I understood we were keeping Mithras off balance, and buying time, by doing this. But to me it just seemed like a lot of extra work with very little upside. After having been around Blankenship a few times now, I thought the time for deceit and trickery long was past. My gut said go in, take the stupid Firehorn, the Idol of Fury we’ d recovered in Hawaii, The Book of Seraphim (as soon as we stole it back from whoever stole it from us) and any of the other stuff we could get our hands on and have a giant bonfire and burn them all to a crisp. Or smash them to bits with a sledge hammer. Say sayonara to your plans for world domination, Blankenship. Time for a new hobby. Try stamp collecting, you fruitcake.
Mr. Kim saw it differently. He felt such ancient and historically important artifacts should not be destroyed. It was Simon who sought to use them for “ evil purposes” and he must be stopped. The items themselves were not evil it was Simon who was at fault. When it was safe these relics could be placed in museums and studied for their historical significance.
Well sure. That could happen. Although unless Blankenship was dead he wasn’ t going to give up any time soon, or, well… ever. Who knows how many people could be hurt in his quest for these ridiculous things. Mr. Kim and I tend to see matters somewhat differently.
Anyway, that was what we’ d been up to. We were meeting in the Top Floor every night and practicing our plan to get the Firehorn. We were focused and determined and when I was in the throes of this training I really didn’ t think too much about Rinteau and the fact that we were ‘ up to something.’
Until he discovered our secret.
Chapter Ten— Uh Oh.
It wasn’ t like we completely forgot about it. I mean after the day in the cafeteria, we’ d told Mr. Kim what had happened. How Rinteau picked up on the fact we ‘ disappeared’ all the time. He told us not to worry. He would come up with something that would keep Mr. Rinteau occupied, but for us to make doubly sure that we were careful in our movements. To be sure no one saw us moving clandestinely around the school. To be even more careful acting ‘ more normal.’ More normal. Sure, no problem. Acting normal is super easy for me. I do it all the time, what with the walking through force fields, the hand lighting up and the weird dreams.
Students might be used to seeing seniors entering and exiting the Top Floor wing, but if they were to spot us underclassmen moving about there, it might raise suspicions, he said. Being an agent meant concentration on ‘ your cover’ and it had to become second nature.
So we were careful. Alex and Brent made sure they split up when they left their rooms. They doubled back on themselves. Sometimes they took the long way around to the entrance, keeping watch for Rinteau to make sure he wasn’ t spying on them. Pilar and I did the same thing but it was really the boys we needed to worry about since his room was just down the hall from theirs. Rinteau never mentioned it again so it felt like he had forgotten it.
Our mistake. Mistakes actually. Because he didn’ t catch us going into Top Floor. Like me, when he became suspicious about Top Floor he would have asked other students about it and learned what I did. It was a section of the school with special classes for seniors on advance study curriculums. And since we were positive he never saw us going to or from the Top Floor, he wouldn’ t be curious.
But he didn’ t catch us there. He caught us in THE BIG SECRET SPY ROOM THAT’ S HIDDEN UNDER THE SCHOOL AND ACCESSIBLE ONLY BY SECRET PASSAGE FROM MR. KIM’ S OFFICE. And like usual, it was my fault.
While we’ d been training on Top Floor, we occasionally needed to be in Mr. Kim’ s lair to use some of the equipment there. Mr. Kim could pull up satellite images of the Devereaux estate and he had schematics and architectural plans of the buildings. We needed to study those so we could familiarize ourselves with the layout. And that’ s how it happened.
After Tae Kwon Do one night, we were on our way down to THE BIG SECRET SPY ROOM THAT’ S HIDDEN UNDER THE SCHOOL AND ACCESSIBLE ONLY BY SECRET PASSAGE FROM MR. KIM’ S OFFICE from Top Floor. While the others went on ahead, I needed to stop off at my room first.
The plain truth is that all of this extra training was making me hungry. I had squirreled away a couple of Mrs. Clausen’ s oatmeal butterscotch cookies in my desk drawer and was famished. I intended to hit my room, wolf down the cookies and meet the gang in the lair. Because I wasn’ t paying attention, it all fell apart. All because of those cookies; those deliciously creamy, chewy, sweet and melt-in-your-mouth cookies. I mean they are sooo good.
