[ WP ] During the first day of grade school , a sleeper agent 's activation code is spoken 20 years too early .

`` Poland....Polar Bear... Polaroid....'' 
 
 Ivan licked his lips as he concentrated on the task at hand. Carefully, his hand hovered over the slot and the piece dropped. A moment of thought for both of them. Then, `` That's four. I win!'' 
 
 `` Rabbit... Rabies....Racecar...'' 
 
 The other child sulked for an instant before they spilled the checkered pieces and started again. 
 
 Mrs. Wilton started passing out the first homeworks sheets as the class started to settle in place. 
 
 `` Sarcasm... Sardine... Sarnia... Sar... Sart-... Sartay...'' 
 
 As Mrs. Wilton passed Billy in the corner, face buried in the Encyclopedia. `` It's pronounced Sartre, honey.'' 
 
 `` Oh. Okay. Sartre... Saturday...'' 
 
 `` It's Tuesday, Billy,'' one of the girls piped up. 
 
 In the corner Ivan started to listen, intently. Without knowing why. Somewhere in the back of his head, something twitched. 
 
 `` I know it's Tuesday. I'm reading... Saturn... Saturna... Satur-na-lee-ah.'' 
 
 Ivan was nervous. It was more than just first day jitters now. Something else. 
 
 `` Sangria...'' 
 
 `` Wait...'' One of the girls frowned. `` Sangria does n't come before Tuesday.'' 
 
 Ivan popped up. His eyes unfocused as something reset in his brain. The checkers on the table shattered. When his focus came back, he turned towards the door and propped up the chair against it. Hands fast and - 
 
 Mrs. Wilton started approaching, there was n't much time. 
 
 `` Ivan, what're you doing honey?'' 
 
 Without looking, behind him, she was within range of his little hands. 
 
 The little boy silently stretched his calves without budging from his place. 
 
 `` Sorry, Mrs. