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Overview
Three teen geniuses from diverse backgrounds must work together to stop a vicious warlord, protect their families, and save the world in this fast-paced sequel to Genius: The Game.
ON THE RUN!
Tunde: This fourteen-year-old self-taught engineering genius from Nigeria is in a race against time to save his village from a ruthless warlord.
Painted Wolf: This mysterious sixteen-year-old activist blogger and strategist from China is searching for a way to rescue her father from the corruption he's inadvertently been caught up in.
Rex: This sixteen-year-old Mexican-American has proven himself to be one of the best programmers in the world, only to be falsely accused of stealing billions of government secrets for the terrorist hacking group Terminal.
Pursued by the police, the FBI, and most dangerous of all, Kiran Biswas, visionary CEO and evil mastermind, three teen geniuses have to move fast and stay low as they race to find a missing brother, stop a vicious warlord, and save the world in Genius: The Con by Leopoldo Gout.
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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781250123404 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Feiwel & Friends |
| Publication date: | 08/01/2017 |
| Series: | Leopoldo Gout's Genius Series , #2 |
| Sold by: | Macmillan |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 352 |
| File size: | 45 MB |
| Note: | This product may take a few minutes to download. |
| Age Range: | 12 - 17 Years |
About the Author
A visual artist, filmmaker, and writer who hails from Mexico City, LEOPOLDO GOUT studied sculpture at Central St. Martins School of Art in London. His work belongs to multiple collections and has been in exhibitions all over the world. After finishing his studies, Gout’s creativity extended into writing, television, and film. He is the author of the books Ghost Radio and the award-winning Genius YA trilogy, and the fable for all ages, Monarca.
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CHAPTER 1
TUNDE
Omo, please take my advice: Never jump from a moving train.
Outside of the physics related to falling and landing and rolling, there are a number of ridiculous hurdles one must overcome. The speed at which the train is traveling, the conditions of the ground onto which you are landing, the angle of your descent, these are only but a few. This is why the people who risk life and limb to jump from trains do it in a heartbeat. It is one of the few things in life in which the brain needs to be rerouted.
If you think about it, you will not do it.
It is na beanz, my friends.
So my advice to all who know me is, always use your brain.
After Painted Wolf and I broke my closest friend, Rex Huerta, from federal custody, we took the first train out of Boston and headed for New York. I will tell you, I was very anxious. I was sitting, in the very literal sense, on my own future.
The jammer, the piece of machinery I believed would save my family and my dear Akika Village, was just under my seat. My father told me at an early age that there is only one way to ensure you do not lose your most prized possessions — you must always have one hand on them. And so it was that I kept my hand on the jammer for the brief time we were on that commuter train.
Yet as this train rounded a bend and slowed to a manageable fifteen miles an hour, we pulled the emergency release on the hydraulic doors and jumped out into the midmorning cold.
One of my favorite concepts in physics is the first law as conceived by Sir Isaac Newton. It is very simple to understand and yet that is why it is so elegant.
Simplicity is always the hardest skill to master!
The first law is this: An object that is in motion will continue in motion at the same speed and in the same direction unless it is acted upon by another force.
In our case, the other force was the ground.
I landed with the jammer slamming up against my back. Painted Wolf was the most graceful. Rex don sakoro before he tumbled head over heels in the pea gravel just beyond the tracks. We were up and moving before we could feel the bruises.
Our timing was excellent. Only a half-mile distant we could see the by-now-familiar blue and red strobe lights of police vehicles. They were waiting for us at the next station. Seeing those cars instantaneously brought our actions into focus. The police wanted us, and we were running!
Running!
My friends, never in my life had I broken the law. I say this with confidence. I was an honest person, an upstanding member of my community. To break the law went against everything I believed and yet here I was. What we had done paled in comparison to the wrongs that had been committed against us!
I no just dey dive! My people, my entire village, were in the crosshairs of a madman. Rex was ruined, his name synonymous with the greatest cybercrime of the twenty-first century. Painted Wolf was concerned for the wellbeing of her entire family. The cards were stacked against us and the dealer was cheating.
