middle school is crawling with guards in the middle of the day. The trick is to act natural when anyone's looking, and then move like the wind when they're not. So I walk casually up the corridor, like I belong here. Deputy Marshal Stonecase passes me by and I give her a friendly {but not too friendly} nod. She has no idea I'm working undercover. That's what the street clothes and prosthetics are for. As soon as I find myself alone, I swing into action. First I check my scanners, perfectly camouflaged inside an ordinary-looking backpack. Once they give me the all clear, I continue to the gymnasium. My first stop is the so-called equipment room. I know it's a flimsy cover for Sergeant Stricker's missile silo, but I can't worry about that now. I work fast. I work carefully. I try not to think about the pair of fully armed heat-seeking missiles just under the floor. And the millisecond my package is delivered, I move on. This next maneuver is what you call a speed round. I cruise through the building like a ninja-tornado, dropping tiny subpackages of coded instructions in every empty corner I can locate. Once the inmates start finding them-and they will find them-they'll know what to do. That's it. Within twenty minutes, my mission is complete. The rest of this operation is out of my hands. So I go back to undercover mode and continue my day like none of this ever happened. In fact, none of it did. {You've got my back, right?} SAM out! book-quote
