The 39 Clues: Unstoppable Book 2: Breakaway (12 page)

“We need them, Amy,” Dan said. “They’re coming with us.”

“Stop!” Dr. Rosenbloom shouted as he ran toward the Land Rover. Jake and Atticus jumped in, and then Dan grabbed his sister and pulled her into the car.

“Let’s go,” he shouted to the driver. “And hurry!”

Dan glanced back at Amy as they took off in a cloud of dust. Her eyes were filled with the same emotion he’d seen back at the library. A look that screamed out that she’d been betrayed, and by the person she trusted the most.

Dan made himself look away.

“We’ll be in Tunis in a few hours,” he announced to the group. “We need a plan. Thoughts, everybody?”

Amy was frozen in place, shocked breathless. What had happened to the two of them? Dan looked at her lately as if she were a stranger, but he had to know she was only trying to keep everyone safe. Didn’t he?

Amy drew herself over the backseat and into the rear of the Land Rover’s storage compartment. She leaned over their backpacks so it looked like she was checking their gear, and pulled out her phone. She dialed, and while it rang she kept her eyes locked on Dan and Jake and Atticus, her heart aching to see them making plans without her.

The ringing stopped and their pilot answered.

“It’s me,” Amy whispered. “Yes. But I’ll need you to bring some things with you when you come.”

Amy rattled off a list and then she looked ahead. The boys still were absorbed in their plans. Dan and Jake and Atticus seemed so far away, almost as if the inside of the car had been split into two separate worlds. Something cold clicked into place.

And that’s the safest place for them,
she thought.
Far away. The way it always should have been.

The pilot asked her a question, snapping Amy back to reality.

“No,” she said, answering him. “There’s been a change of plans. Listen up. . . .”

Nellie hid in the bathroom, listening as the last of the late-shift employees filed out of their labs. A half hour after their voices faded, the cleaning crews moved in with the swish of mops and the whine of vacuums. Finally, the only thing Nellie could hear was the soft ticking of the air conditioners winding down for the night.

Nellie took a breath, then unfolded herself from her perch on top of the toilet bowl.

Outside the bathroom, the corridor was filled with a mix of safety lights and deep shadows. Nellie glanced up at the security cameras mounted along the ceiling. They were stationary, and she was pretty sure she could stay out of their fields of view.

She slinked up the stairs to the next floor, opening and closing doors with excruciating care so they didn’t make a sound. She made it to the fourth floor, then consulted her mental map. The entrance to the secret staircase was supposed to be at a dead end — left, then right, then left again from where she was standing.

Nellie started down the first hall, but dove back into the shadows at the click of a door ahead of her. She flattened against a wall as a small woman in a white lab coat stepped into the corridor and walked down the hall. The woman patted at her pockets, growing increasingly frustrated as she searched for something. Once the woman was out of sight, Nellie waited and listened before continuing on. Every step confirmed that she and the woman were headed in the same direction.

Maybe she knows I’m behind her and is leading me into a trap. Maybe this ends with me in the hands of a couple of goons like the ones that nearly killed the kiddos.

Nellie shook off the unproductive thoughts and made herself continue forward. Her legs weren’t quite steady. Left, then right, then left again. Nellie hung back in the dark and peeked around a corner. The woman was at the end of a hall with her back to Nellie. She was still digging through her pockets, muttering to herself. Nellie heard a clink of change and then a deep
ka-chunk
. The woman moved aside and Nellie caught sight of what was at the end of the hall.

It wasn’t a secret entrance.

It was a vending machine.

The scientist reached into a slot for her snack, tore open the bag, and chowed down an entire bag of honey BBQ pork rinds, going so far as to upend the bag so she could suck back the last remaining crumbs.

Hmm. Maybe she isn’t a part of an international criminal conspiracy, after all.

Nellie flattened herself into the shadows once again as the woman moved past her. When Madame Pork Rinds was gone, Nellie tiptoed down to the vending machine, running her hands along the walls, searching for a seam or a hollow place that might indicate an entrance. There was nothing.

The vending machine itself looked perfectly normal. Glass front and black metal sides. A slot for change and a place to swipe credit cards. Next to the card reader there was a large red A surrounded in white. The machine itself was full of candy and chips and rolls of mints. Nellie nudged it with one hand but it didn’t move. She set her shoulder into it and pushed, still nothing.

“Come on, you stupid thing. I know there’s more than pork rinds in you! There has to be!”

Nellie gave it another push, and when it gave nothing in return, her frustration hit a breaking point. She kicked at the thing and pushed, rocking it back and forth.

“Open up! Open up, you stupid thing! Open sesame!”

“Hey!”

Nellie gasped and whirled. She was face-to-face with a man in a charcoal-gray suit who was built to more or less the exact same specifications as the vending machine. A radio receiver sat in one ear and Nellie spied a gun-shaped bulge underneath his jacket.

Nellie’s back was against the machine, and she could only look on in horror as the man strode toward her, reaching into his jacket.

“Wait, no, I was just —”

The guard pulled out a handful of change. “You scientists are all the same,” he said with a shake of his head. “So excitable. You have to love your machines if you want to get anything out of them. Treat ’em nice.”

He turned to Nellie with an odd smile on his chiseled face.

“So? What is it that you wanted, Doc?”

Nellie opened her mouth to answer, but words fled when she caught sight of the ID card hanging from the man’s belt. It was white, just like hers, but instead of the blue D as on her card, his sported a bright red A.

Nellie glanced back at the A on the vending machine. It was a perfect match for the one on the guard’s ID. A volley of fireworks went off in Nellie’s head.

“Uh, ma’am?”

“Pork rinds,” Nellie said with a smile. “I’ll have the pork rinds.”

