I opened my test paper again. Mr. Green had written something on the bottom, and I smiled big when I saw what it was: Nolan, You Shred, man! Awesome. I shred? Shred was special. Beyond awesome. He only said that about his favorite guitar players. Or bands or presidents. I put the paper carefully in my folder. Inside I could feel it, things were changing.
If Shredderman was going to catch the Tagger, I had to act fast. But to pull off my plan, I was going to need bionic hearing and X-ray vision and an invisibility cloack. Or I was going to have to ditch school.