"Good work, Zach," said one of the men in the helicopters. "We couldn't have done it without you." "Not a problem, Renaldo. Piece of cake," Zach said. "But what exactly does the chip do?" "We believe that the chip was to be exchanged from this small desert base to the Leopard Organization for a large sum of money," replied Renaldo. "That's great and all, but you didn't tell me exactly what it does..." "We aren't exactly sure, but we believe that this chip is the key to some sort of massive weapon." "Aren't they all," said Zach with a sigh. "So am I needed for anymore infiltrations anytime soon, or can I take the afternoon off?" "Well, that's your last bit of spy work for now, but you do have an architecture lecture coming up soon," he answered. "Well get this copter into top gear. I'll be getting a quick nap in the back. Holler at me if we're getting shot down or something." A few hours later, Zach was awakened from his sleep. "Alright, Zach," said another of the helicopter passengers. "We've got two minutes until we're over campus. Suit up." Zach prepared himself for the dive down to the architecture building. Putting all his gadgets away, he got his parachute on and got his books together. "Prepare to jump!" said a man in the copter. Zach did a few strcthes and headed for the door. "Three, two, one! Happy landings!" Zach leaped into the air, far above Knoxville. He passed through clouds along the way down, and nearly killed a bird. He activated his parachute and began his slow descent. The sky blue color kept him from being noticed as he aimed for the top of Humanities. He folded up his parachute and got ready to head down to the architecture building. "Oh, five minutes until class; better take the short cut..." Zach jumped off the McClung tower, riding the zip line to the roof of the architecture building. He jumped of the roof into the third floor shrubs. From there, he jumped down to the reading court trees and climbed on to the sidewalk. He headed into the lecture hall and sat down by Eric. "Almost late, there Zach," said Eric. "Yeah, well, you know," he replied. As Zach was preparing his notebook, he felt his crisis-alarm going off. "Um, I won't be able to meet you and Jason for lunch today. I've got some killer statics homework to take care of," he said. "Always with the statics, Zach. Sometimes I wonder..."