Spencer Brokaw: our “Special Highlight” of the Week!
Meet Agent Zack Carter aka Spencer Brokaw. I deem The Impenetrable Spy, Spencer’s first novel, a huge success for one so young. He has since written a sequel: The Impenetrable Spy, Future Dreamer and is currently working on a “Spin-Off” series called Agent J. If anything, Spencer is an inspiration to all writers out there. Keep writing!
The Impenetrable Spy, Book #1
(written at ages 10 and 12)
The Impenetrable Spy
Available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble
Overview
Zack Carter was an ordinary person until meeting up with the CIA. Zack creates a time machine that can transport him back in time when his heart rate stops. Zack is nearly “Impenetrable” and can not be beaten. Wang Bo, a rich leader of China discovers a small statue that can make peoples worst fears come alive. He is also the leader of a mass terrorist group dubbed the Bad Hounds. Zack’s main priority is to save the United States from World War 3. He travels through several missions through huge mansions, a war torn D.C, an insane asylum, and New York City.
The Impenetrable Spy: Future Dreamer, by Spencer Brokaw (Book 2)
The Impenetrable Spy:
Future Dreamer, Book 2
(written at ages 12 and 13)
Teaser:
Five years has passed since the events of The Impenetrable Spy. Zack Carter’s oldest friend has been murdered. The gun is covered in his fingerprints. Now on the run, Zack has to pit himself against CIA agents while trying to uncover the truth. He has to clear his name before things get out of hand. When he stumbles onto something bigger he must go on several missions through locations including Nigeria, Chicago, CIA headquarters, Germany, and France.
Excerpt:
Zack exited the app and sat down on the squeaky bed in his room. The mattress sunk down as Zack looked out the tall, ten foot by ten foot window next to his bed. It faced a skyscraper and people strolled on the sidewalks below as taxi cabs dashed in and out of traffic. Zack reached for the bathroom’s doorknob as it flew off the hinges into him.
Zack rolled over as a machete flew into the carpet. The carpet ripped as Zack kicked the machete out of the man’s hands. Zack got the first look at his pursuer. It was a CIA agent wearing a newer version of their special ops suits. Zack shot the M9 as the man dove away from the bullet. The blast hit the assailant in the leg as blood oozed out of his suit. The man turned and revealed his face. Zack had seen the agent at HQ before. The guy had a beat up sweaty face with brown, shaggy hair and blue eyes. Zack tackled the man, which sent him into the wall. The agent groaned as Zack belted his attacker’s face. Zack’s head flew back as a kick hit him in the chin.
His head bobbed as the pursuer leaped at Zack like a wild tiger. Zack jumped at the last second as the spy flew into the window, shattering it. The body slammed into the pavement as civilians looked up at the hotel. Zack looked over the side as people pointed up at him. He grabbed his satchel and went down the staircase to the bottom floor. He kept moving as heavy footsteps were created upstairs while people screamed. Zack exited the building and walked at a quick pace.
“There!” someone yelled.
Zack looked over as a cop spotted him. Zack sprinted and pushed his way through the large groups of people as sirens went off in the background. The cop tried to keep up, but Zack was too fast for him. Zack tried to act more casual as he pushed his way through. A yell from the cop came from behind. Zack turned around as a police cruiser pulled into the street. Zack felt like it was all over. The cop grabbed his backpack; Zack turned around and avoided a heavy punch from the officer. Zack kicked the man’s kneecap in the process and broke the leg backwards as he started to run away from the scene. He walked into a nearby grocery store and went into the restroom. He changed into another outfit. He put on a pair of Under Armour sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt.
He put on a cheap pair of aviator sunglasses as he heard the door fly open to the main entrance. Zack grabbed a pair of scissors from his satchel. He quickly cut his hair off into the sink as the police officer’s voice boomed on the other side of the door. Zack looked cleaner now as he snipped off his beard and some of his hair. Zack’s stomach lurched as a police officer walked into the bathroom. Zack washed the hair down the sink while he pretended to wash his hands.
“Do you need something officer?” Zack asked, concerned.
“Yes as a matter of fact. Have you seen a mid-size man with a long beard, shaggy hair, and plaid clothing?”
“No, I haven’t but I’ll let the station know as soon as I do.”
Zack exited the restroom and continued his way through the streets. He called a taxi to drive him to Davidson’s house.
AGENT J
This is a spin-off from the Impenetrable Spy series. Similar characters but focus on different protagonists.
Excerpt:
It was the black hour of the night, the darkest, coldest, scariest hour. Jack was sitting on a rooftop staring at the heavily guarded bank across the street. Right next to him was a gargoyle; in the daylight the statues don’t normally bother people, but in the black of night, the statues can be quite frightful. Jack turned and looked at the foul statue. It gave him a startle. His blue eyes had not fully adjusted to his surroundings. Then Jack read the time on the enormous clock just above the gargoyle: 12 A.M. He was at least fifty feet up. Wind sifted through his black hair at the altitude.
He observed the bank across the street and began to pan his night vision goggles towards the front door. It was guarded by two men holding M9s that were surveying the area. Jack spotted a camera facing the entrance. He could take it out once he got closer. Jack pulled out his infamous crane gun, a weapon that enables the operator to swing to high places. The gun is shot at the desired area; then the operator pulls the trigger to send him/her to their destination. Jack shot it at the roof of the bank. He pulled the trigger as he flew through the cold night air. The men below didn’t even notice him.
