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Authors: Victor Appleton
Into the Abyss (Tom Swift, Young Inventor)
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INTO THE ABYSS
By Victor Appleton
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Library of Congress Control Number 2005935356
ISBN-13: 978-1-4169-1518-8
ISBN-10: 1-4169-1518-4
eISBN: 978-1-439-10369-2
Contents
1
Midnight Mission“Something tells me we shouldn’t be doing this, Tom.”
It was dark—pitch-black, except for my laser flashlight.
I pointed it at the steel door’s lockbox, pulled out my coded key card, and prepared myself for action.
“Take it easy, Yo. Just trust me on this, okay?”
I don’t normally call people “Yo.” In this case, though, it fit perfectly. “Yo” is short for Yolanda—Yolanda Aponte, that is—one of my two best friends.
The other is Bud Barclay, who at the moment was standing right behind Yo, peeking over her shoulder at me.
“She’s right, Tom,” he said. This place is closed for the night. We’ve got no business being on the aquarium grounds, let alone inside the building!”
“Yeah,” Yo said. “You think, just because your name is Swift, you have special privileges?”
“Actually, yes. Swift Enterprises is a big contributor to the Shopton Aquarium’s fund-raising efforts. In this case, I called in advance and got special permission to visit after hours. See?” I smiled and held up my key card.
“Permission for
tonight
?” Bud asked. “Then how come nobody’s here to meet us?”
“They said they’d send someone down to escort us,” I admitted. “I don’t know why they’re not here on time, but now that we’ve dragged all this stuff down here, it would be a shame to lug it all back to the lab without trying it out.”
I had a big metal suitcase with me, and Bud was carrying a large plastic cooler. It’s hard to say which one was heavier.
“Besides, they gave me the key card, didn’t they?”
“So?” Bud asked.
“So, I took that to mean it’s okay for us to at least get started without them.”
It was actually fine by me that they hadn’t shown up on time. I preferred to try out my newest, hottest invention free from prying eyes.
I mean, you never know when someone might steal your great idea. Scientists are dedicated people, of course—but there are more than a few sharks in the water (
sharks in the water
—get it?).
The point is, ideas are more precious than gold and a lot easier to copy. Swift Enterprises—my dad’s company, where I have my own lab—is on the cutting edge of the idea universe. So secrecy is always key—and tonight was no exception.
“You haven’t even told us why we’re here,” Bud said, as I slid the key card into the slot. With a sharp click and a pneumatic sucking sound, the doors opened, and I stepped inside the darkened main lobby of the Shopton Aquarium.
“Come on in,” I said to my friends. “Hurry up!”
“What, you mean before someone sees us?” Yo raised her eyebrows suspiciously but shuffled in anyway. “I feel like a criminal.”
Bud was right behind her. “We’d better not get in trouble for this,” he said, looking left and right.
“Guilty conscience?”
“Cut it out, Tom,” he said. “I’m on the edge of bookin’ right now.”
“Bud, Yo, they said they’d be here, and I’m sure they’ll show up eventually Don’t worry so much, okay? I have permission for us to be here. I promise you—I spoke directly with Dr. Harrod, the aquarium director.”
They didn’t look convinced. “Come on. Have I ever steered you guys wrong?”
