Table Of ContentBORN TO SPY
JAYDE SCOTT
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Chapter 1
Dad had been gone for a whole day when I finally plucked up the courage
to pick the lock. Trouble was I had no idea how to do that because no one
bothered to teach us something that useful at school. So I called my best mate
Danny to help.
"What's up, Thom?" Danny asked, standing in the doorway, a baseball cap
covering his huge forehead. His sister, Hilary, towered behind him, chewing gum
as she looked down on us, bored as usual.
"What's she doing here?" I hissed.
"Hilly?" Danny shrugged. "Mum wouldn't let me go without her."
"What if she tattles?"
"Tattle what?" Hilly asked. "Do you think I'm five years old? Who uses the
word 'tattle' anyway? You know I have better things to do than hang around with
my baby brother and his silly friend."
"At least we don't carry a hideous purse that looks like it's going to slither
away any minute," I said.
"Quick, grab a stick before it bites!" Danny shouted.
"It's Mum's, you dummy. Snakeskin purses are all the rage right now. I
read in Cosmopolitan the snake of the season is Python."
Danny glared at her. "Did you steal Mum's stuff? You're so dead. I'm
telling."
She looked at me. "And you thought I was the tattle? So, tell me, why am I
adding criminal activity to my résumé?"
"I need to find my dad," I said.
"Miss your daddy?" She smirked.
Was it obvious? "I'm tired of spoiled milk, okay?" I snapped.
I rubbed the back of my neck, praying Dad would miraculously appear so
we needn't go through with it. But nothing happened, and so I saw no other
option than to do the one thing that could get me grounded for a month. Or a
year. Or until I turned eighteen. Oh boy.
"Come on before I change my mind." I led the way down the stairs to the
basement and pointed to the metal door clearly marked DO NOT ENTER.
"I should've worn my black ski mask. This is like breaking into a bank,"
Hilly said.
I laughed. If only it were that simple. "More like the White House or
Buckingham Palace."
"Whoa, that's high-tech stuff," Danny said. And it was, all control panels,
countless digits and blinking lights.
Hilly inched closer to inspect it. "What's down here anyway? A secret lab?
I hope your dad's not going all weirdo and building a Frankenstein army or
something. And there'd better not be body parts in jars because that will freak me
out. Nobody's taking my brain."
"Who'd want it?" Danny nudged me and laughed.
I chuckled. "You don't have to worry about mad scientists. But you'll have
to worry about me camping on your couch for the next year if you don't get to
work."
She stuck out her tongue. "Gag me. Let's find your dad then. Every single
lock can be picked."
"What're you going to do?" Danny asked. "Cut it? Drill it? Kick the door
down? Bust the lock open? Want me to grab a sledgehammer?"
I nodded. "Yeah, we have one of those in the garage. I'll get it."
"No, silly. You think too hard." Hilly snorted and pulled out her mother's
purse with plenty of credit cards.
I swallowed. "Can you do it?"
"With or without a blindfold?" Hilly asked with grin. She slid a credit card
into the lock and jiggled it. Several minutes and grunts later, the door swung
open and I set foot into what my dad would never let me see: any amateur spy's
dream.
Hilly barely raised her eyes from her iPod as she scanned the semi-
darkness. "This is like some geek's paradise and the last place I'd ever want to be
seen at. It'd totally ruin my reputation."
A female computerized voice cut Hilly off. "Welcome to Skylark, Mr.
Gonzo. Lights will be activated in 10 seconds. 10-9-8-7..."
Bright light flooded the room and I jumped.
"Holy cow," Danny said.
I could second that. "Can you believe this place? It's the coolest lab I've
ever seen."
"Seen many?" Hilly asked.
I scowled. "Hey, I watched Agent Cody Banks." Glancing around, I slowly
took in the blinking lights, chattering computers, and control panels lining the
walls. This was more like a mission control centre where NASA launched
astronauts and spaceships.
Danny's voice boomed behind me. "We could play football in here. We
could fit everybody, and I mean everybody, like the players, the coaches and all
the screaming fans. Sweet!"
I smiled. "You're forgetting something—the cheerleaders."
"Definitely," Danny said.
He took a step forward when I grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "Wait!
What if the floor's bobby trapped with landmines?"
Danny peered at me, wide-eyed. "The whole room could be heat sensitive.
