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YOU’RE BACK. GOOD.

NOW LET’S START TRAINING

YOU FOR YOUR LIFE AS A

SECRET AGENT. WHAT? YOU

WANT TO KNOW WHEN YOU GET

TO LEARN THE COOL STUFF.

YOU MEAN LIKE JUMPING OUT

OF A BURNING PLANE, FIRING

A BAZOOKA WHILE RIDING A

JET SKI, AND KNOCKING A BAD

GUY OUT WITH A KARATE CHOP

TO THE NECK? WHOA . . . SLOW

DOWN THERE, BUDDY. FIRST,

LET’S FOCUS ON A BASIC SKILL

EVERY SPY MUST KNOW: THE

ABILITY TO READ AND WRITE

SECRET MESSAGES.

SOUNDS EASY, HUH?

WE’LL SEE. THIS IS

A LITTLE SOMETHING

WE CALL THE ALPHABET.

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

HOPEFULY, YOU RECOGNIZE

IT. AND THIS IS A LITTLE

SOMETHING WE CALL

A CIPHER CODE.

T D N U C B Z R O H L G Y V F P W I X S E K A M Q J

EACH LETTER IN THE

ALPHABET CORRESPONDS TO

THE LETTER IN THE CIPHER

CODE PRINTED BENEATH IT.

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z



T D N U C B Z R O H L G Y V F P W I X S E K A M Q J

SO I’M GOING TO SEND

YOU A VERY SENSITIVE

AND SECRET MESSAGE

WRITTEN IN CIPHER CODE.

THEN IT’S YOUR JOB TO

TRANSLATE IT INTO OUR

ALPHABET. YOU READY?

AGAIN, THIS MESSAGE

IS JUST FOR YOU.

YOU MIGHT WANT TO GRAB A PIECE OF PAPER TO WRITE DOWN YOUR ANSWER.

SRC XYCGG FB QFEI BCCS OX YTLOVZ YC NIQ

LISTEN, SOMEBODY HAD TO

SAY SOMETHING. YOU CAN’T

BE A SPY WITH THAT KIND

OF FUNK. THE BAD GUYS

WILL SMELL YOU

A MILE AWAY.

OH, GOOD JOB ON THE

CIPHER, TOO . . . STINKY.

Albert looked down at the business card. Then he looked up at the abandoned entrance of the South Arlington Botanical Garden. The garden had been closed to all but vermin for nearly a decade. Albert had visited many times as a child. The place had once been glorious, but now was overgrown and wild. Someone had vandalized the gate, pulling it off its hinges and leaning it against a wall. Anyone could walk inside.

“This can’t be the place,” Albert said. He looked at the business card once more. There was no mistake.

He wondered if he was the victim of some elaborate hoax. There were people at Big Planet Comics whom he would call rivals. He had once gotten into a heated conversation with Ivan Purlman about whether Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, or Tim Drake was the better Robin to Bruce Wayne’s Batman. Could Ivan have decided to teach him a lesson by concocting this silly prank?

Albert always had trouble making friends, and his mama was to blame—Mama and her stupid plans. When he was just three months old, his mama had made a chart that plotted out his entire life. Some of the highlights were: wi

She pla

How her little baby would get to such personal success was a little hazy, so she paid close attention to what the other mothers on the block were pla

Each night, when Albert was ready for a good-night story, Mama would forgo Harry the Dirty Dog and Where the Wild Things Are in favor of Einstein’s theory of relativity or the latest article on climate change. She emptied his room of toys and filled it with alkaline test strips, microscopes, and fossils. She hung the periodic table of the elements on his wall and made a mobile for his crib featuring her favorite igneous rocks.

Holidays were just another opportunity to immerse the boy in his would-be career. Every Christmas, Albert would wake up early to find Santa had left a Bunsen burner or a petri dish filled with molds under the tree. On Easter, instead of searching for eggs, Albert hunted for test tubes that Mama had hidden throughout the yard. Halloween was a chance to dress up as different kinds of scientists. At seven Albert was a paleontologist carrying around a plastic dinosaur bone. At ten he went as a mineralogist dragging a lump of quartz from house to house. At twelve he went “trick-or-sleeting” as a meteorologist. It didn’t seem to matter to Mama that each year her son’s costume was nearly identical to the previous year’s.

By Albert’s thirteenth birthday, Mama finally realized what her son’s true calling was—computer science. Her revelation had nothing to do with anything he had mentioned or hinted at. In fact, Albert had shown very little interest in computers, but his mother saw the kind of money a computer mogul made and gave her son a laptop computer for his birthday.