The Rule of Three: Fight for Power (The Rule of Three, 2) - Hardcover

Walters, Eric

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0374301794 ISBN 13: 9780374301798

Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR), 2015

Synopsis

After sixty-six days of a catastrophic global blackout, life in the suburbs is not what it used to be for Adam and his fortified neighborhood of Eden Mills. Although an explosive clash has minimized one threat from outside the walls, Adam's battle-hardened mentor, Herb, continues to make decisions in the name of security that are increasingly wrenching and questionable. Like his police chief mom and others, Adam will follow Herb's lead. But when the next threat comes from an unexpected direction, nobody is ready for it. And someone is going to pay the price―because of Adam's mistakes and mistaken trust.

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About the Author:

Eric Walters, a former elementary-school teacher, is a bestselling children's author in Canada. He is the founder of Creation of Hope, which provides care for orphans in the Makueni district of Kenya, and lives in Mississauga, Ontario.

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“Can’t you keyboard a little bit faster?” Todd asked.
We were in the computer room during study hall, our second-to-last class of the day. Not exactly where I wanted to be, but there were worse places to be than hanging with my best friend—even if we were working on his essay.
“It’s not the speed of my fingers that’s slowing us down. I can only type what you say. And you’re not saying anything,” I answered.
“Come on, Adam, I’m counting on you to fill in the blanks on this thing.”
“It’s your essay.”
“Don’t you want me to pass?” Todd cajoled.
“Of course I want you to pass.”
“Then you’d better get busy, because that whole passing thing isn’t likely to happen if you don’t contribute.”
“You wouldn’t need my help if you didn’t wait until the last minute to do your homework, you slacker,” I said.
“It is not the last minute. This isn’t due until final period.”
“Which is in forty minutes,” I replied.
“That’s my point. It won’t be the last minute until thirty-nine minutes from now. If I handed it in now, technically it would be early.”
This was Todd logic at its finest. He was almost impossible to reason with but totally impossible not to have a laugh with. The freshman girls seated on either side of us in the computer lab seemed to agree as they started giggling.
“Please don’t encourage him,” I said.
“And now you don’t want me to be encouraged. What sort of best friend are you?” Todd demanded. “If you ladies want to offer me encouragement, please feel free.”
They giggled again. This was obviously becoming more about him trying to impress them and less about helping me help him avoid flunking another assignment.
“Why didn’t you just do this last night?” I asked.
“I was worn out from football practice. Physically and mentally. You’d have been worn out, too, if you hadn’t quit the team.”
I snorted. “I didn’t quit. I just didn’t try out this year.”
“Same thing.”
“It’s not the same thing. I chose flying lessons over football.”
“What kind of normal sixteen-year-old chooses flying lessons over anything?”
“One who wants to be a pilot.”
“Just like Daddy.”
“Sure.” My father was a commercial pilot for Delta. He had been in uniform at the breakfast table and said he was heading to O’Hare this morning. I knew he would be taking off on his return flight soon, so he’d be home in time to read with the twins before they went to bed.
“Personally, I’d rather be like your mother,” Todd said.
“My mother is a woman,” I pointed out. “And I gotta tell you that picturing you in a dress, heels, and makeup is a bit unnerving.”
“First off, I want to be a police officer, like your mother. Second, the idea that you are picturing me in a dress, makeup, and heels is more than a bit unnerving,” he replied. “Just how long have you been fantasizing about me as a woman?”
Once Todd got started it was hard to turn him off.
“Excuse me!” Todd called out. Everybody in the lab turned to face him. “How many people find it disturbing that Adam has been picturing me as a woman?”
Lots of hands went up.
“Ignore him, please!” I protested.
“Adam, don’t be ashamed, embrace your feelings!”
“Let me know when you’re done, Todd.”
“In this day and age it’s important that all of us accept you for what you are and how you feel. In fact, I take it as a compliment that you fantasize about me.”
“I don’t fantasize about you!”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure you’re not the only one who fantasizes about me.” He turned to the girl on one side. “Right? You must admit I’ve entered your dream world at least once or twice.”
She stopped laughing and looked like she was choking on something.
“Don’t be shy,” he said. “Embrace your feelings, too. Live the fantasy and you could become part of the total Todd experience.”
She turned beet red, gathered up her things, and practically ran away. The other two girls beside us pretended to ignore us now.
“Nice,” I said.
“Mean, possibly. Fun, tremendously. That’s why God created high school—so kids in older grades could torment kids in younger grades.”
I knew that Todd could be neither embarrassed nor contained. He was as relentless as an avalanche. All I could do was redirect him.
“Since when did you decide you wanted to be a police officer?”
“Recently. I decided it would be cool to run around with a gun,” he said.
“The fact that you don’t have a gun right now is at least a small blessing for all of us.”
“I’ll ignore that crack—but if I had a gun I would force you to play football.”
“Like I said, I have no time.”
“You could have time for both football and flying lessons if you didn’t waste so much time on school. That’s my solution.”
“And just how is that working out for you?” I asked.
“It would be going extremely well if somebody would stop giving me a hard time and help me finish up this essay.”
“Let’s just get it finished. I have to get out of here right after school. I have a flight lesson.”
“Okay, Orville Wright,” he said.
“Hey, better Orville Wright than Orville Redenbacher. Three more lessons and then I solo.”
