gibberish,â said Savannah.
âRussian,â Howard corrected. âThey use the Cyrillic alphabetââ
âHow do you know that?â Eric asked. âWait, donât tell me. You read cosmonaut textbooks.â
âThatâs a great idea. But, no, I just see a lot of Russian writing in space books in English. Iâm working on my Mandarin, too, since the Chinese space program . . .â
Oh, no. Here we go again. Why did everything have to be a five-part essay with him? The one good thing about getting back to the surface was that we wouldnât have to deal with his weirdness anymore.
âCan you read the instructions, Howard?â Nate broke in, frustrated. I was relieved I didnât have to be the one to say it.
âMaybe.â Howard stared down at the funny letters. âThis one says close , and this one says up .â
Why was there a Russian elevator in Dr. Underbergâs survival bunker? He was a Cold War scientist. He hated the Russians and thought they were going to start the war that would destroy the world. There was no reason heâd put any Russian technology here, unless . . .
âWait,â I said, and my hand shot out to stop Howard.
But it was too late. He pressed the buttons anyway. Again . Sure enough, the doors closed and the elevator started lifting.
âPhew,â said Nate, slumping against the wall.
I wasnât relieved. I was furious. âWhy did you do that?â
âTo make us go up,â Howard said matter of factly.
âDr. Underberg wouldnât want to help any Russians who made it down here, not if he thought they were to blame for the bombs or the war or the plague or whatever.â I wanted to shake some sense into Howard, but I settled for stomping my foot against the metal floor and giving him a death glare.
âUm, what are you saying?â asked Savannah, as the box lifted us higher and higher.
âYeah, Gills,â said Eric, sounding panicked. âWhat are you saying?â
âIf Russian spies made it to this place, heâd never want them to be able to get back up and tell people what theyâd found here,â I argued as the elevator shot upward. âHeâd try to kill them first.â
Greetings, comrades.
âOh,â said Howard.
âNo,â added Eric.
Nate cursed, again.
11
THE IMPOSSIBLE COMET
THE MANâS VOICE WAS NOT SO CHEERY THIS TIME. INSTEAD, IT WAS stern, scolding. Threatening.
Your infiltration of Omega City has been noted. Steps will be taken to neutralize any damage you may have done during your visit, and/or any attempts you may make to alert our enemies to our presence. At the count of five, a canister of nerve gas will be released into this chamber. You will all be dead in thirty seconds.
If you have received this message in error,please press the cancellation key now.
âCancellation key!â Nate shouted. âFind it.â We all started frantically searching the control panel, as if the Cyrillic letters would suddenly make sense now that our lives were on the line.
Five.
âThis one says stop in Russian,â said Howard. âThatâs similar to cancel.â
âGood enough!â cried Nate.
Four.
âNo!â I screamed, yanking back his arm before Howard could push yet another button. âJust stop, Howard! Think! This is a trap built for Russians. Why would he make it something the Russians would do? That button will probably release the gas right away.â
Three.
âWhat are our options, Gills?â Eric asked as both the Nolands glared at me. âEnglish speakers trapped in thisthing are just going to press random buttons. They have no idea what any of them say.â
âWeâre going to die, weâre going to die,â breathed Savannah.
Two.
Random buttons. I stared at the panel. Exactly. I shoved Howard aside and slammed my whole arm against all the buttons, making sure to cover every
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