The Secret War

by Matt Myklusch

  ALSO BY MATT MYKLUSCH

  THE ACCIDENTAL HERO

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Myklusch, Matt.

  The secret war / by Matt Myklusch. — 1st Aladdin hardcover ed.

  p. cm.

  Sequel to: The Accidental Hero.

  Summary: Twelve-year-old Jack may be the Imagine Nation’s only hope of fending off

  a new Rüstov attack, with the help of his fellow superheroes-in-training,

  but the virus he carries, and Jonas’s suspicions, provide new complications.

  ISBN 978-1-4169-9564-7 (hardcover)

  [1. Superheroes—Fiction. 2. Virus diseases—Fiction. 3. Orphans—Fiction. 4. Fantasy.] I. Title.

  PZ7.M994Sec 2010

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  2010041779

  ISBN 978-1-4169-9566-1 (eBook)

  FOR JACK,

  WHO MAKES EVERY DAY AN ADVENTURE

  Contents

  Prologue: UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES

  Chapter 1: FIGHTING GRAVITY

  Chapter 2: SIDEKICKS

  Chapter 3: THE CLANDESTINE ORDER OF SECRETEERS

  Chapter 4: THE SMARTERNET

  Chapter 5: IN COGNITO

  Chapter 6: THE ROGUE SECRETEER

  Chapter 7: THE CIRCLE OF TRUST

  Chapter 8: THE FLYING SHIPYARDS

  Chapter 9: HYPNOVA

  Chapter 10: HOSTILE ENVIRONMENT

  Chapter 11: THE BATTLE OF GRAVENMURK GLEN

  Chapter 12: THE DAYS OF NO TOMORROW

  Chapter 13: THE LOST BOY

  Chapter 14: LAB PARTNERS

  Chapter 15: FAMILY BUSINESS

  Chapter 16: SECRET ALLIANCES

  Chapter 17: MIDKNIGHT MARAUDERS

  Chapter 18: THE PRISONER’S DILEMMA

  Chapter 19: BETRAYAL MOST FOUL

  Chapter 20: THE PROTOTYPE

  Chapter 21: BAD CONNECTIONS

  Chapter 22: UNINVITED GUESTS

  Chapter 23: THE VIRUS UNLEASHED

  Chapter 24: PLAYING THE MEMORY CARD

  Chapter 25: THE ROGUE REVEALED

  Chapter 26: GLAVE AND KHALIX

  Chapter 27: MELEE AT MOUNT NEVERTOP

  Chapter 28: THE COMEBACK

  Chapter 29: MOMENT OF TRUTH

  Chapter 30: THE FIFTH DAY

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  PROLOGUE

  Unintended Consequences

  The sun went down on Empire City and Jack locked all the doors to his apartment, then checked and rechecked the locks. He had work to do—important work—and he didn’t want any interruptions. Not now. Not when he was so close.

  Jack entered his lab and cut the lights to half power. He took a deep breath and looked around. Was he really going to do this? Part of him still couldn’t believe he was going through with it, but he was short on options and out of ideas. There simply wasn’t any other way for him to find out what he needed to know. Jack had learned a great many things since coming to the Imagine Nation, some of which he’d been happy to discover, and some of which he had not. Some things eluded him still, like the key to the secret Rüstov computer virus he’d been working all year to cure.

  Jack’s powers allowed him to talk to machines, and to control any machine once he understood its inner workings. The more he learned, the more powerful he became. Soon he would be strong enough to stop the Rüstov and their spyware virus once and for all. He was almost there.

  Jack was taking on a special research project he’d put off for way too long. Basic engineering and computer-programming studies could take him only so far. Jack needed to study a Rüstov system to figure out the final piece of the virus’s puzzle, and he knew exactly where to find one. It just so happened that it was located in the absolute last place he wanted to look. The answers Jack needed were right inside him.

  Jack lay down on an operating table and asked all the machines in his lab to please be quiet. At the moment he was interested in one machine and one machine only. Jack closed his eyes, took another deep breath, and let it out slowly. The time to act was now, before he lost his nerve. For the first time ever, Jack used his powers to reach out to his Rüstov parasite. A simple thought was all it took, but the result was rather complex.

  Talking to the Rüstov inside him wasn’t like talking to other machines, something Jack did every day. With the parasite something felt different. Jack’s mind and the Rüstov’s mind were connecting on a deeper level than he was used to. He could feel his own heart beat faster as he probed the connection, an eerie reminder that this wasn’t some machine separate from his body—it was a part of him. His skin crawled, but he pressed on. The information Jack needed was all there. He could see the parasite’s inner workings clearly, everything from the microscopic nanobots swimming through his bloodstream to the root of the infection, buried deep inside his heart. The Rüstov circuit architecture was disorganized, its code language haphazard and chaotic. It made Jack feel dizzy and nauseous, but he kept going, studying the alien system intently, until something broke his concentration.

  “Hello? Hello, can you hear me?”

  Jack stopped cold. He didn’t recognize the voice. None of the machines in his lab were talking. They were all being quiet, just as he’d asked.