I trotted to my room and Rinteau must have spotted me coming from the girl’ s wing. And since I wasn’ t headed back to Top Floor, I really didn’ t think about him lurking about. The section of the school by Mr. Kim’ s office was usually deserted in the evening. It was all offices and conference rooms and there were hardly ever any students about. The only thing you had to worry about was making sure Mrs. Marquardt didn’ t spot you.
I barreled on down the hallway from the girl’ s wing with nary a care in the world. Marveling at how such disparate flavors like oatmeal and butterscotch could be mixed together with such a delightful outcome. Who thinks up these things?
The main corridor of the school was empty as I followed it down to the hall leading to Mr. Kim’ s office. I peeked around the corner. Still empty, so I hustled down to Mr. Kim’ s office. Mrs. Marquardt’ s door was closed and all seemed quiet.
In Mr. Kim’ s office, I moved the little picture frame and the bookcase swung out from the wall and just as I was about to step through, there was a knock on the door.
“ Hello, Mr. Kim? It’ s Michael Rinteau, may I come in?” He asked?
I panicked. The bookshelf closes automatically fifteen seconds after it’ s opened and before I could make up my mind it made its hissing sound and swung shut. Okay that’ s good. Couldn’ t let him spot the secret stairway. But then how would I explain being in Mr. Kim’ s office alone?
I had the idea to just wait in the office and hope he went away. But what if he opened the door and saw me here? What if he came back and started snooping around. I needed a plan quickly.
With no more time, I opened the door.
“ Oh,” I said. “ What are you doing here?”
Rinteau took a step back. I stood in the doorway.
He looked over my shoulder at the empty office.
“ I was going to ask you the same thing,” he said.
“ I’ m waiting for Mr. Kim, we’ re supposed to meet but he’ s not here.”
“ Meet for what?”
“ A meeting,” I said, little beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
“ What kind of meeting,” he said, not giving up.
“ If you must know, I’ m having a little trouble in my Crim class. He wanted to talk to me about it,” I said. You are so cute I thought to myself, but please go away now.
“ You don’ t seem the type to have trouble in classes,” he looked at me suspiciously. What was up with this guy? Me not have trouble in class? Obviously not as smart as he thinks. Time for Rachel to go on offense.
“ What are you doing down here anyway?” I asked, trying to sound stern.
“ I saw you coming out of the girl’ s wing. You looked like you were on a secret mission or something so I followed you,” he said.
“ You followed me! What the heck is wrong with you? What business of it is yours where I go or what I’ m doing?” I forgot for a moment how cute he was because I don’ t like being followed.
My indignant tone just seemed to crack him up. He just wasn’ t taking me seriously. At all.
“ You have no right to intrude in my business like that,” I said.
“ Really? Because I was getting this vibe from you that you liked me knowing your business,” he said and he smile-smirked again. Smilirked. It was a new word I’ d just invented. I could literally feel the blood move from every part of my body and rush directly to my cheeks where it seemed to want to take up permanent residence. I could not be any redder if someone had doused me in gasoline and tos
sed a match.
And I had a vibe?
“ You know all that living in a mall and getting beaten up by gang members every day didn’ t seem to damage your self-esteem any. You have a remarkably high opinion of yourself,” I said, still feeling hot in the face. Was I remembering to breathe? Because it felt like hours since I’ d gotten any oxygen
“ We were talking about your opinion of me,” he said.
“ I don’ t have an opinion of you,” I said.
“ Really?” Rinteau said. When he said it, he stepped in closer to me and locked onto my eyes. Mr. Kim certainly does keep his office thermostat on a high setting.
I stepped back, still feeling like I wasn’ t getting enough air. And when I stepped back, he moved in closer.
“ I mean, I have an opinion, and it’ s a good one… I don’ t mean good in a bad sense… or the way that you think, or I think you think… I mean that you’ re a nice guy and everything and very so nice about things… but I don’ t… not what you’ re thinking is my opinion… not at all.” If only he would leave. Then I could go downstairs, take one of Mr. Kim’ s martial arts swords off the wall and throw myself on it.
