After school, I went to the YMPA, in suspense about infiltrating the meeting with Matthew Lock and the TSA. It would be ingenious, but things could go very wrong.
I entered the briefing room, where everyone was already seated. I took my own seat by Tisiah, and to the left of me was Nikki.
She gave me a very sly look, though I didn't know what to do at that point. Mr. Drails looked at each and every one of us keenly before he started.
"Alright, now, after that bamboozle, we figured out Matthew Lock was never officially a part of the TSA. Only that they were protecting him, because he was going to sell them the virus. In fact, he is going to sell them the virus in Saudi Arabia."
"Figures," I muttered. He nodded, but gave me a quick side eye before he returned back to the group. "Now, if everyone can please look down at the table in front of us."
What?
What did he mean?
