Now all they had to do was sneak away from their guide, hack into the massively protected computer system of one of the world’s most developed nations, and save that nation’s government from a diabolical plot—all by seven thirty that night. No pressure there, thought Cinnabar. There wasn’t time to hunt down private-school uniforms before they left, for which Cinnabar was eternally grateful. (It’s hard to rock a boring blue-and-gray outfit with dorky school tie, after all.) So instead, the S.P.I.E.S. crew ended up wearing street clothes and going as themselves—an unusual and uncomfortable situation for a group of spies. Thanks to the security screening process, they had to leave nearly all weapons behind. Still, the group managed to smuggle a few useful items into the building. A bad moment came when the police challenged Mr. Stones’s “cane,” but when he loudly griped that he’d received his “injury”
