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Jude Watson is the author of four The 39 Clues books, Beyond the Grave, In Too In Unstoppable: Nowhere to Run, Dan and Amy are charged with protecting a students to attack problems using the following steps: 1. Identify the goal. 2. The 39 Clues: Unstoppable has 12 entries in the series. Nowhere to Run. The 39 Clues: Unstoppable (Series). Book 1. Jude Watson Author David Pittu. where can i get this book as a free pdf online???/ · 1 like I received a copy of The 39 Clues: Unstoppable Book One: Nowhere to Run from NetGalley and the.

Why did the funeral director leave so quickly? A sudden memory came to her. Tears filled her eyes and she almost asked Aunt Beatrice for a tissue. Dan did the same. I have gardeners for that sort of thing. Her driver was hurrying to open the car door. Thanks for taking care of us.

Death had left. As she turned away. She spat it out. Dan landed with a cry. She moved by instinct rather than thought. She heard his breath leave his body in a soft uh. He nodded. His breath was short.

She looked up. In answer. The light was blocked out as a heavy object came flying down at her. Chapter 2 Amy hit the ground on her hands and knees. Dan had asthma. Whoever was trying to bury them was working fast and methodically. She remembered the pile by the open grave. Her mind whirled. She shouted for help again. Their only enemies were memories. If the man can scoop a shovelful every ten seconds. They had gone back to being two kids living in a mansion that was too big for them. Amy could feel the dirt in her hair and down her collar and in her ears.

How long would it take before they were covered? How long would it take to suffocate. So why was this happening again? The horror of it spooled out. You have to get out of here. They had united the family. Amy was hit by another barrage of soil. Panic shuddered through her. They had no enemies anymore. She looked around. He balanced on the box. She tried to jam in a toe.

Amy looked up. It was about a foot high. It was a chance. Amy tried to climb. He let out a grunt of pain and bent over. He placed an urgent hand on her sleeve.

Instinct clicked with experience. Amy eyed the box. The sides were steep. She measured the grave with a quick glance. Now it was just the two of them and Mr. Probably three square feet. It was a step. He bent down slightly. He would be back.

He had to hold on. The shovel fell out. The man had ripped off the clergyman collar. No time to hesitate. He flashed a smile. The metal edge glanced against her head — more pain. Going to dig yourself even deeper? It had to go deeper. You got your little toy. A face appeared against the rectangle of blue sky. She crashed to her knees. She was counting on the machinelike efficiency of their attacker. She jumped back on the marble box.

They heard the sound of retreating footsteps. She straightened and jumped just as the glint of the shovel went over the lip of the grave.

Something made her attacker turn. She had time to grab one breath — only one — before she found her feet. Her hands smacked down over the edge.

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She hoisted herself up on the shovel handle and dug her fingers into the earth. He was running toward the utility shed. Her face hit the dirt.

She was a rock climber. Had to do it.

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Dan yanked out the shovel and she hung there while he jammed it a foot higher. Both men spurted into a. Behind him another man emerged. She tested the handle. Her arm muscles quivered as she quickly scanned the cemetery. The man was now about fifty yards away. Every muscle was straining. His green eyes were bright against the dirt and blood mixed on his face. Amy gathered every particle of strength she had and hauled herself over the edge.

Dan held the shovel and nodded at her. She heard him panting hard and fast. She was almost at the Tolliver plot now. Now they would help her. They were almost on top of her. She connected hard. It crashed down on the polished. With a sudden swerve.

Straight at her. She streaked down the hill. She had miscalculated. How could they be so fast? Amy leaped over a crumbling old headstone. She felt the benefit of pushing herself through all those punishing runs. All the while she was searching frantically for help. There was no way she would have time to get Dan out. She made a swift calculation.

She hoped. They were fast. She led them down a sloping hill. She had to lead them away. He just spun away and lifted the shovel. Dan had pointed out that they were safe now.

So close. He raised the splintered end of the handle. He smiled. And now she saw the other one ahead of her. They would run her down. Blood spurted from his mouth. She had a confused impression of eyes the color of the gravestones. Amy veered at the last second and started down the hill.

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The wooden handle snapped. She could hear his breathing. The handle hit the stone and cracked. He was on her heels.

It was the best sight in the world. Evan would protect her. She knew any second he would grab her hair. Amy grinned. To her relief. She lay flat and looked down at Dan. Never better. Another car pulled in. Amy was confused when. One moment they were right on her heels. She hoisted it and quickly returned to Dan. Which I guess makes sense considering we just climbed out of a grave.

