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fainted.”
    In between her words, in the background, I could hear the baaing of goats and the shrieking screams of the school’s attendance secretary. Then more chaos erupted on the other end of the line. I heard a few kids shouting now and a lot more screaming.
    â€œKids are coming out of nearby classrooms,” Danielle reported, clearly trying to hold back giggles. “It’s insane! The goats are going crazy.”
    â€œNo, not again!” some teacher screamed in the background.
    â€œHave the agents come out?”
    â€œNope,” Danielle said, openly laughing hysterically now.
    â€œIf this plan is going to go up in flames, I at least wish I could see them,” I whined.
    â€œI have an idea—call you right back,” Danielle said, and the call was disconnected.
    I stared at the phone in shock. Was she crazy? Without her telling me when the coast was clear, how would I know when to enter Gomez’s office? But a few seconds later, an incoming video call from Danielle showed up on my phone.
    She was a genius! Her laughing face appeared on my screen.
    â€œCheck this out,” she said.
    Then the view on my screen spun as she pointed her camera at the action in the hallway. It was chaos, the hallway was packed full of goats. Some were standing around, others were rigid and passed out like giant plastic figurines. There were kids everywhere, having come out from surrounding classrooms. Several teachers were in the middle of the herd, trying to calm everyone and assess the situation. I practically saw steam shooting from their ears as their brains attempted to make sense of the mess.
    Danielle wasn’t even trying to stay concealed anymore. And why should she? Through her video feed, Isaw several other kids, and even a few teachers, holding up their phones, filming the insane action. Likely all of them were envisioning their videos becoming the next viral smash success on YouTube.
    But we were getting sidetracked; we needed to stay focused on the mission at hand.
    â€œDanielle, point it toward the office doors,” I said into my phone.
    She complied, tilting the phone toward the left. The administration office area was now fully in view on my screen. The attendance secretary had retreated back inside and the other three secretaries were on their feet, staring at the Goat Siege with open mouths. Two of them were trying to stifle laughs.
    Then I saw him: one of the NSB agents standing next to Principal Gomez’s door. He was alternating between staring in shock, shaking his head, and laughing. He opened the door behind him and motioned for the inside guard to come over and take a look.
    On my phone, via Danielle’s video feed from the inside, I saw them both step out of Gomez’s office and into the administration office doorway several feet away. They laughed and gaped at the ongoing mess of goats. Brad hadn’t been kidding—he’d really upped the goatfactor on this one. But there was no time to sit there and admire the chaos that herds of fainting goats could cause; it was time for me to execute my end of the mission.
    I took stood up, took a deep breath, and then jumped shoulder first into the cardboard- and tape-covered window.

CHAPTER 5
THE GHOSTS OF TV GAME SHOWS
    T HE CARDBOARD GAVE WAY MUCH EASIER THAN I EXPECTED— certainly easier than the glass windowpane had when I’d crashed through it a few weeks before. The tape and cardboard helped break my fall as I landed next to Gomez’s desk.
    I peeked at the doorway. The two NSB agents stood twenty feet away, just outside the office. They were still facing away from me as they took in all of the goat insanity in the hallway. I knew they’d probably glance back this way at least once or twice, so I needed to stay out ofsight and work quickly.
    I moved toward the ancient computer tower under Gomez’s desk, so I could snag the hard drive. During fifth period, I’d watched a quick