They have a night of rest and relaxation, reconnecting with Tanner and Grace, along with Michael's, Ostin's, and Taylor's parents, who were flown in by the resistance. At the base, they meet Joel, a figure of authority in the organization, as well as Sydney Lynn, the woman who gave Michael the phone in the tanning salon in Book 2 ( Rise of the Elgen). They arrive at a ranch that appears normal but is actually a front for a safehouse and tactical base for the resistance organization. Written by people who wish to remain anonymousĬontinuing from the previous novel ( Michael Vey: Battle of the Ampere), Michael and the Electroclan are on their way to meet the Resistance in order to hatch a plan to stop Hatch and his new asset, a young Chinese girl called Jade Dragon, from creating more Glows. We are thankful for their contributions and encourage you to make your own. I swung my pack over my shoulder, then walked out the south door, glad to finally be going home.These notes were contributed by members of the GradeSaver community. I loved licorice almost as much as Rice Krispies squares. I peeled back its wrapper and took a delicious chewy bite. I stopped at my locker and grabbed the licorice I'd stowed in there after lunch and had looked forward to all day. Outside the cafeteria, the halls were now empty except for the janitorial crew that had moved in and were pushing wide brooms up and down the tiled corridors. "See you tomorrow, Michael," she said pleasantly. I scooped my books into my pack and threw it over my shoulder. She had a stupid job she didn't like and I didn't want to make her day any worse than it already was. I wondered if anyone would call my mom about the incident. Fortunately, I had gotten my fingers out of the way just in time to not have the door slammed on them. I tugged on my collar and exposed a bright red scrape. As I got my books from my pack, I noticed that my shoulder still hurt a little from being crammed into my locker. I hated being in detention, but at least today it wouldn't be a complete waste of time.
I found a vacant table in the corner and sat down. As I looked around the room for a place to sit, the girl looked at me and scowled, warning me away from her table. I was smaller than all of them and the only one who didn't look like a homicidal psychopath. There were three other students in detention: two boys and one girl. The smell of lunch still lingered in the air (which was a punishment of its own), and I could hear the lunch workers behind the metal window screens preparing for tomorrow's disaster. Welcome." She looked down at her clipboard and marked my name on her roll. She smiled at me like I'd just arrived at a dinner party. She was reputed to be cool and nice, which, I hoped, meant she might let us out early. Johnson, a young, new English teacher, had just been assigned to supervise detention, which I thought was a good thing. The hallways were crowded with students as I walked with my backpack down to the lunchroom. "Bones," I said, bumping his fist even though I was sick of doing it-I mean, it was okay the first million times. "I'll see you tomorrow." He put out his fist. "It's still cruel," I said, shutting my locker. But the clogging teacher's my mom's cousin and Mom says she needs the money and I need the exercise." If anyone here finds out, you're ruined for life." It was hard to imagine Ostin doing any physical activity, but dancing with a bunch of seven-year-old girls wearing black patent leather tap shoes was like a bad car wreck-gross, but you just have to look. Ostin and I lived just two doors from each other in the same apartment building. "I'll knock on your door when I get home." "Want to come over and play Halo?" Ostin asked. After the final bell rang, Ostin and I walked to our lockers, which were next to each other. I had no idea that it wasn't even close to being over. That Wednesday felt like one of the longest days in school ever.