He turned the cup nervously in his hands. “He writes that he’s planning to make the device based partly on the workings of the Antikythera. And then it says ‘machina fini mundi.’”
Atticus blinked a few times and swallowed hard. “It means ‘machine for the end of the world.’ Otherwise known as a doomsday device.”
He looked up at Jake, his expression almost pleading — as if maybe his big brother could make it all go away.
“The Vespers have been stealing plans and parts to make Archimedes’ doomsday device.”
Amy pressed her hands to her temples, hard, but she couldn’t stop the visions of massive disasters parading through her mind. Earthquakes, tsunamis, collapsing skyscrapers and highway bridges, raging fires. Hordes of people running and screaming, bloodied from injuries, blank-eyed in shock and desperation. Dead bodies tangled in mass graves, or clogging rivers, or laid out in endless lines under shrouds . . .
That’s what I’ve done. That’s what I’ve given them the ability to do.
Amy felt the burning acid of bile rise in her throat.
“The ‘final piece,’” she said, choking out the words. “Grace’s ring. The last thing they needed to finish the doomsday device. And I just gave it to them.”
She had traded the lives of thousands, maybe millions of innocent strangers, for five of her family and friends.
Five.
If she had known about the doomsday device, would she have given up the ring? Or would she have hung on to it, hidden it, maybe even destroyed it, to save the rest of the world — losing Nellie and Fiske and the others forever?
The blister on her neck seemed to be pulsing; she’d been picking at it again. She gave it yet another scratch.
It burst.
A tiny painful explosion of blood and pus left a loose flap of skin, with the tender flesh underneath exposed and raw.
Oblivious to the wound that was seeping drops of blood onto her collar, Amy rose from her chair and walked toward the door of the coffee shop — not the door to the hotel lobby, but the one that opened onto the street.
Jake got up and followed her. He reached for her hand, but she shook him off without looking at him.
She pushed open the door and stepped outside. It was chilly, and she wasn’t wearing a jacket, but she didn’t feel the cold.
Cold didn’t stand a chance against the horror and despair she was drowning in. There was no safe place left, not inside herself, not anywhere in the world.
Amy turned and ran. Dodging pedestrians, crossing streets and turning corners randomly, leaving a trail of honking cars in her wake, she kept running.
Running anywhere, as long as it was away.
Jake came back to the table. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at Amy’s empty chair. “She didn’t take her phone,” he said. It was on the table.
The concern in his eyes was a reflection of Dan’s own worry. Dan picked up the phone, and the three boys went up to their rooms.
“Pack your things,” Dan said. “We’re going to Attleboro. As soon as she gets back.”
She will come back, he told himself fiercely.
Dan called Evan, who told him there was still no progress on the location of the hostages.
“Keep going,” Dan said.
What other choice was there?
Evan wanted to talk to Amy, but Dan told him the truth: that she was in no shape to speak to anyone. Then he asked Evan to check on the quickest way for them to travel to Attleboro.
“Make the reservations or whatever and then text me,” Dan said and hung up.
He felt as calm as he had ever felt in his life. It was a weird kind of calm, as if everything inside him had crystallized into a cold-eyed clearheadedness. He didn’t feel a single shred of doubt: The Vespers had made the decision for him.
There was only one possible way to combat a doomsday device.
Dan picked up his backpack, went into the bathroom, and locked the door. He took out a cardboard box, opened it, and removed a smaller Styrofoam packing case.
The case protected a test tube filled with a cloudy amber liquid, the result of three hours of work — undetected by Amy or the Rosenblooms — at the Columbia chemistry lab. Dan uncapped the test tube carefully and stared into the depths of the solution.
No one else dies on my watch.
He poured the mixture into a glass and toasted himself in the mirror.
“Here we go, Dad,” he said. “Cheers.”
Without hesitation, Dan raised the test tube to his lips and drank.
Sneak Peek
The race to stop the Vespers continues with more dangerous heists to perform, historic treasures to find, and hidden traitors to unmask. Stay one step ahead of your enemy and help save the kidnapped Cahills by following Amy and Dan's next adventure.
Turn the page for a sneak peek! (Just keep your eyes peeled for Vesper spies . . .)
The etched glass goblet sat on an exquisite marble countertop. The countertop was in the bathroom of a luxurious hotel room. The hotel room was in New York City, where luxurious hotel rooms are fairly common. The goblet looked like a reproduction antique that one might find in an eight-hundred-dollar-a-night deluxe room at the Ritz-Carlton.