This is why we ran, my friends. We were desperate.
We followed Painted Wolf from the train tracks toward a busy intersection where taxicabs whizzed by at incredible speeds. I assumed we might try to catch one. I was very wrong.
"There." She pointed to a bus packed with commuters at the station.
"Are you kidding?" Rex blurted. "We're still forty-two miles from New York!"
"They'll be looking for us running or on foot. Every cab on the street is going to get an alert. They'll be talking about us over the radio. We'll only get a few blocks. But no one is going to expect us to be on a bus."
1.1
The first step of any good escape plan is confusing your pursuers.
We knew there was simply no way we could outrun the police and FBI.
Not only were they highly mobile but they also had access to every aspect of public transportation. Step onto a bus and they could see us from the driver's-side mounted cams. Hide out in the subway and we would be picked up by facial-recognition software. Even walking down the street was fraught with peril, as the authorities had undertaken the highly unusual step of launching surveillance drones on U.S. soil. I tell you, omo, it was like we had stumbled into a war.
But we were not without our resources.
Namely, Painted Wolf!
As we ran toward the station, she pulled out a cell phone and began typing. Painted Wolf typed for three city blocks as Rex and I shook with anxiety that we would be spotted.
"What are you doing?" Rex asked her.
"We have to go," she said with a smile.
Omo, we wove like vipers in tall grass through the parked cars that ringed the station. Most of the police officers were inside, waiting for the train to arrive (surely it would be only minutes before they heard of our escape!), and those who were outside were distracted enough that they missed us make our way around the back of the station. Thank God, I saw no officers there.
Ah, but there was a good reason for that!
"Watch out!"
Painted Wolf motioned to the sky as Rex hustled me behind a parked car. Before I could ask him what had him so spooked, he pointed skyward. Three drones the size of dinner plates hovered a block away. As they moved toward us, I could hear the faint whine of their servos over the distant crash of traffic. My friends, though it was clear these things were likely looking for us, I was impressed. What amazing design! Even in the midst of running, I give big throwaway salute to technology!
"Think they've seen us?" Painted Wolf whispered.
"If they haven't, they will soon," Rex replied.
The drones spread out. Two of the clever machines hovered about fifty-five feet above the edges of the parking lot and one, seventy feet up, hovered over the middle. Just glancing at the bulbous 360-degree cameras on their bellies told me they would easily find us. And they would do it quickly.
"We need a diversion," Rex said. "I'll do it."
I held him back. "No. We bring them down."
"How?"
These Americans, so ready to leap into overdramatic action anytime the going gets tough! "I am going to turn on the jammer, of course."
Rex he dey shine a splufic smile!
The drone hovering a half block away on our side of the street whirred lower; it would be right overhead in a matter of seconds. I undid the locks on the jammer, and my fingers moved on automatic across the controls. I knew this machine inside and out! There was an anticlimactic silence as the jammer buzzed to life, but I knew that human ears could not pick up the signals it was generating.
The drones, however, could.
The one on our side of the lot was only twenty feet away when it suddenly plummeted, clattering to the pavement. The second and third drone dropped like stones soon afterward. One shattered; the other lost its rotors in an explosion of plastic. Ah, it was sad to see such refined engineering broken on the pavement.
"A waste," I said as I stood.
Rex grabbed me and pulled me back down. "Not so fast. Even though their GPS systems are jammed, their cameras could still be working."
"Let me handle it," Painted Wolf said.
With a wink to Rex, Painted Wolf pulled a laser pointer from her purse, then slowly, carefully, eased herself up over the hood of the parked car and aimed it at the nearest drone, targeting its camera eye. We were too far away to tell if the trick worked, but Painted Wolf hit the other drones with the laser, too.
Still, my friend Rex was not taking any chances.
