Every year the futuristic school, Cragbridge Hall, holds its most popular tournament--the Race: a series of challenges that range throughout the school and require the use of its amazing inventions like its holographic time machine! But this year is different. Rather than a monetary or academic reward, this year's winner will be the recipient of a carefully guarded school secret: a secret that could prove both powerful and dangerous. Afraid that the secret may be one of their Grandfather's inventions, Abby and Derick gather several friends and enroll. But when Derick gets a mysterious message from the future, the team of friends must figure out how to succeed even when they know they are destined to fail. The stakes have never been higher. A page-turning, time-travel adventure that teaches powerful lessons about choice and consequence, believing you can do hard things, and valuing our history.
About the Author
Chad Morris would love to be able to control animal avatars, see history in 3D, and show everyone how he imagines stories. Since the inventions that would make that possible currently exist only in his imagination, he settles for reading, writing, playing basketball, rappelling down an occasion slot canyon, dating his wife, and hanging out with his five awesome kids. Chad speaks Portuguese, can play the Phineas and Ferb theme song on the guitar, and does decent impressions of a velociraptor and Voldemort--but not at the same time. He isn't very good at fixing his car, shopping for anything, cooking, or growing hair.
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CHAPTER 1: THE BACK-UP PLAN With a flick of a finger, the mercenary's gun barrel emerged from his tan sleeve and aligned with his index finger. He pointed it at a woman tied and gagged in the corner. She shifted on the dirt ground, trying to get comfortable. Beneath her blindfold she couldn't see the gun. "Nao quero esperar mais," the mercenary said. The hostage froze. A short man with a fat stomach and a patchy beard stood up and waved his hands to stop the gunman. Abby triggered her translator. It was hard to spy when you couldn't understand what the people were saying. She had been ready to intervene if the bearded man hadn't stopped the gunman, but as long as they stayed calm, she wanted to see if she could get any valuable information. Her translator recognized the Portuguese and narrated in English in the small speaker in her ear. "Put that away," the man with the patchy beard commanded. "I'm tired of waiting," the gunman in the tan shirt replied and sent his barrel back into his sleeve. He opened the door to the small cinderblock house and light flooded in. Abby had to blink several times to get used to it. The man peered out at a dirt trail. It didn't look like anyone else lived within miles. "Shouldn't Muns have told us whether to kill her or let her go by now?"