Tracker Hacker by Jeff Adams

Author:Jeff Adams [Adams, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult
ISBN: 978-1-63533-715-0
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-10-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

I DIDN’T get to bed as early as I wanted, but I compensated by sleeping late and giving myself only twenty minutes to eat. It wasn’t like I had to look great since we were having breakfast and then going straight to the rink to get ready for the tourney’s first game.

I was up late with Lorenzo going over some new intel we had on what was under the rink. We were going to tap into the fiber-optic network that ran in the service corridor right behind the locker rooms. It would keep us from having to go into the sublevels. I also practiced making the tap into the network to ensure the connection would go unnoticed.

Luckily my lack of sleep didn’t impair me on the ice. The gold team was great to play with, although when Donny found out we were on the first line together, he groaned. He quickly changed his tune when I scored the first goal of the game. He found me even more useful in the second period when I set him up for a goal of his own. With less than ten minutes to go, the game was going brilliantly.

How long did it take agents to get used to the chatter in their head from the earpieces? The TOS agents were here watching the game because we had work to do right after. They were talking up a storm in the stands. Nothing related to the mission, of course, but their voices filled my head. It was fascinating because I could still hear everything around me on the ice, but what Mom, John, Coach, Yoshi, and Lorenzo said went straight into my brain. I had to work to keep my focus on the game.

Out for one of my last shifts, I got a breakaway when the opposing team’s defense mishandled the puck. I wasted no time barreling down the ice. As I crossed into the offensive zone, a defenseman caught up to me. I saw him in my peripheral vision and noted I had no one to pass to. I got a shot off just before the D tripped me.

I spun out and ended up crashing the boards. There was a whistle, but as I turned over the ref didn’t have his hand up. The goalie, however, had the puck in his hand. Apparently none of the refs saw the trip, because there was no penalty call.

“Winger, you okay?” It was Mom.

Oh my God. I would have to mute the earpiece for the next game. The chatter was bad enough, but Mom asking questions was not cool. I was hoping they’d let me take it out for the games. After all, I didn’t want it flying out if things got physical. But apparently they’re designed to stay put even under the most extreme conditions.

“Yes,” I said quietly as I stood up.

I wasn’t really okay. That hit rattled everything that had been hurt during the kidnap attempt last week. No way I was going to admit that, though.

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