The last thing we need is a spike popping up."
"You're big chickens." Hilly stomped to the middle of the room and spun
around. "It looks like I'm still alive."
Danny and I exchanged glances.
"Okay, then, it's safe," I said.
Hilly started to gag and wrapped her hands around her neck, moaning like
a sick dog.
"Are you okay?" I asked, sprinting over. Maybe it was a bad idea coming
down here. What if lethal invisible gas poured out of the ducts? With a thud,
Hilly fell to the ground and I gasped. So did Danny.
Suddenly she jumped up and laughed. "I got you!"
I let out a breath. I wanted to get her back for that one, but for now I had
more important things to do such as poking my nose around. "It's like The Hall
of Justice from the Super Friends."
Danny turned and his eyes widened. "Check this out! There's even a giant
computer and screen that the Super Friends use to analyse clues. Do you think
your dad works with Batman and Robin?"
"Don't know but I bet you and Hilly could be the Wonder Twins," I said.
"Wonder Twin powers, activate! Shape of a..." Danny held a fist up to
Hilly.
She rolled her eyes. "Shape of a...moron. I'm so out of here. This is beyond
lame. Why am I wasting my time with you idiots when I've got a gorgeous hunk
waiting for me?"
"See you," Danny said.
Pulling Danny's arm, she yelled, "No, you're coming with me. We did our
part and got him in. The rest's not my problem. Now, let's go. I can't keep the
boy of my dreams waiting, can I?"
"If he knew any better, he'd be running for the border," Danny said.
She slapped him on the head and pulled him out by his ear. Ouch. That
probably hurt. Boy was I happy not to have a sister.
"I've got to go, Thom," Danny said in a high-pitched voice. "Love the hide
out! I really wish I could stay and helped you fight all the bad guys with Aqua
Man and the rest of the gang. The Hall Of Justice totally rules!"
I locked the door behind them, and then returned to the basement. Dad had
always claimed to work as anything from a sales clerk to a doctor, but seeing his
Spy School diploma hanging on the wall and all the whirring monitors I knew
what he really did for a living. And so I vowed to find him by borrowing his
identity. From now on I would no longer be Thomasius Anastasius Gonzo—
yeah, that name got me kicked in the butt a few times. From now on I'd be Alex
Gonzo, Royal Spy.
Chapter 2
I would've loved to sit down with Danny and brainstorm a plan to find Dad
over a cup of hot chocolate and marshmallows. But Hilly missed her boyfriend
of two weeks, and so Danny left right after discovering Dad's hidden spy centre
with the promise to call that evening.
With a sigh, I made myself a cuppa and carried it down to Dad's lab,
placing it on the gleaming steel counter. He'd disappeared in the past, but it
wasn't like him at all to leave without a trace—or a babysitter to watch over me.
The fridge was filled with enough food to feed a whole family including the
neighbours and their dog for a week. But I figured, at thirteen, a teen shouldn't
be staying on his own, and so I started rummaging through the drawers,
searching for clues that'd give away his whereabouts.
Most of the stuff was maps and papers covered in numbers and scribbled
notes. It didn't take long to find a page torn out of a book with a painting on it.
Since it wasn't even a particularly pretty sight—just the ugly head of a woman
dressed in a garish black gown—I tossed it aside only to grab it a few seconds
later. Dad had never been the artsy type, so what would he need this for?
Turning it around, I noticed the words typed on the back: Mona Lisa. The
famous painting hanging in a museum in France? Yeah, we learned about it in
school. I can't say it was much fun though. Maybe Dad decided to pay the
Louvre a visit, so I put the picture aside to think about it later. Next came the pin
wall hanging near the maps. Among the countless sticky notes, I found a picture
of my schoolteachers, which had me puzzled even more than the Mona Lisa. Ms
Reeves' head—hovering in the background as usual, her bulging eyes hooded to
shield her from the glaring brightness of the camera—was circled with a red felt
pen. We moved to Boring Ville, as I like to call our tiny village on the outskirts
of London, three months previously. Naturally, Dad wouldn't be acquainted with
the teaching staff just yet. Still, why would he hang up a photo and choose circle
the art teacher's head? She was pretty all right, but, with her mouse-brown hair
and oversized cardigans, she didn't strike me as Dad's type. Maybe she played
the bad guy and we only moved here so Dad could watch her?
