A.O. stood for Adults Only, and Michael was just as confused. “Maybe when people say that only grandpas play it, that’s literally what they mean. They’re the only ones who are allowed to.”

“No way,” Sarah responded. “If there was really stuff in there that made it A.O., we’d know all about it, because every kid on the planet would be figuring out ways to break in. They have to be trying to stir up interest. They probably just changed it.”

Again, just like with his strange attack in the alley with the headache, Michael wasn’t buying any coincidences. “Or more likely a certain someone doesn’t want us playing it. This would be an easy way to throw a roadblock at us.”

Sarah scoffed. “All they’ve done is add another hour or two to the trip. Ratings haven’t stopped us before.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Bryson said. Then he let out a sinister laugh. “Who could forget our adventures in the Vegas Vat of Doom?”

“Oh boy” was Sarah’s response.

“Let’s get to work,” Michael said. They went to a bench that overlooked the ocean, closed their eyes to focus on the code, and started maneuvering.

6

Two hours later, they still had nothing.

They’d tried everything, pooling their experience from years of gaming and programming and hacking and other illicit doings. But nothing worked. It wasn’t that the firewalls and shields protecting Devils of Destruction were impenetrable; they were just elusive. Almost like they didn’t exist—and if you couldn’t find a wall, you couldn’t climb it. After searching and searching, they all agreed it’d be useless to even keep trying. Michael had never come across such a thing before.

“This is weird,” Michael said, looking out at the endless sea. The sky was dark with clouds. “I almost wonder if the game’s even real. Who knows—maybe if we had been adults, the lady would’ve had some other excuse to keep us out. It doesn’t add up, does it?”

Sarah was staring at her shoes, concentrating hard on something. “Maybe the game is really, really awesome and super popular with older people, and they don’t want us knowing about it or getting in on the action. It could use old security technology we don’t even know about. Either way, what are we going to do? I don’t think we can try the same trick we used at the Black and Blue.”

“If we did,” Bryson said, “that old lady would probably sit on us until we had to Lift out or suffocate.”

Michael stood up. Determination raged like an inferno inside him. He was getting into that game, no matter what.

“Come on,” he said. “We’re doing this the old-fashioned way.”

“We are?” Bryson asked, surprised.

“Yes, we are. I’m going back inside.” Michael stomped off, not knowing where his sudden bravery had come from and not caring. His friends hurried to catch up.

7

Michael didn’t really have a plan. And he knew there’d be more waiting for them than that gum-smacking girl and the lady he thought of as Stonewall. The game people had to have other ways to keep them out. But Michael was ready to get past them all. He was fired up and ready for a fight.

Bryson grabbed his shoulder and spun him around just as they reached the shabby door.

“What?” Michael asked. “If you try to stop me, I might chicken out.”

“Call me crazy, but shouldn’t we talk this through a little? I don’t know, come up with a plan, maybe?”

Michael knew he should calm down, but he didn’t want to. “Think of all the crap you’ve dragged me into over the years. It’s my turn now. Just follow my lead. It can’t be too bad in there—they know people won’t just try to break in. The visual evidence would be too strong, and they’d end up in jail. But we’re desperate enough to try, so let’s go.”

Sarah was smiling at him with her eyebrows slightly raised, as if she was impressed. “I like this side of you.”

“Yeah, I know. Come on.” He turned away from them and opened the door.

8

As soon as they entered, Michael could tell that the huge lady behind the ticket counter knew they were going to start trouble.

She shook her finger at them. “No, no, no you don’t. I can see it in your eyes, boy. I already told you—there’s no way I’m letting you game today. Just turn your butts around and scoot on back out the door.”

Michael hadn’t stopped walking, hadn’t slowed a bit. He stayed on course for the back of the room, with Bryson and Sarah right behind him. When he reached the concession stand he noticed that the black-haired girl had momentarily stopped chewing her gum. She just stood there staring at them with a shocked look on her face as they passed by.

“Why’d they let you work in a place like this, anyway?” Michael asked her, but she didn’t answer.

Stonewall was moving out from behind her counter, flabby flesh swaying on her arm as she waved at them to stop. “Stop right there, mister. Stop. Right. There.” She took a path to cut them off, but they were walking too fast for her.

Michael didn’t know the layout of the place, but from what he could tell, aside from where they came in, there was only one exit from the lobby, which had to be the entrance to Devils of Destruction. It was a shadowy hallway that branched off the back right corner of the room. And that was where he headed.

Suddenly a booming voice filled the air. A deep voice with a thick Southern accent. “How’d you like your pretty faces filled with holes?”

Michael stopped in his tracks, then turned around just as he heard two heavy metallic clicks—the sound of a shotgun being cocked. When he saw the source of the voice, his breath caught in his throat like the air had turned into balls of cotton. That same girl who’d been smacking her gum and acting like she didn’t care one whit about the world was standing on top of the concession stand holding two sawed-off shotguns, their barrels pointed at Michael and his friends.

“The name’s Ryker,” the girl said. “And I ain’t letting punks like you three steal entry on my watch. Ain’t, can’t, won’t. Now get your runty little butts out of here before I start shooting.”

Michael had frozen in place, eyes glued to the strange person with the guns named Ryker.

“Y’all think I’m just some clown at a rodeo?” Ryker asked, holding her weapons up a little higher. “It’ll be some awful mess to clean you all up, but y’all better believe I’ll do it. I’ll lose every last penny of my pay this month if you get in. Now get lost!”