Jack pulled out his favorite concealable weapon, the M9 handgun. Jack had equipped a silencer and was now watching the men below. Jack used the money from his thefts to buy weapons and sell them for extreme prices on the black market. He was a large arms dealer, yet he did every transaction online on an encrypted computer. There was no way Jack would let some hacker find out what he had been doing, so he encrypted his computer and established several firewalls for protection. Jack eyed the men below. He lowered his pistol and stared at a window that looked into the building. It revealed all of the security that Jack would have to bypass.
There was a retinal scanner, which scans the operator’s eye to gain access to the entrance it is guarding. Then there was a keypad lock that Jack would have to get passed. He saw two more cameras, which he figured would be a breeze. With a couple of bullets and some information, Jack would have a desirable amount of cash. He slipped off the edge of the building as his black suit ripped. It was what concealed all of his weapons, gadgets, but not the money. The money would go into a duffle bag, which Jack had rolled up in a backpack on his suit.
Jack was falling to the ground below. He grabbed onto a ledge and began to slowly make his way to ground level. Jack stopped to face a camera inside the building. It wasn’t trained on him, but Jack could still see it swaying back and forth. A man walked out of the bank. Jack hadn’t even foreseen any more men. But the door was still open, and that meant Jack had a chance to take out the camera. He raised his pistol and looked down the iron-sight as best as he could. His hand shook as he fired. The camera was blown to pieces right as the door closed shut. It was now safe for Jack to take out the guards.
He dropped to the ground as he fell backwards into some bushes. He cursed and got up against the wall. A man walked by him with a flashlight and stared out into the distance. Jack grabbed him and cupped his hand over the man’s mouth. The guard stopped struggling as Jack laid him down. The bank was large and made of stone; it wasn’t your average Fifth Third Bank. Jack grabbed the other men and threw them to the ground. He snapped one’s neck and grabbed the other.
“What are the numbers to the keypad?” Jack asked in a dark tone.
“7345,” the man replied.
Jack kneed the man in the stomach and bonked him on the head. The patrolman dropped to the ground as Jack picked him up and dragged him to the door. He would get the man to access the retinal scanner later. Jack would first have to take out the cameras that would reveal his face. He opened the door and sprinted to a room in the back. It was a security room. Jack walked over to a computer screen that almost blinded him with light. He squinted and clicked on “deactivate cameras.” The computer made a noise in return. Jack found the security feeds and deleted them. He walked back outside and grabbed one of the guards. He propped the man up to the retinal scanner as it made a click. The keypad opened up as Jack entered the numbers. The keypad beeped and flashed a bright green.
Jack grabbed a latch and opened the bank vault. It stretched about five feet back and it was ten feet wide. There were three filing cabinets that contained money, safety deposit boxes, and a few gold bricks. Jack stuffed what he could into his duffle bag and ran out of the room. He spotted his van across the street. He had never been to the bank that night; there was no record of him being there. He was as stealthy and quiet as a ghost. He left the bank as it was when he walked in, and then he climbed into his van and drove to his condominium.
He had fallen asleep on the maroon couch watching his flat screen TV. His condo was very luxurious but rather small. The main room contained a kitchen and a living room. The kitchen consisted of granite countertops and a small island that held an assortment of knives. There were some wooden cabinets and tan tile flooring. The living room had a couch and a lazy boy recliner along with a stone fireplace. It held the TV on top. On either sides of the fireplace were potted plants that scraped against a few windows. The walls were painted crimson, and the floor was wooden. To the right of the fireplace was his bedroom. A large king bed and a few dressers occupied most of the space.
On the left of the fireplace was a small office that had his encrypted computer and a nice black swivel chair. Jack walked over to the kitchen and began to whip up an omelet. He flipped the egg up in the air and let it sizzle. He sprinkled some green onions and peppers on before taking a big bite. He turned on the news and reclined in his lazy boy chair. He saw the bank heist had made the biggest story.
“An unknown man took several thousands of dollars at a nearby bank. The police can’t find any fingerprints, so be on the lookout for this bank robber. We are calling him Agent J, so if you have any leads, please contact the police immediately.”
Agent J was the name they had given Jack, because they heard him say his first name during a robbery, and agent suited him for his stealth-like abilities. Jack snickered and thought of his companions who had helped him with so many bank robberies. They had all decided that it was too dangerous, so they stopped. Jack was twenty five years old and alone. He had no one that loved him except for his family, which was nearby. He had no siblings and his parents were growing old and weak. Jack was sad that he hadn’t talked to them for such an amount of time. It had been about a year since he talked to any relatives. He sat down on his swivel chair and began purchasing things to sell on the black market.
He quickly did his transactions and heard the newscaster report a fire. Jack walked into the room and stared at the building, it was his parent’s.
About Spencer Brokaw
Spencer Brokaw published his first book The Impenetrable Spy in 2011 at age 12. He enjoys writing and plans on creating a series. He resides in Ohio and enjoys swimming, golfing, playing the drums, and reading.