The smilirk never left his face.
“ You want to tell me what you’ re really up to?” he asked.
I had a horrible, horrible thought. I’ d been gone from the group for probably fifteen minutes now. What if one of them came up the stairs looking for me? They would walk right into Rinteau. Mr. Kim was a stickler about tardiness. It wouldn’ t be unlike him to send someone up to look for me. I needed to get rid of him.
I looked at my watch and when I did, I quickly pressed one of the small buttons on the side of it. That would open the microphone and the others should be able to hear me.
“ Wow Michael, Mr. Kim isn’ t usually late like this,” I said. “ Maybe he forgot our appointment or had an emergency or something. Guess I better head back to my room.” After I said it, I realized I had practically shouted, hoping the microphone would pick up my voice. Rinteau looked at me with a curious expression.
I squeezed by him into the hallway and pulled the door shut.
“ You know if Mrs. Marquardt catches you down here, you’ ll get in a lot of trouble,” I said, starting back down the corridor like I was heading back to my room.
“ That old biddy? She doesn’ t scare me,” he said. I guess in relation to your average gang banger Mrs. Marquardt probably wasn’ t that scary. But she totally weirded me out.
“ You think Mr. Kim ‘ forgot’ your appointment, eh?” he said.
“ Sure. He’ s a busy man. It’ s a big job running a school like this. All kinds of unexpected things can pop up.”
Rinteau snorted like he didn’ t believe a word I was saying.
I picked up my pace wanting to be rid of him, perfect teeth or no. I couldn’ t think of anything to say that wouldn’ t make him more suspicious. It was dang hard for someone like me to keep all of these blasted secrets. Usually I just blurt everything out. Undoubtedly this would someday be my downfall in the world of espionage and international intrigue. I mean, Blankenship had captured me twice already and all I did was blab my head off both times. What would happen if I was captured and really tortured? I shuddered at the thought. Rachel, I told myself you need to get control of you life some how. Maybe there was a nice herbal supplement I could try.
Rinteau didn’ t seem to have anything else to say, he was enjoying letting me stew in my own juices. Gack!
We were silent until we made it through the main corridor and back to the turn off to the girl’ s wing.
“ Well, got to go, lots of homework,” I said, giving him my best jaunty wave and before heading down the hall toward my room. I’ d gone about ten feet when his voice stopped me.
“ I’ m going to find out, you know,” he said.
“ Find out what?” I asked, pretending to have no idea what he was talking about. But making sure to keep walking. Don’ t turn around. If you turn around and he’ s got that smilirk on his face you’ ll totally cave, I warned myself.
“ What the four of you are up too. You all disappear somewhere every night. I catch you lurking around Mr. Kim’ s office when he’ s not there. Then he ‘ misses’ an appointment. You may not have noticed, but Mr. Kim doesn’ t miss anything. And I’ ll tell you something else. He seems to have a special interest in you. I see him talking to you all the time. In the hall. In the cafeteria. In the do jang, when he’ s observing the class, he’ s watching you from across the room. Why you? Why not another student? What is it about you?” I knew he was looking at me with those laser green eyes. Don’ t turn around. Don’ t turn around. I couldn’ t believe he’ d noticed all this stuff.
“ Wow. You’ ve got a really active imagination, but I really don’ t know what you’ re talking about,” I said, keeping my back to him but I had to think of something to keep him off the subject of me and our mission. I’ d gone a few more feet when I thought of another quickly constructed lie, I turned around to face him.
But he was gone. I let out a sigh of relief. Crisis averted at least for now. I trotted quickly to the corner and looked to see where he’ d gone, but he must have cut back down the other hall to the boy’ s wing or something.
I raised my watch to my mouth and spoke quietly into the microphone.
“ You guys hear that?” I said.
Mr. Kim’ s voice came back over the tiny speaker.
“ Yes, are you alone now?” he asked.
“ Yeah he’ s gone.”
