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" Hello, Alexander. Fancy meeting you here.” “Catherine?” Alexander gasped. “What are you doing here?” “Just getting a bit of sun,” Catherine replied, somewhat weakly. “With a semiautomatic rifle?” Alexander pressed. “It’s to scare off the iguanas,” Catherine said. Then she frowned, not so much at her lame excuse, but because she’d had to make it in the first place. Her features hardened as she appeared to make a decision. “Actually, the truth is, I’m a spy for MI6.” Alexander looked even more startled than before. He began to blabber like Paul Lee. “You? But you . . . er . . . I . . . well . . . um . . . So . . . that gun isn’t for the iguanas? "
― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Goes South (Spy School, #6)
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" This jet was owned and operated by the CIA, who appeared to have bought it secondhand, if not third- or fourthhand, possibly from someone who had used it to transport farm animals. It was quite old as private jets went, and it smelled funny. It was also much smaller than I’d expected, with only six seats in the cabin, a tiny cockpit in the front, and an even tinier bathroom at the back that reeked of septic fumes. (The cockpit was concealed behind a door that had been closed since shortly before takeoff.) The furnishings were several decades out of date. To Murray’s great disappointment, the only entertainment system was an eight-track-tape player, and there did not appear to be any tapes for it, as none had been manufactured since the 1980s. The plane rattled constantly as it flew, even when there was no turbulence, giving the unsettling impression that the wings might fall off at any moment. "
― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Goes South (Spy School, #6)
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" Attract women like that. I’ve got the hot new bod. And yet that girl’s not coming after me.” Zoe eyed his plate warily. “Maybe it’s because you’re eating s’mores with bacon in them.” Murray had, in fact, combined bacon with chocolate, marshmallow, and graham crackers. And then he’d sprinkled gummy bears on top. “Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it,” he said. He attempted to take a bite, but the entire concoction collapsed in his hand, leaving him with a huge brown smear down the front of his Farkle Fiesta T-shirt. “Yeah, it’s hard to see why the girls aren’t beating your door down,” Zoe said sarcastically. “It looks like you wiped your butt with your shirt.” Murray didn’t bother to argue—or to clean his shirt off. Instead, he returned to the dessert bar to rebuild his sandwich. "
― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Goes South (Spy School, #6)