Only the goblet wasn’t a beautiful reproduction. The hotel hadn’t placed it there. Someone else had.
And the goblet wasn’t empty. It was, in fact, about to be used.
The boy reached down and gripped the goblet. In it was the potion he’d completed, a mass of reddish-green liquid that pooled in the glass container like a deadly slime about to be unleashed on the world — a description that was not so far off the mark. He lifted the goblet and touched it to his lips, and then tipped it back. The contents slipped past his lips, entered his mouth, and washed down his throat and into his belly. He gave a small shudder as the foul concoction landed firmly in his gut and his taste buds roared their disapproval.
Dan Cahill wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand, a hand that was beginning to shake. He set the goblet down on the counter. He had selected the ornately carved goblet because what he had just done was a momentous act, and he had wanted to do it in style.
He had thought long and hard before doing what he had just done. But Dan ultimately had decided that this was the only way. He walked into the living room of his suite and sat down in a plush chair, his focus completely on the empty goblet, which he could just make out through the open door. He cast his mind back to the time he had spent at Columbia University, more specifically in the science lab there. That’s where, with the help of an Ekat scientist, he had manufactured this serum. Or the serum, rather. There was no other one like it in the world.
It hadn’t been easy. Normally, creating the serum would require lots of time, money, and a lab beyond even what was available at Columbia. But Dan had been obsessed with producing the serum for a long time. Thus he had figured out some shortcuts in how to process it. He had always thought he might have to make the stuff while on the road. And, as it turned out, he’d been right.
He stared down at his hands. He had a reasonable idea of how long the interaction would take. Yet he was unsure of exactly what the transformation would be.
Will I turn into something like the Hulk? Big and green and possibly psycho?
A sense of panic started to leach into his brain, working its way down his spine, neuromuscular messages firing off to the rest of his body like an old-timey telegraph operator performing his dots-and-dashes SOS.
Am I in trouble? What did I just do? But what choice did I have?
Dan and his sister, Amy, had just handed their arch-nemesis the last elements needed to build a device that might end the world. And that outcome had taken a large psychological toll on both of them, but especially Amy. Dan and Amy had been through a lot, but Dan had never seen his sister withdraw like she had over the last twenty-four hours. He wasn’t even sure that she could continue on as the leader of the Cahills. And if she couldn’t, who could?
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Maybe me. Maybe I’m it.
So really, what choice did I have?
The answer was painfully obvious.
None.
So he sat and waited for the serum to bring him the physical strength of a superhero and the turbocharged mental prowess of a thousand Einsteins. He could almost sense the power wave rushing at him. He stood and looked in a mirror bolted to the wall. He did this not simply because he wanted to see the transformation as it was happening. He also wanted to do this because Dan Cahill was about to disappear forever. He wanted to see himself one last time, before he became something else irreversibly.
There was also the other thing. He had no idea what the serum would really do to him. It might end up killing him. Only one person had ever taken the stuff, and that had been over five centuries ago. What Dan desperately wanted — indeed, the only reason why he had gathered the necessary ingredients and concocted the formula — was to have the serum convey on him extraordinary powers, both physically and intellectually, with which to fight and beat the Vespers. But they might come at an enormous cost. It might be that the human body was not built to contain such forces, at least not for long. But Dan didn’t need to be super forever. He just needed it long enough to defeat the Vespers, rescue the hostages, and save the world.
It was a short, though substantial, bucket list.
I am willing to die for this. He mouthed the words, so he could see himself saying them in the mirror. This is the end for me. It was heady stuff for a thirteen-year-old with his whole life ahead of him.
Well, my life just got a whole lot shorter. But it’s okay. It will be worth it.
He felt noble. He felt right.
He also felt nothing happening.
He stared more closely at the mirror. Same hair, same height, same bone structure. His skin was not turning green. He did not look the least bit psycho. Massive muscles were not plating themselves on top of his normal ones. He checked his watch. Twenty minutes had passed. And nothing. Something was wrong. Something was terribly freaking wrong. Had he not done the formula correctly? Had one of his shortcuts ruined the whole process? But he’d been sooo careful.
Right then she stepped from the shadows thrown by a bulky armoire set against a far corner of the room.
