Spy School Secret Service by Stuart Gibbs (English) Paperback Book

Description: Spy School Secret Service by Stuart Gibbs Thirteen-year-old Ben Ripley is assigned to protect the president from an assassination attempt in his first solo mission, but he may be in over his head. Original. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In the fifth book in the New York Times bestselling Spy School series, Ben goes undercover in the White House to take on a SPYDER operative determined to assassinate the president. Thirteen-year-old Ben Ripley has had a lot of field success despite only just beginning his second year at Spy School, something even graduates rarely experience. But hed never have survived without the help from experienced agents and his friends. Now hes been called in on a solo mission--and the fate of the United States of America is on his shoulders alone. The mission: Prevent a presidential assassination by infiltrating the White House and locating the enemy operative. And when everything goes wrong, Ben must rely on his spy school friends to save his reputation...but even friends can double-cross or be swayed to the enemys side. 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 "This is espionage well worth uncovering."-- "Kirkus Reviews" Review Quote "This is espionage well worth uncovering." Excerpt from Book Spy School Secret Service RESURGENCE Vandenberg Library Nathan Hale Building CIA Academy of Espionage February 10 1500 hours "SPYDER is back!" Zoe Zibbells exclamation rang out through the spy school library. In her excitement, Zoe had spoken a bit too loudly--and since we were in the library, it was quieter than any other place on campus. The cavernous room was four stories tall, ringed by three mezzanines on which thousands of books were shelved. Zoes words seemed to echo off every last one of them: "SPYDER is back . . . SPYDER is back . . . SPYDER is back. . . ." Zoe winced, realizing her announcement had been a lot more public than shed intended. Then she quickly sat down at the table where she had just interrupted my homework. The library was far more crowded than usual. On most afternoons, my fellow students and I would have probably been studying in the school dormitory, but on that day the freshmen had their first homework assignment in Introduction to Explosives: Each was assigned to defuse a small bomb. The bombs werent supposed to be strong enough to level a building, but where explosives were concerned, things could always go wrong, so it made sense to play it safe and steer clear of the dorm. More than a hundred students, ranging from second to seventh years, were hunched over tables throughout the library. They all tried to act like they werent interested in Zoe, as wed learned in Intermediate Clandestine Observation: Seeing Without Being Seen, but I could tell they were desperate to hear more. Until recently, SPYDERs existence had been extremely classified: Only a few highly ranked people at the CIA had known about the evil organization. But in the past year, SPYDER had caused some major trouble, like trying to blow up the very building I sat in, attacking a busload of students near the schools wilderness training facility, and attempting to destroy a large portion of Manhattan. After that there was no hope of keeping SPYDER confidential at the Academy of Espionage. Everyone there was training to be a spy; it was their job to know things. Almost all of them had sussed out the truth by now. I made no attempt to hide my own interest in Zoes news. SPYDER had attempted to recruit me twice--and then tried to kill me when Id refused--so I had a vested interest in knowing what they were up to. I looked up from my cryptography homework and asked, "How do you know?" Zoe slid into a seat across the table from me and whispered, "Chameleon and I overheard. We were doing our eavesdropping project for Advanced Covert Ops, and we figured the higher-placed our target, the better our grade would be. So we went after the Idiot." Zoe was into nicknames. Chameleon was Warren Reeves, who excelled at camouflage (but was lacking in most other spy skills). The Idiot was our school principal, who was an idiot. A big one. "And you pulled it off?" I asked. "Yeah." Despite her worried state, Zoe flashed a proud smile. "We slipped two X-class wireless transmission bugs into his office last night." "His office?" I repeated, impressed. The principal wasnt an easy target. True, he wasnt a very intelligent person--his job was basically to handle paperwork and administrative issues that no one else wanted to--but the CIA knew he wasnt intelligent, so he had far more security around him than a capable person would have required. His office was on the top floor of the building we were in, five floors above us, and entry to it was protected by an advanced network of cameras and armed guards. "Howd you get past all the security?" "I distracted the guards while Chameleon did the infiltration." "And he did it without any problems?" "Why do you sound so surprised?" "Because Warrens a lousy spy. The last time he tried to infiltrate a room, he got stuck in the air vent. We had to call the fire department to get him out." Zoe frowned. "Chameleons been working hard to improve his skills lately." "That doesnt mean theyve actually gotten better." "Yes, they have," snapped a nasal voice behind me. I