  “You can …,” the voice said. “You can hear me, can’t you?”

  “Who said that?” Jack asked. “Who’s there?”

  At first the only answer was silence. Then the voice returned behind a chilling snicker. “You know who this is. It’s about time you and I got a chance to speak. We meet at last, eh, Jack?”

  Jack broke contact with the parasite immediately and sat up with a jolt. The lab was quiet and still. His heart was racing. Something inside him … something alien … had just woken up.

  CHAPTER

  1

  Fighting Gravity

  Jack hustled through the streets of Empire City with a baseball cap pulled down low on his head, the brim nearly covering his eyes. He was hoping to avoid being recognized, but he didn’t make it five blocks before a woman and her son stopped him on the street.

  “Excuse me,” the woman said. “I’m sorry to bother you but … are you Jack Blank?”

  Jack sighed and took off the baseball cap. Some things were no use fighting. “Yep. That’s me,” Jack said with a weary smile.

  The woman clapped her fingertips together as she bobbed up and down in a little happy dance. “I knew it!” she said. “I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!” Jack shot nervous glances
to his left and right, looking to see if anyone else had noticed her and, by extension, him. The woman seemed to pick up on this and quickly regained her composure. “I’m sorry, I never do this. Ever. But do you think I could trouble you for an autograph?” she asked. “For my son?”

  A redheaded boy about Jack’s age, maybe a little younger, smiled eagerly up at Jack and held out a notebook and pen. “Sure,” Jack said, reaching out to take them both. The woman and her son looked slightly familiar to Jack, but he couldn’t quite place them, so he kept the autograph simple and just signed his name. He handed back the notebook and continued on his way, but the celebrity sighting had not gone unnoticed. Jack had to sign a few more autographs and take pictures with another half dozen or so people before he could finally break away, shaking his head in wonder at how much his life had changed in the past year. He had gone from unwanted orphan to suspected alien spy to national treasure. It still amazed Jack how normal it now seemed to live in a city filled with superheroes, ninjas, androids, and aliens. As crazy as it sounded, he’d gotten used to all that fairly quickly. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to fame, though. Especially not his kind of fame, which he considered to be completely undeserved. None of Jack’s fans knew the whole story about him.

  Jack was grateful for the friends he’d made since coming to the Imagine Nation—people who didn’t give him any special treatment. The general public might have already considered him a great hero, but Jack knew he still had a lot to learn on that front. His teachers knew it too, which was why he still had to attend regular classes with his friends, or, in the case of the School of Thought, irregular classes.

  School of Thought classes didn’t take place in a single building or according to a standard schedule. They were taught by the Inner Circle, the most powerful heroes in Empire City, a group that was also charged with governing and defending the Imagine Nation. Jack’s teachers were the guardians of the secret roaming island where all the fantastic and unbelievable things on Earth originated.

  They could hardly be expected to run their school according to some arbitrary schedule. Stendeval, the oldest member of the Inner Circle and the only living person who knew all of Jack’s secrets, always said that life didn’t happen according to a schedule. The world was a classroom. Life was an education. Classes met whenever the Inner Circle called for them, and took place wherever they saw fit to teach. That morning Jack’s lessons were being taught in SeasonStill Park.

  SeasonStill was the unique park at the center of Empire City where the winds of all four seasons blew at the same time. Jack broke into a slight jog as he made his way there. The simultaneous convergence of all four seasons produced something exciting and unique, even by Empire City’s standards: Waiting for Jack in the heart of the park was one of the world’s most inviting and alluring wonders—Gravity Grove.

  Gravity Grove existed outside of the standard four seasons. The grove was a featherwisp tree orchard surrounded in equal measure by Summershore Stretch, Winterwind Way, Spring Falls, and Fall Springs. The singular temperature created by such a unique enclosure created the one-of-a-kind climate in which a featherwisp tree could grow. Featherwisps were gigantic trees with thick, black trunks curving up into the sky, and long, strong limbs that wove into and around the arms of neighboring trees like fingers in folded hands.

  The tree’s dark black branches were empty save for the bright fuchsia featherwisp blooms. These very special flowers lined the trees’ branches like cherry blossoms, with thick petals that fell up, not down. Featherwisp blooms didn’t care much for the laws of gravity and saw that it was suspended in and around their general vicinity. The presence of so many blossoms in one place created a full-fledged antigravity zone in the center of the park. The flowers were attached to the trees in such great numbers that they would have lifted the entire orchard up into the air if not for each tree’s powerful roots. Complex networks of strong roots dug into the soil like iron claws. Gravity Grove wasn’t going anywhere.

  Jack arrived at the center of the park and found the others high up in the trees overhead. He reached up to the lower branches of the closest featherwisp tree. Even the lowest branch was still too high to reach, but the lightest of jumps, just a little flick of his ankles really, was all it took to get up there. Gravity, or a lack thereof, did the rest. At the apex of Jack’s first jump, just at the point where he should’ve started going back down, he kept rising, levitating the rest of the way up to the branch. When he got there, he grabbed the tree’s limb with both hands and pushed down. With a whoosh he soared upward toward the others. Featherwisp blooms drifted up into the sky all around him as he flew up to join his classmates.