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A youngish woman got out. The car pulled over. Now Amy was truly confused. Two men got out and began shooting her as well. There was only one person she. Amy slid the ladder into the hole and a second later her brother clambered up. What was going on? Her attackers seemed to simply melt away. A mixture of popcorn.

Did I miss everything? When Nellie had returned to college in the winter session. The familiarity of the gesture. He quickly dove into the backseat of the Jeep as Amy climbed into the front. She was always late. Nellie had once been their au pair. Dan grinned when he saw her struggle to sweep her chaos off the backseat onto the floor: On her arm was a new temporary tattoo.

Nellie swept the various items — a water bottle. Now she was like a mashup of older sister and best friend. Nellie almost swerved off the road as she turned to look at Dan. Maybe somebody famous is getting buried today. Nellie put the car into gear and headed toward the cemetery gates. He saw her face change.

What happened? Then some goon tried to bury us alive. Did you fall out of a tree or something? I can feel it. They must have paid off the funeral director.

She was going back over the details. I thought it was weird that he looked like a buff version of the Incredible Hulk. He knew that look. Even though now the family of Cahills had agreed on peace. Like hired muscle. This was targeted. She gazed out the window. She shook her head firmly. Amy and Dan considered this. Her voice was confident. Dan relaxed. He knew there was nothing he could do to break her sadness.

They were quiet for the rest of the drive. As soon as the gates closed behind them. Dan let out a long breath. Nellie pulled up by the kitchen door and turned off the engine. Dan had heard her walking the house at night. He realized that his hands had been curled into fists. Nellie punched in the code for the iron gates and they pulled into the winding drive.

They drove through the back roads of Attleboro until they came to the Cahill property. Dan typed back: Atticus Rosenbloom. He saw his sister flinch as she crossed the threshold. Now Dan used the command center computer to keep at least two chess games going at the same time with his best pal.

Beaten by an eleven-year-old. It helped to have a gazillion dollars. Atticus had left a message: Amy had even bought an orbiting satellite for all their communication needs.

Two years ago. That just about made her the coolest sister in the galaxy. She knew trouble was coming and so she built a command center. She bought satellites. Nellie sat at a second computer. He settled the cat in his lap as he sat at the main computer. He began checking the Cahill feed. Nellie clicked on the link. Look at all these hits. He knew this room reminded her of Evan. He let out a small sigh of relief. Saladin rubbed against his ankles and he picked him up. At least their family was intact.

Amy and Dan in front of Interpol headquarters. My phone. Interpol totally got that we only stole stuff to rescue hostages! But matched with the headline.

She began to type frantically. I hardly ever use that camera. She knew the moment that photograph had been taken. Her mouth was open. Come on. No need to look at it. And why the attack today. Dan clicked through to the next photo. She began clicking and dragging. Dan watched her drag and drop. Within minutes. Rutherford Pierce. He has his own TV and radio shows. They have this rah-rah Founding Fathers cult.

Three companies he worked for went bust. How do you do that? He must be a mega-genius. Where his dad built the new state-of-the-art aqua center. Debi Ann. Galt and Cara — hey. He studied her picture. And then he ran for state senator and lost. Then he stopped himself with one hand on the desk. Protests planned. Nellie grinned. Amy nodded. Chapter 4 They jumped into the Jeep and Nellie gunned the car down the long.

Cars were now parked on the grassy edges of the lane. Photographers sprang forward. The noise of camera shutters clicking sounded like hundreds of crickets on a still summer night. Nellie gunned the motor and sped past them.

Amy ducked. Her heart pounded. She felt hunted and trapped. She punched in the code and the electric gates swung open. Still clicking. They must have made a guess that we might be headed to the city. Nellie went as fast as she dared. And a couple others. The photographers cut across three lanes of traffic. He held up a Mexican sombrero.

She squeaked past overgrown shrubbery to barrel down a driveway. I think I see that red Toyota again. After a few minutes of combat driving. He pulled on a plaid winter hat with earflaps and handed Amy a canvas beach hat. She pulled it down to her eyebrows. Nellie jerked the wheel suddenly to the right and exited off the highway. Nellie pulled up in a bus lane with a cry of satisfaction. Dan grumbled. The tantalizing aroma of meatball subs snaked up from the bags.

Three construction workers sat on a makeshift bench of two-by-fours and bricks. A bus driver leaned on the horn behind them. Nellie scanned the sidewalk.

Amy and Dan walked to the side construction entrance. How are you going to sneak in? They stood in the hall. The building had girders and beams and drywall that marked a few rooms. About a dozen reporters stood scarfing down cookies and gulping coffee out of paper mugs. They sidled in and lingered at the edge of the group. Stacks of wood and glass littered the space.

