Restricted Access by Victor Appleton (English) Paperback Book

Description: Restricted Access by Victor Appleton Includes an excerpt from The virtual vandal. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Tom and his friends are trapped in a quarantine lockdown in this third novel in Tom Swift Inventors Academy—perfect for fans of The Hardy Boys or Alex Rider. Tom has always tried to play down his pseudo celebrity status at the academy. So, the last thing he wants is for a reporters son to follow him around for an article on the school. When this extends to one of the biggest field trips of the year—an overnight lock-in at Swift Enterprises—Tom couldnt be less pleased. With his new shadow in tow, Tom expects the night to be uneventful at best. But when the facility suddenly goes into quarantine mode, the overnight lock-in turns into a building-wide lockdown. Tom and his friends are left trapped in their respective rooms, with no way to communicate the outside world. As they make their way through the facility using methods that are a little more…creative…than normal, Tom and his friends start realizing that there is more to this quarantine than meets the eye. But with no way to call for help, its up to them to not only escape, but also find out what—or who—is behind the lockdown. Author Biography Victor Appleton is the author of the classic Tom Swift books. Excerpt from Book Chapter 1: The Interrogation Frustration 1 The Interrogation Frustration I PADDED DOWN THE STAIRS as quietly as possible. I slid one hand down the handrail with the other steadying the backpack slung over my shoulder. I tried to keep my school supplies from rattling, a sound that might give away my position. Luckily, school was already out for the day, and I didnt run into any other students along the way. Im sure I looked as if I was up to something--which I was, of course. When I reached the first floor, I peeked into the main hallway. Only a few students were in sight. A couple milled by lockers and one shuffled toward the front door. There was no sign of him , though. I took a deep breath and stepped out. I kept a brisk but quiet pace as I made my way to the center of the building. Once at the main intersection, I could turn left toward the front entrance or I could turn right and head out through the back door. My plan, such as it was, was to take a right. I mentally kicked myself for not coming up with a real plan. Instead of waiting behind in Engineering class, it wouldve been so much easier to leave after the final bell rang. Then I could simply blend in with the crowd of exiting students. Now I was out in the open, exposed. As I neared the main junction, I could see into the hallway leading to the front entrance. I skidded to a stop. There he was. Inside the school. The tall man wore a dark blue blazer and jeans. His back was to me as he peered into the chess teams trophy case. I exhaled and slowly began moving again. I shuffled down the corridor toward him. If I could just make it to the junction without being spotted, I could turn right and duck out through the back doors. Unfortunately, he must have spotted my reflection in the glass case. The man spun around as soon as I was near. "Tom!" He held up a hand. His gray-speckled beard stretched across his face as he grinned. I nodded and sighed. I hitched up my backpack, gave a weak smile, and walked over to him. "Sorry." I jutted a thumb back down the hall. "I was just... uh..." "It doesnt matter, youre here now," said Mr. Kavner. He ushered me toward the front door. "Lets sit on the front steps. Get some air." Steven Kavner was a friend of my fathers. Normally, not someone Id want to avoid. But he was also a journalist who wanted to interview me for a story. That was something that I wished I could avoid. Mr. Kavner and I sat on one of the long cement steps. "State your name, please," he said. I cocked my head a little. "But... you already know my name." Mr. Kavner grinned. He tapped the tiny body cam poking out of the front pocket on his blue blazer. "Yeah, but just for the record." I sighed. "Tom Swift Junior." "Great," said Mr. Kavner. "And where do you go to school?" I glanced up at the schools name stretching across the building above us. He just pointed to the small camera again. "The Swift Academy of Science and Technology," I replied. Mr. Kavner nodded. "Tell me a little about your school." I squirmed a bit and sighed again. "Well, its a special school where we get to learn advanced subjects, create our own inventions, and go on cool field trips. Stuff like that." I knew I was really underselling it. The academy was way more than that. Advanced subjects? How about aerodynamics and engineering to go along with algebra and history. Create our own inventions? It wouldnt be unusual to see robots or drones zipping through the halls. I would know; I piloted some of them. And as far as cool field trips were concerned, last year the eighth graders had a lock-in at the Wesley Observatory. Shandra Watts even discovered a comet. Yeah, I knew my description didnt do the school justice, and Mr. Kavner knew it too. He rolled his eyes. "Gee, Tom," he said with a wide grin. "I couldnt help but notice that you and your school share the same name." I rubbed the back of my neck and shifted a bit on the hard step. "Yeah, my dad founded the school with the profits from his company, Swift Enterprises." Of course, Mr. Kavner was well aware of this, too. After all, he and my father had gone to college together. They had even worked on some inventions together. But I guess somewhere along the way, Mr. Kavners interests had changed. The