  On his way up Jack saw that today his class would be taught by Hovarth, the warrior king of Varagog Village, and Chi, the sensei Circleman of Karateka. The two Circlemen couldn’t have looked more different. Hovarth was a burly mountain of a man, covered with furs and chain mail. He carried multiple swords, axes, and knives. In the grove they all floated weightlessly while strapped onto his back and belt. Chi was a slender ninja with a graceful athletic build who wore a simple karate gi and carried no weapons. A master of countless lost styles of martial arts, Chi was a weapon all by himself.

  Jack always looked forward to Chi’s and Hovarth’s classes. Their tests were generally the equivalent of a superpowered gym class, stressing physical fitness, endurance, and hand-to-hand combat. It was school, but it was fun, too. That was the Inner Circle’s trick to keeping students thinking about their lessons long after class was over. The School of Thought followed a demanding curriculum that ran students through a grueling mental and physical gauntlet, but Jack had to admit, it was a pretty exciting ride. School of Thought students got to do a lot of cool stuff, the combination of which taught them not just skills, facts, and figures, but a new way of thinking, a philosophy of heroism that Jack and his classmates took with them everywhere they went.

  “Jack! Good of you to finally join us,” Hovarth shouted when Jack reached the top of the tree. The Varagog king floated in midair, while Chi and the students all hopped around from branch to branch.

  “I’m sorry, Hovarth,” Jack said. “I got stopped like six times for autographs on the way here.”

  “No excuses,” Hovarth said. “You should be used to that sort of thing by now. How do you expect to handle yourself battling supervillains if you can’t even handle a crowd of starstruck admirers?”

  Jack apologized again and went to join his classmates. There was no arguing with Hovarth. Jack had been stopped for autographs hundreds of times over the last year and could have been on time if he’d simply left for class earlier. The real reason Jack was late had nothing to do with his fans. The truth was, he’d been distracted and rattled ever since he’d connected with his parasite. When it came time for this class, he’d almost forgotten entirely.

  “No matter,” Chi said. “You’ve penalized yourself with your lateness. You’re it.”

  A huge flying object rushed past Jack, sending him spinning head over heels as if he were strapped into a gyroscope. He reached out wildly, struggling for something to grab hold of. When he finally steadied himself, he saw a giant flying serpent with a long, winding body weaving through the trees. It had wild eyes and flowing whiskers and looked like a paper dragon from a parade come to life. The dragon carried a small Asian boy named Zhi Long, a young student from Karateka who had recently been named to a seat in the School of Thought. Zhi was a year behind Jack’s class and was the only student admitted in his age group. He had the power to summon seven different mystical Chinese dragons into battle.

  “Sorry, Jack,” Zhi said, circling back around. “I couldn’t help myself. It’s not every day you get to buzz the great Jack Blank.”

  “Hello, Zhi,” Jack grumbled. “I didn’t realize you’d be in our class today.”

  “Keep your eyes up, lad!” Hovarth called out from the sidelines. “Always be aware of your surroundings. Don’t think you know the battlefield �
�� know you know the battlefield!”

  Jack nodded and looked around, spotting Allegra, the silver-skinned Valorian girl who was probably his best friend in Empire City, and Skerren, the young swordsman from Varagog Village. He also saw Trea, a School of Thought student who was one year his senior. Just like Zhi, Trea was the only student in her year, but in her case it was because the other students in her class had all dropped out. Trea came from Hightown and was something of an “on-demand triplet.” She had the ability to split into three separate individuals, each with a different, extreme aspect of her personality. Trea One, who went by T1 for short, was always supersmart but had a huge ego. The second Trea, T2, was incredibly strong but dim-witted. The last one, T3, was a wild card. Jack had seen her be hyper, happy, mean, depressed, silly, and more. He knew that anything was possible when it came to her. Chi was trying to teach her to balance her multiple selves, but so far it seemed she wasn’t there yet.

  “What do you mean, I’m it?” Jack asked Chi.

  The ninja master of Karateka fitted an arrow with a long blue ribbon tied to its end into his bow. He drew back the string and fired the arrow into a tree trunk far below the floating students. “The tree with the arrow represents safety. Students! Your goal is to get to the arrow before Jack can tag you out. Whoever can reach the arrow first, wins.” Chi paused and looked at the students hovering in place. “Begin!” he ordered with a clap of his hands.

  The moment Chi’s hands came together, three more dragons ripped through the grove, looping through the air like roller-coaster cars. They swirled around Jack, each of them missing him by mere inches. Their scaly, snakelike bodies glowed in bright reds, yellows, and oranges. Zhi’s dragons did his bidding, and he was using them to throw Jack off his game pretty effectively.

  “C’mon!” Jack shouted. “There’s nothing up here for me to use my powers on. This isn’t fair.”

  Hovarth laughed. “Combat doesn’t care about fair and unfair, Jack. Battles go on either way. You have to be ready for them, with or without your powers.”