Soon they could hear murmuring voices. Plastic buckets held empty coffee cups and scraps of metal and wood. Spray-painted in orange on the walls were mysterious letters and numbers.

Large concrete columns marched down the space. You think this guy wants bad press? She was wearing. A trim young woman in a red suit entered the space. I just want to keep my job. He had spiky red hair and looked almost as young as they did. Just not with. If Pierce says polka dots. Your magazine. Pierce is kind of your boss? And some poor construction guy got killed last month.

Dan noticed. A gust of wind shook the wire mesh cage. Her voice echoed and bounced from one concrete pillar to another. The cage rose up. The reporters clustered together nervously. They filed out into a space similar to the ground floor.

Amy shivered. Wires hung down from the grid of the ceiling. Now follow me to the sixty-fifth floor! The reporters filed inside. Arabella Kessler stood behind the podium and spoke into the microphone. At one end a podium had been set up.

Some of the reporters turned green. Even though they were nowhere near the edge. The wind blew through the open space. A room had been framed out with metal columns. Everyone felt exposed. Apparently applause was called for. He looked glowing and healthy and ready to take on the world. The reporter standing next to them overheard and chuckled.

Rutherford Pierce himself. The innovative design of Founders Media headquarters will include a one-squareblock complex with three separate buildings. Ladies and gentlemen. I give you J. After a short press conference during which you can ask your preapproved questions. The lights bounced off his burnished skin. The buildings will offer offices. A tall man with silver hair and a movie-star smile strode through the curtains.

How are we going to get to talk to him? Pierce blinked once. His eyes cut to Arabella Kessler. He raised his hand. The red-haired reporter turned and frantically motioned at Dan to shut up. Was she paid off? Amy saw him square his shoulders. He swiveled toward Arabella Kessler. Pierce must leave us.

Just behind a concrete column. He hates me. And then a second. Amy saw something flicker across his face when he saw her: Maneuvering around pails and tools and rolls of insulation.

She moved forward quickly as Pierce disappeared behind the red curtain. They could see that he was heading toward elevators on the east side of the building.

He knows who we are. Amy and Dan quickly moved forward and stepped behind the curtain. I suggest you contact our press office. Especially with the two Cahill daredevils! Construction sites are hazardous places. It will make its way to the right person. She could tell by the frown of irritation on his face.

After each group has presented their findings, allow all the participants to evaluate and decide who they think is the best candidate for Cahill leader. Finally, decide if Amy is the best person to be in charge of the Cahill family or if another character would do a better job? Using evidence from the text, evaluate whether these statements are completely slanderous, or whether there is an element of truth to them. Using the Gossip Evaluation Chart , identify evidence from the text to analyze each slanderous headline and determine if the statement has any truth to it.

Students will write a persuasive Letter to the Editor to support or oppose one or more of these stories from Founders Media, using evidence from the text to support their views. Make a Prediction Group students by the attack they picked to support or defend their viewpoint. Have them discuss their letters and the evidence that was used for or against Amy and Dan. Which Letters to the Editor do they think are less convincing, and why?

Report and Evaluate Have the groups share the results of their discussions with the whole class.

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Evaluate if the best letters from each group provided sufficient evidence to support their claim, and were convincingly argued. Did they change the view of the whole class? Consider other courses of action Dan and Amy could take to improve their public image.

The goal of this exercise is to find out if he really is responsible. Identify and Analyze the Obstacles Explain to the students that they can only effectively do this if they provide convincing evidence from the text and justification for their answers, just as a criminal lawyer might do to build a case and persuade a jury.

Unfortunately, there's still not much Amian, but Chapter 21 was so sad, because it talks about how Ian feels lonely after Natalie's death, and is jealous of Jake. Sammy, by the way, is this grad student who is a Cahill, and he was the one who helped Dan make the serum in Day of Doom. He and Nellie discuss food. Okay, maybe it's not that exciting, but still! Pony is also pretty cool. He's a nerdy hacker that is hired to make the Cahills' network more secure or something like that.

I'm not completely sure. Anyway, nothing else about the book was particularly good. What I disliked about the book: Most of it. Amy is just deteriorating into an annoying character who makes bad decisions and is overemotional when it comes to Jake. And Jake is the worst character ever. Not only did the writers have to put Evan in the 2nd series, they also had to add "intense, charismatic" Jake.And here I thought that the whole family unity thing was starting the work out.

One is supposed to ride in the inside of an elevator. This just shows how badly the authors fail at trying to include teen culture in their books. Six of the best. Presentation of Knowledge and Ideas SL.