The Galactic B.U.R.P. by Wendy Mass & Michael Brawer

Author:Wendy Mass & Michael Brawer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2015-11-02T16:00:00+00:00

It’s a good thing I moved, because the hole in the floor is back! The agent appears beside me—or, I should say, his head appears. The rest of him follows quickly behind. The floor closes up beneath him. He pats down his hair and adjusts his shirt.

“Well, that was something!” Dad’s awed voice comes through my earpiece. “Pockets lent me the glasses. I felt like I was right there with you in that cloud! Gotta get me a pair of those!”

Now that I’m not terrified anymore, I realize it really WAS pretty cool!

“Come,” the agent says. “You need to get back to your rooms. You can’t very well show up to the meeting wearing that.”

I’m a little insulted on behalf of my clothes, but I let his comment go.

The agent leads me through a series of long, narrow hallways lined with doors on one side and windows on the other. The windows show mostly a view of the cloud that hides the ship, but every once in a while I catch a glimpse of the sky and the mountainside. Pockets must have been wrong—this isn’t a small ship. It’s huge!

I don’t see the taxi anywhere, which I know is how it’s supposed to be. Then I remember I CAN see it. Well, the inside of it, at least! I can use the glasses! The agent has begun talking into a communication device on his wrist, so I slow down to widen the gap between us, then flick the switch.

And suddenly it’s like I’m right there! Pockets must have taken the glasses back, because I can see Dad in the driver’s seat, tapping his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel. I want to shout, but I force myself to whisper. “Dad! I can see you!”

Dad jolts upright, his hand reaching for his earpiece. “Hey, Archie!” He reaches over to Pockets, and I can tell he’s ruffling the fur on top of his head. I try not to laugh. Dad always used to ruffle my hair when I was little. Okay, sometimes he still does.

“Hey,” Pockets grumbles. “Ask next time!”

Dad ignores him. “Son, I’m very proud of you. You’re being very brave.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I whisper.

“We’ll be right here with you,” he says.

Then Pockets chimes in with, “Try to explore as much of the ship as you can. I’m recording what you’re seeing through your lenses.”

I’m about to suggest hiding instead of exploring, when Pockets adds, “You’d better switch back now.”

Dad gives a wave and I reluctantly turn the view back to the ship. It’s a good thing I didn’t wait much longer, because the agent has just stopped in front of a large wooden door and is waiting for me to catch up.

The door is much fancier than any we’ve passed so far. I don’t see a doorknob or keyhole anywhere, though. The agent presses a nearly invisible button beside the door, and a keypad appears. He steps aside and gestures for me to use it. I look back at him blankly. He shakes his head.

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