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Coke and Pep roughly down the hall and used a key to open a door with no room number on it. Then they shoved the twins into the room, followed them inside, and slammed the door behind them. It was a storage room, with racks filled with towels on the walls.
    “Who are you?” Pep demanded. “What do you want from us?”
    The maids ripped wigs off their heads and smiled broadly.
    “Mya!” yelled Pep.
    “Bones!” yelled Coke.
    Now, if you had read The Genius Files: Mission Unstoppable , you would know who Bones and Mya are. If you didn’t read that book, well, maybe next time you’ll listen when I tell you to do something.
    Bones was the custodian at the twins’ school who had watched over them and initiated them into The Genius Files program. Mya was also on The Genius Files team. It was Mya who had given them wingsuits so they would survive their plunge over the cliff back home in California.
    There were hugs all around. The twins were grateful to see them, even if Bones did look a little strange wearing a maid’s uniform.
    “Do you work here at the motel?” Pep asked.
    “Of course they don’t work here, you dope!” Coke said. “They’re disguised as maids so people won’t know who they really are.”
    “We’re undercover,” Bones said. “I’m glad to see you two are alive and well.”
    “Barely,” Pep said. “Yesterday this crazy teenager trapped us in a giant french fry cage and tried to drop us into boiling oil. What a way to celebrate our birthday.”
    “Happy birthday!” Mya said cheerfully. “We wanted to get you presents, but we didn’t have time.”
    “Saving our lives would have been a nice present,” Coke said as he pulled the ticket to the french fry simulator out of his pocket and showed it to Bones and Mya.
    “‘Hated day happy,’” Bones read off the ticket. “What do you think that means?”
    “I figured it out,” Pep said. “It means ‘happy death day.’”
    “This teenager who tried to kill you,” Mya said. “What did he look like?”
    “He was kind of nerdy-looking, chubby, and he had bright red hair,” Pep told them. “Like Archie, from the comics.”
    Bones and Mya looked at each other.
    “Archie Clone,” they said together.
    “You know that kid?” Coke said.
    “Oh yeah,” Bones said. “We know him. The Genius Files kid. The renegade.”
    “This is precisely the reason why Dr. Warsaw had to end The Genius Files program,” Mya told them. “He thought he would simply recruit genius kids from all over the country to solve America’s problems, and they would do whatever he told them. But kids don’t always do what we grown-ups tell them to do. And geniuses like Archie Clone, well, you never know what crazy thing they might do.”
    “We suspect that he might be criminally insane,” Bones added.
    “Kids made fun of him at school,” Coke said. “Maybe that’s what messed him up.”
    “How did Archie Clone get that big truck?” Pep asked. “And all that french fry apparatus? It must have cost somebody a fortune.”
    “He figured out a way,” Bones said. “He’s a very bright and resourceful young man. Some say he’s trying to follow in Dr. Warsaw’s footsteps. He may be trying to take over The Genius Files program now that Dr. Warsaw is gone.”
    “He told us he was going to kill off all The Genius Files kids,” Pep said, “so that when he turns twenty-one, he’ll be the only one left and he’ll get to keep the million dollars.”
    Bones whistled.
    “Did he say anything else?”
    Coke and Pep thought back, trying to remember anything Archie Clone had said that might be important. Pep couldn’t think of anything, but suddenly Coke snapped his fingers.
    “He did say two things.”
    “What?”
    “One, he collects hats,” Coke said, “and two, he said he had to give us the tour right away because he was on his way to Washington.”
    “Washington, D.C., or Washington State?” Mya asked.
    “He didn’t say,” Coke