Disruption by Whibley Steven

Author:Whibley, Steven [Whibley, Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, YA, Summer Camp, Boy books, Action Adventure, friendship
Publisher: Steven Whibley
Published: 2014-03-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28

Becca and Team Hyena had bragging rights after the Capture the Flag win, and they weren’t afraid to let the rest of the camp know it. Two days after the event, they were still whooping and hollering about it every chance they got. It didn’t help that Smith and Dalson played the footage from the event on a projector during dinner for two nights straight. Nothing like a little shame to motivate us.

Team Octopus and Dexter Miller were eliminated as we expected. There wasn’t any fanfare about the dismissal; they just were no longer a team. Their flag was removed from the grounds, and the campers were dispersed among the other teams. We received about twelve of them; other teams got more. Dexter ended up on Becca’s team, and at dinner, he sat at the opposite end of the dining room. He couldn’t have gotten any farther away from the Delta table if he’d tried. He kept his chin permanently against his chest. His reaction to losing was a bit babyish. I mean, it was just a game, after all. I shook my head, because that might not be quite true. Was any of this really a game?

A few nights later, after dinner, I collapsed on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Angie and Amara argued about the proper techniques for throwing a knife, and both, with expert precision, threw one after the other at the back wall of the cabin, each time using a very different technique and each time getting the same results as the other. Rylee and Yaakov sat together on a bed, looking at something on the computer. Juno was across the room from me, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Yes, Juno?” I asked.

“We’re a few days away from the end of Week Two. You don’t look the least bit worried.”

I sat up. “Why would I be worried?”

“Well, they’re bound to start your Crucible Training any day.”

“Crucible . . . right.” I vaguely remembered Ms. Clakk mentioning something about Deltas being required to participate in Crucible Training this year, but I hadn’t given it any thought. My days were so full with other activities that I couldn’t imagine adding another one. “Wait, why should I be worried about it?”

“Why should you be worried about it?” Yaakov asked. “Because of who Clakk said would be teaching you.”

“Right,” I said. “I forget his name.”

“Robert Ingleton.” Yaakov said it in a whisper, as if the name itself were a password to some super-secret place. “He’s worked for the CIA for twenty years. He still works for the CIA as their top counter-terrorism interrogator. Can you imagine working in Langley and here?”

“Yeah,” I said, not really knowing what all the fuss was about. Was it hard to squeeze a few lessons to campers between terrorist interrogations? Ingleton was clearly someone to be respected at this camp, so I added, “That’s . . . um . . . pretty impressive. He must be pretty good at time management.”

Yaakov balked. He glanced around the room before settling back on me.

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