He jumped up and ran to the nearest downed drone. When he got to it, Rex stomped it to bits! What a sight, to see those pieces spinning across the parking lot. Rex next made a beeline to the second drone and delivered the same treatment.
Finally, letting off all his steam, Rex crushed the third and last drone with a well-placed leap. Though I hate destruction, I will tell you, the crunch of the glass was incredibly satisfying!
1.2
We reached the bus only seconds before it lurched into gear.
This was no danfo!
Not only was the ride impeccably smooth but the interior was more like that of an airplane than a highway bus. With the bus half full, Rex and I sank into our seats near the back while Painted Wolf paid the driver. The other passengers, young people with too few bags and older people who were already fast asleep, largely ignored us as we settled in.
I did notice one young woman eyeing her cell phone and then glancing back at us. Was she taking photos? Checking her news feeds to see if we were the ones the police were looking for? The way her eyeballs darted from her cell screen to our faces told me we had to do something fast. Even though I may have been growing paranoid, who could blame me!
I told Rex and Painted Wolf to power off their cell phones. Then I switched on the jammer again and the bus instantly became a moving bubble of GPS failure. And more! As it had at the Game, the jammer wreaked havoc with every device receiving and generating electronic signals aboard. The young woman watching us restarted her phone, tapped it ruthlessly, and then finally put it away, completely flabbergasted.
I turned the jammer back off a few minutes later. I did not want to be responsible for any accidents. I figured the best use of the jammer was to turn it on and have it send out a very low disrupting signal every five minutes or so. The process would be laborious, but that way at least we would have the best of both worlds — a moving digital bubble that did not leave a trail of broken phones and equipment. This way, the phones would work but there would be no incoming or outgoing messages.
The bus made its way through traffic to the highway on-ramp. Passengers complained about lack of service, and though she had nothing to do with it, the bus driver actually turned around and apologized to everyone. She was a good person, and I did feel guilty about the situation.
But my guilt did not last that long, omo.
With the phones and tablet computers rendered momentarily inactive, the passengers were forced to do the unthinkable: They had to talk to each other or gaze out the window at the beautiful landscape surrounding us.
It is true that most of it was industrial — warehouses, refineries, factories — but, my friends, I believe that all human ingenuity is beautiful.
CHAPTER 2
CAI
I've never had a bus ride pass so quickly.
My mind was spinning.
I spent the time from Boston to Hartford mentally charting our course. We'd made the bus, but we'd also have to get off it and make it to Teo's apartment unseen. I didn't know New York City beyond maps I'd studied, so a lot of the moves I assumed we'd make were guesses — things that had worked in the past in Shanghai.
Every big city is a grid; the trick is finding the fastest way across it.
I spent the second hour figuring out the "what next" after we would hit Teo's apartment. If he was there, that meant a radically different approach than if he wasn't. Regardless, we had a flight to catch. I could come up with all sorts of ways to get us to the airport, but getting onto the plane would be the trickiest part.
Running would only get us so far.
If we were going to make it, I figured we'd need some help.
While Tunde was focused on the scenery blurring outside and giving us an occasional update on what we'd just sped by ("Did you see that petroleum refinery? No, I cannot believe you missed it! It was amazing!"), Rex was lost in his thoughts. Every now and then he'd tap away at a coding app he'd opened up on his cell phone and type out a few mathematical formulas.
"Brain never stops, does it?" I said, already knowing the answer.
"Helps me focus. I'm writing out programs we might need to use when we get to the airport. It's all potential, you know, like different signal blockers and masking tech. I've already got a police radio scanner application for both UHF and VHF channels. We are wanted felons after all."
I leaned over and glanced back down the highway.
"Right now, the only people tailing us are commuters."
"Look," Rex said, putting his cell phone down, "not all of us are infamous."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"I'm just not exactly used to running from the authorities. I mean this is insane. I've broken more laws in the past two days than in my entire life."
"It's not even noon," I joked. "I'm sure we'll break some more."
Rex didn't laugh. I elbowed him and winked over my sunglasses.