“ Good. Make sure he’ s not following you and come down as quickly as you can. We have a problem.”
You can say that again, Mr. Kim.
Chapter 11— I’ ll Definitely Take That Sword Now
I swore I was careful. Certain I’ d checked everything out. As usual, I was wrong. What a dope I am sometimes.
After Rinteau left me in the hallway, I went back to my room and waited for a few minutes. In case he decided to come back and knock on my door or something, I didn’ t want him to find me gone again. Of course, boys weren’ t allowed in the girl’ s wing, but he seemed to have a very fluid sense of the rules.
After about fifteen minutes the coast was clear. I left my room and took a long and rambling route back to Mr. Kim’ s office, using the stairs to go up a couple of levels then across, and down through the atrium and back in that way. Each time I approached a corner, I would stop and listen for footsteps and peek around it.
I never saw him. He’ d either gone back to his room or disappeared into thin air. I preferred to think he’ d tried to follow me but I was so good at shaking a tail he’ d given up in frustration.
About forty-five minutes later, I made it down to THE BIG SECRET SPY ROOM THAT’ S HIDDEN UNDER THE SCHOOL AND ACCESSIBLE ONLY BY SECRET PASSAGE FROM MR. KIM’ S OFFICE. By the time I arrived, my nerves were shot.
“ Whew, that was close,” I said.
“ Indeed,” said Mr. Kim, “ we will need to come up with a plan to keep Mr. Rinteau in the dark about your activities.”
“ I told you that guy was trouble. Something isn’ t right with him. Why is he nosing around us so much?” Alex said. He felt the need to contribute positively to the discussion once again.
“ Alex, I had no idea you were so paranoid,” I said. “ Why do you get so worked up over this guy?” Anger flared across his face briefly, but after a deep breath he composed himself.
“ I get ‘ worked up’ , because no one seems to realize his story just doesn’ t add up.”
Mr. Kim, as usual, sat at the conference table like the Sphinx, not saying a word. I’ d come to realize Mr. Kim liked to let us work out our issues among ourselves whenever possible. I’ d asked him about this once and he explained to me that we must settle our differences and grow together. If we were going to become a team, we would need to learn to referee our own disputes and ultimately trust each other. Okay, I get that. Except sometimes, I really wished he’ d jump in and give us an order
or something. It would save time.
“ Why are you so paranoid? Some kind of childhood trauma? He doesn’ t have a story. He’ s an orphan for heaven’ s sake. That’ s his story,” I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “ Jeez Alex, you might remember that and give him a break.”
“ So why doesn’ t he have records? Things about him in the files? Mr. Kim showed me his file and there’ s nothing in there. Birth records, school records, nothing. I mean even orphans have some story. Foster homes, orphanages. Heck, Brent’ s an orphan from the streets and he has more story than this guy… ” Alex stopped abruptly.
Brent was standing at one of the workbenches behind the conference table tinkering with one of his gadgets. His face turned beet red when Alex spoke and he looked up at me with an expression of sadness mixed with embarrassment.
“ Ah… Brent. I’ m sorry man. It just slipped out. I know it’ s private… I mean… I’ m sorry… she gets me worked up and I just forgot,” Alex said.
Brent just shrugged. He just stared down at his device and continued working. But his face was dark and something that looked suspiciously like shame clouded his face.
So that was it. What he’ d kept hidden. I remembered on the plane to Hawaii, I’ d asked him about his story and he’ d grown very agitated with me and stormed off. It was obviously something sensitive to him. I figured he’ d tell me when the time was right. Now his secret was revealed. But there had to be more to it judging by Alex’ s reaction. There were lots of orphans at Blackthorn. Brent’ s story just must have been worse somehow. Poor Brent, I felt so sad for him. But as I was learning everyday at Blackthorn, events sometimes meant things like this would have to wait.
Mr. Kim un-steepled his fingers and put his hands flat on the table. It was his signal to us that it was time to put this aside for now and focus on our task at hand. For the next hour we reviewed the site plans and architectural drawings and did a read through of our mission objective. Before we knew it, it was time for us to return to our rooms for the evening. We were still students and needed to study and sleep.
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