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1 " Her father had once showed me a baby picture of her playing with nunchucks. "
― Stuart Gibbs , Evil Spy School (Spy School #3)
2 " Apparently, the folks at SPYDER really liked fro-yo sundaes: There were dozens of toppings, ranging from crumbled toffee to rainbow sprinkles. "
3 " On the other hand, I came from a long line of grocers. "
4 " Kill them quickly?” Murray asked, without bothering to raise his hand. “Really? Isn’t it more fun to draw their death out a little? To make them suffer?” Joshua sighed. “No. We’re not James Bond villains here, kids. The more you draw out your enemy’s deaths, the more chance they have to escape. So no lowering them into pools full of crocodiles or trying to slice them in half with lasers or anything like that. Just shoot them and be done with it.” Ashley "
5 " (“If Ernst Blofeld has a thirty-ton surface-to-surface missile and he wants to destroy a government installation thirty-five miles to the north with a twenty-mile-per-hour wind coming from the east, how many pounds of thrust will he need to launch the missile and demolish his target?”) "
6 " All right,” Zoe said. “I’ll turn you in.” “Thanks. You’re a good friend. "
7 " I felt embarrassed, though I wasn’t sure if this was because Erica had fooled me, or because I was hearing her voice in my ear while I was naked. "
8 " And standing in the middle of them, brushing a bit of blood off his sleeve, was Joshua Hallal. "
9 " Oh. How’d you lose that?” “A bug flew into it.” “Er . . . You don’t lose your eye if a bug flies into it.” “You do if it’s your first day with the hook. "
10 " Now his once-handsome face was a maze of scars. In addition—or perhaps, subtraction—he was missing an eye (covered by a patch), a hand (replaced by a high-tech hook), and a leg (now a robotic prosthetic). And yet he carried himself with grace and style, sporting designer clothes and a watch that probably cost more than my father’s car. He looked like an extremely well-dressed pirate. "
11 " those newbies after you in the first place? "
12 " We need to go,” Joshua told me. “I can’t be seen here.” “I’m not going anywhere with you,” I said. Joshua produced a gun from his pocket. “Does this change your mind?” “Yes,” I admitted. “It sure does. "
13 " Joshua slipped out the window with surprising grace for a man missing half his limbs. "
14 " It’s good to see you again, Ben,” Joshua said. “You look like you’ve kept yourself in good shape.” “Thanks.” Seeing as he had a gun, I tried to be polite. “You look . . . um . . . well, not good exactly, but . . .” “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘terrible.’ ” I frowned. “Did all that happen in the fall?” “Most of it. I lost the arm and the leg, but not the eye.” “Oh. How’d you lose that?” “A bug flew into it.” “Er . . . You don’t lose your eye if a bug flies into it.” “You do if it’s your first day with the hook. "
15 " I saw him programming something in Russian.” “What was it?” “I don’t know. I can’t read Russian.” “Since when?” “Since always.” “That’s inconvenient,” Erica said in a tone that left no doubt in my mind that she could speak Russian—and had probably been doing it since she was three. “Did you see anything you could read? "
16 " That was Ashley Sparks, the gymnast, right?” “You recognized her?” “Are you asking if I’m a fan of competitive gymnastics? No. But Granddad took some photos and we ran an Internet search. Let me guess: She got disgruntled after not making the cut for the Olympics and turned to crime. "
17 " father had once showed me a baby picture of her playing with nunchucks. "
18 " Many of them are similar to those which you began studying at the academy: self-preservation, cryptography, facility with weapons. But there’s also duplicity, conniving, subterfuge, and killing without making it look like murder, "
19 " So . . . it’s kind of like evil spy school.” Joshua frowned. “I suppose. Although we prefer to call it the Wiseman Preparatory Academy.” “Why?” “Because ‘Evil Spy School’ sounds a little suspicious, don’t you think? "
20 " I felt groggy, like I’d been drugged. It took me only a few seconds to figure out why: I had been drugged. A thirteen-year-old kid probably shouldn’t have been drugged enough times to recognize the sensation, "
