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Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5) QUOTES

61 " You’ll have to kill me,” I finished. I’d heard this refrain from Erica plenty of times before. Catherine was taken aback. “Kill you? Goodness, no. That’s a bit drastic, isn’t it? I wouldn’t kill you, dear. I’d only maim you a little.” “Oh,” I said, unsure if that was actually better. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

62 " The closest anyone got to that was a severely deranged U.S. representative who suspected that I was a Soviet sleeper agent. The congressman then went on to suggest that most children who had been adopted from other countries were probably sleeper agents as well, and that the process of international adoption ought to be immediately terminated. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

63 " He’s Vladimir Gorsky.” I hesitated before responding. I had no idea who Vladimir Gorsky was but was worried that Erica would judge me harshly for this gap in my knowledge. Unfortunately, Erica knew exactly why I’d hesitated. And then she judged me harshly for the gap in my knowledge. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Vladimir Gorsky.” “I haven’t,” I admitted. Erica sighed disdainfully, like I’d just told her I didn’t know the capital of America. “Really? Because he’s only one of the world’s most powerful men.” “Oh!” I said, trying to cover. “Vladimir Gorsky! Of course I know who he is. I thought you said Vladimir Borsky. . . .” “Stop trying to cover,” Erica told me. “Okay.” I grimaced, not merely because of Erica’s curt tone, but also because frigid mud had just seeped through my sweatpants and into my underwear. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

64 " You’ve gotten yourself into quite a pickle, Benjamin. And we need to figure out how to, er . . . unpickle you. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

65 " We might want him to arm some rebels who support a cause of ours—or to stop arming some rebels who are fighting a cause of ours—or heck, maybe we even want to buy some weapons from him ourselves. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

66 " realized he had just been caught with his hand in the nuclear cookie jar. "

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67 " I grimaced once again, only this time it had nothing to do with the mud in my underpants. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

68 " All I could get on short notice was pepper spray, cyanide capsules, and some chewing gum. Try not to get them all mixed up. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

69 " Erica vaulted over with the ease of an Olympic gymnast, landing gracefully on her feet. I vaulted over it with the grace of a diseased elephant. I tried to stick the landing but lost my balance and face-planted in the dirt. I still did better than Warren, though. While clambering over the wall, he caught his pant leg on a shard of wood, leaving him at the mercy of the paintball brigade. His rear end might as well have had a target painted on it. The professors shot him again and again before he finally managed to free himself—although to do it, he had to wriggle out of his pants altogether. He landed with a painful thud on our side of the wall in only his tighty-whities. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

70 " By now I was quite likely the most famous fugitive in America, and a drenched teenager suddenly emerging from a secret passage in the floor of the Washington Monument would probably get a lot of attention from the tourists inside. "

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71 " Once back in the tunnel, I made another fire. This time it only took me thirty-five minutes to get it going. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

72 " I worked my way around the Tidal Basin to a Starbucks, intending to grab a quick bite, but as I was about to enter, I spotted my face on the TV mounted above the counter. I was on the morning news. The crawl at the bottom of the screen read: HUNT CONTINUES FOR TWEEN SUSPECT IN WHITE HOUSE BOMBING. Even worse, they were displaying the lousy photo from my fake St. Smithen’s student ID. So not only had I been outed as the assassin, but it had been done with the least attractive picture of me possible. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

73 " Behind me, Zoe was also edging her way along, muttering sarcastically the whole time. “Balance beams. That makes sense. I’m sure our guys in the field confront greased balance beams every day. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

74 " Zoe emerged from the woods behind me and gasped in dismay. “Okay, this is completely ridiculous! There is no possible scenario where we are ever going to have to face giant pendulums! What’s Macauley think, someday we’ll to have to fight the enemy inside an enormous cuckoo clock? "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

75 " I found myself shaking violently, although I wasn’t sure if it was anger or hypothermia kicking in: I was soaked to the bone and it was below zero outside. “Uh, Ben,” Zoe said. “You’re turning blue.” Apparently, it was anger and hypothermia. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

76 " Oh my, they’ve set up quite an impressive dragnet for the two of you. Looks like everyone’s coming to the party: FBI, CIA, SWAT . . . I say, you Americans certainly love your acronyms, don’t you? "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

77 " Cyrus explained. “Anyone anywhere could be the mole. And if SPYDER senses we’re onto them, this whole thing could go very bad very quickly. So don’t screw anything up.” Cyrus might have been a great spy, but when it came to giving pep talks, he was awful. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

78 " but none seemed remotely interested in the black SUV. The only person paying any attention to it was a meter man from the Department of Parking Enforcement, who stormed toward it with the zeal of a Navy SEAL team, already writing a ticket. “You can’t park that here!” he barked. “It’s a red zone!” Courtney lowered her window and glared at him. “I’m not parked. I’m idling! That’s allowable.” “Not on my watch,” the meter man huffed. “According to District Code 46a, subsection D, there is to be no blocking of the red zone for any amount of time for any purpose at all. . . .” “How about national security?” David Stern asked, rolling down his window. “You see, I’m the president of the United States.” “And I’m the queen of Sweden,” the meter man declared sarcastically. Unaware that he was facing the actual president, he dramatically ripped off the ticket and handed it to Courtney. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

79 " Why would a kid have meat on his jacket?” Fry demanded. “Why would a kid have explosives on his jacket?” Kimmy countered. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)

80 " Yeah, right,” Fry said skeptically. “My sons don’t even know what a washing machine is. They’ve worn the same clothes so many times in a row, the clothes could probably walk around on their own by now. "

― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School Secret Service (Spy School, #5)