only reason I had agreed to the interview was because he was a friend of my fathers. The thing is, Im not too thrilled to share my name with the school. Dont get me wrong, Im proud of my father and his accomplishments, especially the school. But all Ive ever wanted was to be treated like any other student. And now I was the subject of a news story that would do the exact opposite. Needless to say, I really didnt want to be here. "Can you tell me about your upcoming lock-in at Swift Enterprises?" Mr. Kavner asked. I winced as a couple of fellow students exited the building. They gave us curious glances. "Actually, can we finish this another time?" I said as I slowly stood. "My friends and I have to test something were working on." Mr. Kavners eyes lit up. "A new invention?" He sprang to his feet. "Can I see?" Oh boy. That was the wrong thing so say to a journalist. I held out a hand. "Whoa, uh... its not done yet. And its not mine. Im just helping. But when its ready, sure." His shoulders drooped. "Oh, okay." He reached up and pressed a button on the side of his body cam. "So, well pick it up tomorrow?" I snatched up my backpack and bolted for the main door. "You bet!" I called back to him. I felt a little bad brushing off Mr. Kavner like that. But I felt a lot worse being the focus of his article. You see, the worst thing about attending a school with your name on it was... well... attending a school with your name on it. Everyone automatically assumes you get special treatment. And I mean everyone: teachers, students, you name it. So when I first started here, I did everything I could to prove that I was just a regular student. I didnt expect special privileges or easy As. And I certainly didnt go crying to my father when something didnt go my way. And let me tell you, my fathers default position would be to take a teachers side anyway. So you can imagine my surprise when he asked me to talk to his reporter friend. I made my way through the school and out the back door, and jogged down the sidewalk toward the track. The academy didnt have a track team or anything. We were more about our fencing team and killer chess team, but that didnt stop us from also having a state-of-the-art track. We mainly used it for running in gym class. Otherwise, the stadium only filled up when we had large outdoor assemblies where we watched fellow students launch model rockets, that sort of thing. The track was mostly deserted. A couple of students sat in the bleachers and someone was actually speeding around the track. My three friends had started without me. I set my pack down behind the two who were watching from the side. "What lap is this?" I asked. "This is her second one," replied Noah Newton. My best friend glanced down at his phone. His stopwatch app ticked away the seconds. "Shes not going as fast as shed hoped," said Amy Hsu. I dug through my pack and pulled out a small pair of binoculars. I uncapped the lenses and trained them on the girl zipping around the track. Samantha Watson came into focus. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she had traded out her glasses for her prescription sport goggles. The four of us made up the Formidable Foursome, as my dad liked to call us. Sam sped around the track on what looked like a Segway on each foot. Each of her sneakers was strapped onto a platform with a large wheel on either side, and each skate had its own gyroscope that kept it level. But unlike the Segway, there was no handle and it wasnt self-propelled. Sam operated them like regular roller skates or Rollerblades. They were also connected wirelessly, so if they moved too far away from each other, they would subtly turn back. In theory, it would be difficult to wipe out while wearing them. "Coming around the home stretch," Noah announced as Sam rounded the end of the track and headed toward us. Sam wore kneepads, elbow pads, wrist guards, and a helmet, but none of the safety gear seemed to slow her down. She pumped her legs and swung her arms like a speed skater racing toward the finish line. "Time!" Noah shouted as she zipped past us. He checked his phone. "One minute, point zero eight seconds." Amy looked up and to the right. We all knew this expression well. When Amy looked up and to the right, she was accessing her mental calculator. And when she looked up and to the left, she was looking at her internal clock. It was spooky how accurate she was. "Average speed," Amy said, "thirty-five kilometers per hour." "I know science is all about the metric system," said Noah. "But give me that in good old MPH, will ya?" Only a brief glance up and to the right this time. "Almost twenty-two miles per hour," Amy replied. "Wow," I said. "Impressive." "Still... too... slow," Sam said between breaths as she rolled up to us. "Its... this track." She had a point. I pressed a foot down and the track surface gave ever so slightly. See, this polyurethane track was made for running. It not on Details ISBN1534436367 Author Victor Appleton Pages 160 Audience Age 8-12 Publisher Simon & Schuster Series Tom Swift Inventors Academy Year 2019 ISBN-10 1534436367 ISBN-13 9781534436367 Format Paperback Imprint Aladdin Place of Publication New York, NY Country of Publication United States DEWEY 813.52 Language English Series Number 3 Illustrations f-c gloss UV cvr w-foil and emboss Publication Date 2019-10-22 NZ Release Date 2019-10-22 US Release Date 2019-10-22 UK Release Date 2019-10-22 AU Release Date 2019-11-30 Alternative 9781534436374 Audience Childrens (6-12) We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137910805;

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