His sister, Amy, sixteen years old and the de facto leader of the Cahill clan, looked back at him. She was tall and pretty and unbelievably smart. And she could kick butt, too. Dan loved her. Admired her. Looked up to her. But he was also her younger brother, so it was sort of his job to make her life slightly miserable from time to time.
But Amy was a shade of her former self. Before, she had been so resilient. She had taken blow after blow and come back strong. But this time was different. Now Amy had crawled in a shell that seemed so thick and strong she might never be free of its embrace. Dan was surprised that she had even come out of her room.
“What’s up, Amy?” he said casually, sliding over and trying to block her view of the goblet through the opening into the bathroom. “You feeling better?”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Sorry about what?”
“For acting like a wuss. For crawling inside myself because it seemed like the Vespers had won. But I’m back now, Dan. I’m ready to take up the fight. I won’t let you and the others down like that again. This is a fight we all have to finish, and we’re going to do it together.”
Dan couldn’t keep from smiling. This was the Amy he had been waiting for. No matter how tough things got, she always came back. But then he felt immediate guilt and more than a little panic. He’d already taken the serum.
As though reading his mind, she quickly moved to the side and glanced at the goblet through the bathroom doorway and then at her brother. Her look was a guilty one, yet her lips were set in a firm line. Dan sensed that she was about to make his life miserable.
She said in a halting voice, “I couldn’t let you do it, Dan. I just couldn’t.”
It took a long moment for Dan to process her words. When he finally did, he blurted out, “What did you do?”
“I found out what you were doing at Columbia. So when you were busy in your bedroom I slipped in the bathroom and substituted a puree of beets, brussels sprouts, and collard greens for the serum in the goblet. I poured the real serum down the drain,” she said, her voice sounding even guiltier. “I couldn’t let you do it. You could die.”
Dan looked aghast. “A puree of beets, brussels sprouts, and collard greens? Were you trying to poison me?”
“Oh, come on. I was pretty sure the real serum would taste bad, so I couldn’t exactly make it taste like a Dairy Queen Blizzard.”
“We’re all going to die now, thanks to you,” snapped Dan.
“No, we’re not. There’s another way.”
“There is no other way,” Dan shouted, his eyes wet with tears. “I was prepared to do this, Amy. I wanted to do this. I was willing to die. I made the choice. Do you know how hard that was? And now, because of you, it was for nothing!”
She drew closer to him but did not reach out to him, sensing perhaps that this gesture would be unwelcome. “You are so brave, Dan. A lot braver than I am.”
“Don’t say stuff to try and make me feel better,” her brother shot back. “It won’t work.”
“I need you, Dan. I need you with me.” She pointed to the goblet. “It can do things to your mind. We both know that once you take the serum all bets are off. You might end up doing the very opposite of what you planned. It’s just too dangerous.”
“It was our only shot.” Dan collapsed on the couch and touched his forehead to his knees. “It was the only way, Amy,” he moaned. “And you ruined it.”
She sat next to him and put an arm around his quaking shoulders. “No, it’s not the only way. I told you, I’m back. I’m ready to take on the Vespers again. But I need your help.”
He glanced up and eyed her suspiciously. “Are you telling me you really have a plan?”
“Look.” She held up her phone. “I just got an e-mail from Ian and Evan. They’ve found out something extraordinary. In fact, it might be the very lead we need to beat the Vespers. It’s one of the reasons why I came out of my room. It’s why I think we have a shot.”
“What is it?”
She drew a deep breath and said, “Isabel Kabra is Vesper Two.”
Dan looked dumbstruck. “Not Vesper One?”
“No, at least not yet. I think we both know that playing second fiddle to anyone is not what Isabel is about. And Evan also hacked into her private jet’s flight plans.” She paused and added dramatically, “Isabel is flying to DC.”
Dan sat up straighter. The tears were gone from his eyes and he fully focused on his sister. “Washington? Why?”
“That’s what we have to find out. That’s why I’ve called a meeting.”
“A meeting? With who?”
There was a knock on the hotel room door. Amy rose, checked the peephole, and opened it. Atticus and Jake Rosenbloom were standing there. Atticus was close to Dan’s age and short. Jake was eighteen, tall, and good-looking.
“Them,” said Amy. “So are you with me, Dan?”
Dan stood up and walked toward her, his anger at his sister gone.
“I’m with you, sis. To the end.”
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Table of Contents
Scorpion
Stop the Vespers!
Title Page
Dedication
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
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