“When you get your license, do you know who I want to be the very first person up in the air with you?”
“You?”
“I was thinking anybody except me!”
The two girls to my left started giggling again—as well as a couple of other people in the lab.
“You better not insult the man who has your future at his fingertips or—”
The lights suddenly went out, the computer screen went blank, and everybody in the lab collectively groaned as we were thrown into darkness.
“What happened?” I wondered.
“Power failure or something. More important, did you at least save my essay?” Todd questioned.
“I saved it … a few minutes ago. It’s almost all there.”
“But I need all of it there! What am I going to tell Mr. Dixon?”
“You’ll tell him about the power failure.”
“He won’t believe me!”
“Of course he’ll believe you. The lights are out everywhere, so I think he might have noticed.” I gestured to the darkened hall. “This isn’t just a power failure in the computer lab. Besides, I’m sure everything will be back on soon,” I said.
“Soon may not be soon enough, and he won’t believe me that it was almost done. You have to tell him!”
“Why me?”
“He’ll believe you! You hand in your assignments on time, you never skip class, you do your reading, and you’re always polite to teachers. You are such a suck-up!”
“It’s called being responsible.”
“Suck-up … responsible … different words for basically the same—”
“Hey, my computer is down, too,” the girl beside us said.
“ Everybody’s computer went off,” Todd said. “Computers need a magical substance called electricity.” He turned to me. “Today’s younger generation doesn’t understand much.”
“I understand that this is my laptop and it has a battery,” she said.
“The battery must be dead.”
“But mine went down as well,” another boy said.
“Mine, too,” a girl at the other end of the lab added. All of them were on laptops.
“Well, that’s because…” Todd turned to me. “Well, Adam?”
“How should I know?”
“Didn’t you win the science fair last year?”
“That was for designing a two-seated ultralight, not because I know everything about electricity.”
“Come on, you know everything about everything. I wouldn’t let you do my homework if you didn’t. Can we go and find Mr. Dixon and explain to him about my paper?”
I wasn’t going to do that. But I did want to see what was going on. I gave a big sigh and got to my feet.
*   *   *
The halls were filling with kids. The only light was coming from classroom windows and scattered emergency lights running on batteries. Classes had ended unexpectedly, and everyone was streaming out. There was a lot of laughing and loud conversation as kids enjoyed an early break.
“Can I have your attention, please!” a deep voice boomed. “Please, everybody, stop where you are!” It was our vice principal yelling through a handheld bullhorn. “We need everybody in the gym for a brief assembly!”
There were groans from the crowd.
“I say we head for the doors,” Todd said. “In this commotion there’s no way they’re going to be able to stop us from leaving.”
“What about the assembly?”
“And you wonder why I call you a suck-up?”
We headed down the stairs, only to find two teachers at the exit deflecting the river of students toward the gym.
“So much for leaving,” I said. I knew Todd was disappointed, but I really did want to hear what they had to tell us.
We went with the flow. The gym was dimly lit with just a few emergency lights. It was already crowded, and I felt a little claustrophobic as we pushed in. The bleachers were filled to capacity and we were herded onto the court, shoulder to shoulder. I was grateful to be taller than most everybody else. Did they really think they could cram fifteen hundred kids into this space?
“My phone isn’t working,” Todd said.
“You know there are lots of dead spots in this school.”
“No, I mean it’s as blank as the computer screens.” He showed it to me.
“Your battery is dead. Your phone needs that magical substance called electricity to—”
“My phone is dead, too,” a girl said.
“Same here,” somebody else added.
All around us people who had overheard were pulling out their phones. There was a chorus of disbelief and upset. It was strange how they seemed more upset about their phones not working than there being no electricity.
I pulled out my phone, just to confirm things. It was off—as per the school rules—but when I pushed the button to turn it on, it remained blank. I knew my phone was fully charged. The cell phone towers probably needed electricity to work. Is that why we weren’t even getting a screen? No, that didn’t make sense. Even without the towers there should have been power to run other apps.
“Can I have your attention!” Our principal was on the stage with a bullhorn. “Please!” he called out. “We need everybody to listen carefully … Please stop talking!”
There was a murmur of conversation that faded to a semisilence, an acceptable level of cooperation.
“As you are all aware, we have a power failure,” he started. “We’re assuming that it’s probably countywide, as there is a complete breakdown in telephone service, both landlines and cell phones, which must be related to the power failure.”
The crowd noise went up as those who hadn’t noticed previously all pulled out their cell phones to confirm what he’d said.
“Quiet down, people! The sooner we can finish here, the sooner you can all go home!”
A cheer went up from the crowd and then applause.
“Silence, please!” The noise faded. “Whatever the issue is, I’m confident it is being addressed and will be corrected shortly.”
For some reason I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be so simple. I was still thinking about why the batteries in the laptops had gone dead.
“We’ve decided to cancel final period today and let you all go home early.”
A cheer went up from the audience once again.
He raised a hand to quiet everyone. “You can stay here in the gym to wait for the buses. If you’re driving or walking, keep in mind there will probably be no functioning traffic lights, so please be careful. Dismissed.”
There was an even bigger cheer as we all started for the exits.

 
Text copyright © 2014 by Eric Walters

About this edition

• Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)
• Publication date: 2015
• ISBN 10: 0374301794
• ISBN 13: 9780374301798
• Binding: Hardcover
• Number of pages: 352