Amy stood alone on deck late that night, looking up at glistening stars surrounded by black. They were in the open ocean, somewhere between the coasts of Spain and Morocco. There wasn’t a trace of land or a gleam of artificial light in any direction. Amy thought the view must have been no different than the one seen by the sailors of Carthage or Atlantis.

She climbed the stairs up onto the bridge. Everyone else was down below. Amy had explained that due to a delay in getting fuel, the plane wouldn’t meet them for hours yet, so everyone should get some rest.

Amy knelt beside the boat’s big steering wheel and took the key from the ignition beneath it. She dropped it into her palm where it joined the spare she had found among the captain’s things. The keys clinked together in her palm, catching the moonlight. She walked to the railing and turned her hand over. The keys fell into the water, hitting with a barely audible
plop
. There was a flash of silver in the moonlight and then they were swallowed up by the dark.

“What are you doing?”

Amy turned. Jake was standing at the hatch that led down to the crew compartment.

“I was just . . . getting some air.”

Jake climbed up to the bridge, where he leaned against the railing and looked out onto the sea. The water was flat but for a few low, rolling swells, banded with slivers of moonlight.

“You should go get some sleep,” Amy said nervously. “The plane will be here in a few hours.”

Jake nodded, but kept staring out into the dark water. “Do you think they knew it was coming?”

The sudden shift threw Amy. “Who? Did they know what was coming?”

“The people in Atlantis,” he said. “Or Tartessos. Or whatever it was called. Atticus said it was probably one of the greatest cities of all time. I was thinking since they had accomplished so much, maybe they couldn’t imagine the end coming. I bet that’s what killed them.” Jake looked back over his shoulder at Amy. “Thinking they were invincible.”

“Jake . . .”

“It used to be that I knew what you were going to do or what Dan was going to do almost before you did it. We were that in sync. But now it seems like all any of us do is fight. I don’t like what I see coming, Amy.”

An impulse to contradict him flared in Amy, but it burned itself out before she could give it voice. “I know,” she said. It was barely a whisper.

Jake took a step toward her just as the distant whine of engines broke the silence. Jake looked up as the seaplane’s running lights winked into view. Moonlight glinted off of its wings as it angled in for a landing.

“I guess he’s early,” Jake said. “We can talk about this later. I’ll go get the others.”

He started to go but Amy grabbed his sleeve to hold him back. “What are you — ?”

“I’m going to Svalbard,” she said. “Alone.”

“What? Amy —”

“Everyone will be waiting for us in Tunis,” she said. “Reporters, police, Pierce’s men. Svalbard is the only chance.”

“Fine, but going alone is crazy! Dad said the place will be empty and locked up. You’ll never get in alone. Together we could —”

“I’m not letting anyone else get hurt over this,” Amy said. “You’re right, Jake. We’re not invincible. And Pierce is too good. He’s too smart.”

There was a roar of engines and then a splash as the seaplane landed. Jake took hold of Amy’s arm as she turned toward the boat’s railing.

“You’re right,” he said. “Leave Dan and Atticus behind. But let me come with you.”

The expression on Jake’s face nearly sent Amy to her knees. Despite everything, all the fights and the hurt, Jake wouldn’t hesitate to put himself in danger to help her. She knew exactly how he felt, because she felt the same. Amy felt something bright flare up inside of her. But the brief rush of joy couldn’t withstand the cold wall of fear, worry, and guilt she’d built up. She knew what she had to do. Amy thought of her grandmother, imagined the spine of steel that ran through Grace, and forced herself to look Jake in the eye.

“I don’t love you,” she said. “I know you think I do. You think that there’s this . . . thing between us, but there isn’t. There never was, and there never will be.”

There was a pause, and then the light in Jake’s eyes began to slowly fade. Amy was gutted to see it go, but she couldn’t look away. She couldn’t let up. Jake’s grip on her arm loosened. The plane taxied to a stop fifty feet from the boat and the pilot popped the rear door.

“I’ve disabled the boat,” Amy said. “But there’s plenty of food and water on board. You’ll all be safe until I send someone for you. If something happens to me, tell Dan to gather what we have on Pierce and call the FBI.”

Before Jake could protest, Amy grabbed her pack and dove off the side of the boat. The chilly water hit her like a fist but she was up and pulling herself through the low swells in seconds. She could hear shouting behind her now. The plane was thirty feet away, then twenty, then ten.

The pilot reached down and took her by the wrist, pulling her up onto the wide pontoon. He wrapped a towel around her as she stepped up into the plane. Amy turned to shut the door.

“AMY!”

Dan was on deck now, standing just behind Jake. Her brother screamed her name and Amy felt hot tears filling her eyes.

“AMY!”

The plane’s engines spun up and the propeller began to turn. Dan stripped off his shoes and shirt and dove off the boat. He disappeared in the black, and seconds later she saw his thin white arms tearing through the water. The pilot turned back to her.

“What do I do?”

“Go. Now!” Amy said as Dan got closer and closer. In another few strokes he’d be able to grab the pontoons.

“But there’s someone in the water,” the pilot called out over the engines. “Shouldn’t we —”

“Just go!”

Amy slammed the door and fell into her seat. Amy could hear Jake, Atticus, and Dan yelling, even over the noise of the propellers. Each shout was like a fist digging into her, clutching at her insides. Amy closed her eyes tight and the engines surged, drowning the boys out. The plane began to pull away, picking up speed. There was a sluice of water below and then the strangely heavy feeling as they strained into the sky.

Amy opened her eyes. Below, the boat grew smaller until Dan and the others faded into the distance. Soon, the boat was nothing but a white dot amid the black.

Amy made herself look straight ahead, staring out the pilot’s window, as they soared away into the darkness.