He held each cracker—which was probably twice the size of his head—with both hands and turned it in a quick circle, nibbling the edge as it went around. Cracker crumbs went everywhere, until it vanished. Then Amp licked each of his six fingers. It was like watching a squirrel who’d had too much coffee. Watching him eat SweetTarts was even worse. He flicked each one into the air, caught it in his mouth, and swallowed it whole. “So let’s get to it,” I said. I went to my closet, grabbed my catcher’s mitt off the shelf, and pulled it on. “I gotta leave in two hours. What’s first?” Amp scratched his head and nodded, thinking. “We need a huge nail or metal rod. Thick. Preferably iron.” “Why iron?” Olivia asked. Amp looked at us in disbelief. He turned his back and spoke into the recorder on his wrist. “Council Note: Earth’s plentiful supply of iron is something to consider. Iron is an element whose atoms form magnetic domains that are aligned extremely easily by an outside magnetic field.
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