wheeled around to find Warren standing three feet away. Although if he hadnt spoken, I might not have noticed him. His camouflage was even better than usual. He was wearing a set of clothes and face paint that exactly matched the ancient oak furniture of the Hale Building, allowing him to blend in perfectly at the end of a row of shelves. I wasnt the only one whod failed to notice him. Most of the nearby students were caught by surprise as well. A fourth-year girl whod been pretending to browse the books behind us while furtively listening to our conversation was so startled by Warrens sudden appearance that she yelped in fear and dropped a heavy volume of Caldwells Pictorial Guide to Poisons and Antidotes on her foot. Warren sat down beside me, gloating smugly. This was disconcerting, as hed done such a good job with the face paint that he didnt really look human. Instead, it was like sitting next to an extremely obnoxious ventriloquists dummy. "Youre no better a spy than I am," he declared. "The only reason youve had all these missions is that youve just been lucky enough to have SPYDER attack you." "I wouldnt exactly consider that lucky," I said. "Whatever. The point is, if Id been there, I could have saved the day instead of you." "Chameleon, you were there," Zoe pointed out. "And you didnt save the day. In fact, you nearly killed Ben by accident. Twice." Warren recoiled like a puppy whod been caught piddling on the carpet, the way he always did when Zoe hurt his feelings. While Zoe was developing into a very good spy, she somehow remained completely oblivious to the fact that Warren had a massive crush on her. "Hold on," I said to Zoe. "Did you say you infiltrated the principals office last night?" "Thats right," Zoe replied. I looked back at Warren. "Then why are you still camouflaged?" "The paint wont wash off," Warren said morosely. He looked as though he might have turned red if he hadnt been painted brown. "I couldnt get the perfect oaken tone with standard face paint, so I had to use wood stain instead. Now I cant remove it." Zoe snickered despite herself. "Its not funny!" Warren whined. "Today in self-defense class, Professor Simon mistook me for a table and set a book on my head." Zoe laughed even harder. "Were getting off track," I reminded her. "Whatd you hear in the principals office?" "Oh, right." Zoe returned her attention to me while Warren sulked. "Weve been monitoring the bugs ever since we placed them last night, but we didnt pick up any intel until just now." "Was the principal out of the office all day?" I asked. "No, hes been in since oh-nine-hundred," Zoe reported. "He just hasnt been doing anything important. He spent most of the day filling out ammunition-request forms and playing games on his smartphone. And it took him an hour to decide what to order for lunch. But then, about thirty minutes ago, he got a phone call about SPYDER." "From who?" I asked. "I dont know," Zoe admitted. "We didnt tap the phone. We only bugged the room, so we could only hear the Idiots side of the conversation." "What did he say?" Zoe glanced around the library before answering. All the other students whod been eavesdropping made a show of pretending to read their textbooks. Zoe removed her cell phone from the pocket of her jacket and slid it across the table to me. A set of earphones was wound around it. I stuck the buds in my ears. Warren gave me a jealous look, as if I were the luckiest guy on earth because I might have come into contact with some of Zoes earwax. Zoes phone was already cued up to the proper audio file. I pressed play. The file began with the principal muttering what sounded like nonsense. "Stupid hedgehogs!" he yelled. "Stop stealing my flapjacks!" I looked to Zoe, intrigued. "Is this some sort of top secret code?" "No," Zoe replied. "Its about the game hes playing on his phone." "Its called Flapjack Frenzy," Warren explained. "You try to make as many pancakes as possible and these hedgehogs try to steal them. So you have to fight them off by shooting them with maple syrup. . . ." "The rules of the game really arent important right now," Zoe told him. Warren frowned sullenly. On the recording, the principals phone rang. He let it ring ten more times while he apparently tried to finish the level of the game, before finally giving in and answering. "This is the principal," he said curtly. "This had better be important. Im in the midst of something very serious." Then he gasped in surprise and asked, "SPYDER? Really? How do you know?" This was followed by a period during which the principal was obviously listening to a lot of information that the person on the other end of the phone line was giving him. For the most part, it seemed he was trying to sound interested, saying things like "Hmmm" and "Fascinating" and "Wow," although I Details ISBN1481477838 Author Stuart Gibbs Short Title SPY SCHOOL SECRET SERVICE Pages 368 Publisher Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers Series Spy School Language English ISBN-10 1481477838 ISBN-13 9781481477833 Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2018 Publication Date 2018-10-02 Audience Age 8-12 Imprint Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers Audience Children / Juvenile 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:119116683;

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