"It's funny," Rex said. "But I've just had this idea that finding Teo is going to fix things. Maybe it's like a big-brother complex or something. I'm sure psychologists have come up with a condition for it. We've got so much we need to fix, it'd be great to have his help."
He needed a pep talk. He needed to know we could do this.
"We're strong," I said. "Stronger than we've ever been. You got us here, all your hard work. You got us here and we're going to find your brother. But no matter what, you need to know that we can overcome whatever the world throws at us. You might not always have your brother, but you'll always have us."
"Good to have a friend like you, Wolf."
As Rex went back to coding and looking down at his cell, I knew what we needed to do. How we were going to get to Teo's apartment unseen.
"Guys, did you just see that junkyard!?" Tunde spun to us, eyes wide, fingers pointed outside. Rex and I looked at him skeptically.
"What?" he asked, shocked that we weren't as thrilled at looking at a scrap yard as he was.
"Tunde, focus. We're a bridge away from the city," I told them. "Good news is, I have a plan on how we're going to get to Teo's apartment and not be seen. Bad news is, I need you to turn off the jammer for a minute."
"Hang on," Rex said. "That's taking a huge risk. ..."
"Taking huge risks has gotten us this far, right? Hit the button, Tunde."
Tunde looked to Rex, then back to me, then nodded and shut the jammer off. Instantly, a dozen cell phones beeped and buzzed as messages and e-mails that had been backlogged came through. Everyone, even the driver, pulled out their cells and started reading and making calls.
I borrowed Rex's cell and sent a text message, then deleted it.
"You're planning something big," Rex said.
"I think you're going to like this."
2.1
The bus was swallowed up by the Port Authority Bus Terminal minutes later.
Though we couldn't see more than a sliver of the city surrounding us, I could feel its weight all around. Towering buildings and mobs of people — if we wanted to get lost, this would be a good place to do it. As soon as we stepped outside, Rex was on his cell mapping a route to Teo's apartment.
"Thirty minutes by subway," he said. "That's too long."
"Maybe we catch a ride," Tunde said, eyeing a line of taxicabs. "We certainly cannot be out walking the streets. From this corner I can see five surveillance cameras. They are on top of the buildings and some on the streetlights."
"We'll get to Teo's," I said, "but not in a cab or on the subway. Come on."
We merged into a passing group of tourists and followed them for two blocks. Rex was deliberately slouching behind the taller guys in the group; Tunde was in the lead, eyes wide, ready for anything. Nothing happened, but I could feel the tension when a helicopter passed overhead.
"Wolf, we close?" Rex asked, ready to run again.
"There," I said, pointing to a Chinese restaurant on the corner. "Our ticket."
It was called Hunan Palace.
We ducked inside and found the place filled with lunchtime customers. Most of them were Chinese, likely recent immigrants and their first-generation kids.
(Continues…)
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Table of Contents
Title Page,
Copyright Notice,
Dedication,
FBI Memo,
Part One — Surface Tension,
Chapter 1: Tunde,
Chapter 2: Cai,
Chapter 3: Rex,
Chapter 4: Tunde,
Chapter 5: Cai,
Chapter 6: Rex,
Part Two — Over the Wire,
Chapter 7: Tunde,
Chapter 8: Cai,
Chapter 9: Rex,
Chapter 10: Tunde,
Chapter 11: Cai,
Chapter 12: Rex,
Chapter 13: Tunde,
Chapter 14: Cai,
Chapter 15: Rex,
Chapter 16: Tunde,
Chapter 17: Cai,
Chapter 18: Rex,
Part Three — Ties That Bind,
Chapter 19: Tunde,
Chapter 20: Cai,
Chapter 21: Rex,
Chapter 22: Tunde,
Chapter 23: Cai,
Chapter 24: Rex,
Chapter 25: Tunde,
Chapter 26: Cai,
Chapter 27: Rex,
Acknowledgments,
About the Author,
Copyright,