So I go back to undercover mode and continue my day like none of this ever happened. The rest of this operation is out of my hands. Within twenty minutes, my mission is complete. Once the inmates start finding them-and they will find them-they’ll know what to do.
I cruise through the building like a ninja-tornado, dropping tiny subpackages of coded instructions in every empty corner I can locate. This next maneuver is what you call a speed round. And the millisecond my package is delivered, I move on. I try not to think about the pair of fully armed heat-seeking missiles just under the floor. I know it’s a flimsy cover for Sergeant Stricker’s missile silo, but I can’t worry about that now. My first stop is the so-called equipment room. Once they give me the all clear, I continue to the gymnasium. First I check my scanners, perfectly camouflaged inside an ordinary-looking backpack. As soon as I find myself alone, I swing into action. That’s what the street clothes and prosthetics are for. Deputy Marshal Stonecase passes me by and I give her a friendly (but not too friendly) nod. So I walk casually up the corridor, like I belong here. The trick is to act natural when anyone’s looking, and then move like the wind when they’re not. Not only that, but this high-tech fortress disguised as a middle school is crawling with guards in the middle of the day. I’ve got to be in a dozen different places at just the right time, and in just the right order. One wrong move, and-BOOM! The whole thing comes down. This one’s like a cross between a house of cards and a hand grenade with a missing pin. “I am SAM, and this is my latest mission.
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