Ice Shock by M. G. Harris

“Container”? Are they more ancient artifacts? Do the Mayas of Ek Naab have them—or know where they are? And what about these “Revival Chambers”?
    If those pages from the document folder have found their way to Madison, he might be able to figure out as much as I have. Will he be able to figure out how to make the Key?
    Then from a forgotten little part of my memory, a tiny thought pops up. Madison stole an ancient artifact—from that collector in Lebanon.
    Was it the Adapter? Was it the Container?
    What else do his people have; what else do they know?
    We’re in a race to get hold of and use this ancienttechnology—and now I have some idea of what to do next. But it won’t be easy.
BLOG ENTRY: DEAR MOM

    If you’re reading this, it’s because something happened to me; it’s because I haven’t come back. It means that you’ve been through my locker at school and found my letter, found the Web address of this blog and the password clue .
    I’ve thought long and hard about this, and here’s what I think .
    I owe you an explanation. It’s been really hard not to tell you what’s been going on. At first, it was because I knew you wouldn’t believe me. And then I began to worry about you .
    I mean, people have died searching for this secret. They’ve been killed. Dad, and my sister, Camila. If I’d told you, I might have put you in danger. I couldn’t handle that .
    So why tell you now?
    If I’m in major trouble, that could be the end for me .
    If it is, well, that changes everything. This is what I’ve decided: it’s not fair to keep you in the dark anymore. If I’m done for, you deserve to know why. I can’t have you wondering what happened and why for the rest of your life. I’ve seen what that’s done to you with Dad. I can’t have that on my conscience .
    To cut a very long story short, I haven’t told you the complete truth about what happened in Mexico. Because when I met Camila, she died because of what she knew. I almost died too. The Ix Codex that Dad was searching for—it’s real. I found it. I met the people Dad came from—his real family in Mexico. They live in a hidden city called Ek Naab and they’re descendents of the ancient Mayas. They protect an ancient secret—a secret older than the Mayan civilization itself .
    And, Mom, I’m one of them. There’s some kind of genetic factor that’s passed only through boys. It protects you from this ancient technology that the Mayas have been guarding since, like, forever. Their books of ancient knowledge can kill with a touch. Unless you have the genetic factor .
    Which means they need me. Dad could have done the job too, but he disappeared—captured by the NRO, a U.S. agency that stole some of the ancient technology. Well, to be fair, the NRO found it when one of the Mayan aircraft crashed. But now that they’ve had a taste of what this technology can do, the NRO want more .
    And then there’s this guy named Simon Madison. Or Martineau—who knows what his real name is. I thought he worked with the NRO, but they say he doesn’t. Do I believe them? I don’t know. Madison is the one who killed my sister. And maybe Dad too .
    Yes, I know. You think I’m making this up. But how could I? It’s completely crazy!
    This blog starts the day you leave for your retreat at Worth Abbey. I said I was going to stay with Emmy, remember?
    Well, I might, but I haven’t quite gotten around to asking her. And anyway, I have something important to do .
    I messed up, see. Made a big mistake that allowed a certain document—part of the Ix Codex—to fall into Simon Madison’s hands .
    I don’t know who Madison works for. I do know that he doesn’t work alone. He’s had an accomplice for months. You know her as “Ollie.”
    Who knows what her real name is .
    You know how