Still musing, I sipped my now luke-warm chocolate when a phone rang. It
was Dad's high-tech cell, buried under a pile of loose files. I reached it in time to
see the caller ID marked as anonymous, and then it stopped. Dad would never
leave the house without it. He wouldn't even switch it off when he went to bed.
Disappearing without it was certainly strange.
Leaving it there, I headed for the door, when the ringing started again.
Before I could snatch it, the caller hung up. Maybe it was some sort of code and
Dad would know what to do. But I was new to the game and had yet to learn the
basics. After waiting another five minutes, hand hovering in mid-air without
touching to avoid leaving greasy marks and fingerprints and DNA—yeah,
nothing was getting past me—I realised I was just wasting precious time. So I
left for the hall, deciding to give Danny a call.
"Mate, don't start yelling at me. Hilly dragged me out of there and uh,
listen, I have to go. Pizza's here. I'll call you tonight," he said.
"You're going to turn down a mystery? because something fishy's going
on," I said.
"Why's that?"
I peered through the curtains at the Morrisons' car pulling up in the parking
lot opposite from our house before I said, "You know what I'm holding in my
hand this very second?"
"A slice of pizza I'm dying to eat?"
I rolled my eyes. "Dad's cell phone."
Danny gasped. "You mean the one that's literally glued to his hip?"
"Yep."
"That's strange," Danny said.
"Told you."
"You can't go to the police," Danny said. "What'd you say? Sorry, Officer,
but I've been roaming the house by myself for days, eating cookies and muffins
and staying up as late as I want?"
I hesitated. That thought had crossed my mind already. Danny had a point,
what could I tell them? And most importantly, what would they do with me? I
didn't want to be shipped away to Dad's sister, Aunt Becky, who was the only
relative we had. For one, she was a pain in the neck with her constant whining
and complaining. And then she lived in her own world with ten terriers and a
house with no TV, no computer games and, worst of all, no proper plumbing.
She might think doing the deed in a bucket and then chucking it into the
neighbours' garden was environmentally friendly, but I preferred the privacy of
my bathroom to the gawking of countless shiny eyes and endless yapping.
I sighed. "You're right."
"You can't stay in that huge house all by yourself either. What if someone
breaks in?" Danny said.
"You watched Home Alone too many times." I hesitated. "There's
something I need you to do."
"What now?" Danny asked, suspiciously. He wasn't the 'Okay-I'll-do-you-
a-favour' type.
"I need you to check Dad's credit card activity."
Danny groaned. "How am I supposed to do that with Mum watching my
online activity? I'll never get in without her knowing five minutes later."
"Switch off the filtering, delete the cache. What do I know? You're the
computer geek," I said, irritated.
"Don't know the password."
I huffed. "What about Hilly?"
"What about her?"
What was wrong with the guy today? Usually, he wasn't that slow. "Well,
can she do it?"
"You want to trust Hilly with a credit card?" Danny laughed. "Your dad's
microwave cooking must've fried your brain."
He was right again. All the money would be gone in a heartbeat, spent on
expensive clothes and gawky makeup that made her look like she juggled balls
at the circus. And she wasn't just any clown diva but one who loved hardware,
especially from the Apple store. She'd have a MacBook Pro delivered to test-
drive the next day.
"Mate!" Danny yelled like a light bulb just went off in his head. "Why are
we even discussing this when you have The Hall Of Justice in your basement? I
saw the monster of all computers. It was big and bad to the bone. So get down
there and make me proud."
"It's probably password protected."
"Then figure it out. Shouldn't be too hard."
I scratched my head, pondering. "What do you think it could be?"
Danny huffed. "How would I know? Try the obvious like favourite colour
and first pet."
"I don't think he ever had a pet and he doesn't have a favourite colour. Dad
says, fashion's overrated."
"Try password," Danny said.
"Huh?"
"Try password as password, dummy," Danny said. "Apparently, that's what
most grown ups use."
"He's a spy, Danny. Not even goofy Austin Powers would use something
that easy."
"Hey, don't get your panties in a bunch. You asked, so I gave you options."
We remained silent until I decided there was no point in arguing over the
phone. Friends stick together.
"Anyway, I should get going," I started.
"Yeah." Another pause, then Danny said, "Thom? I hope you find your dad
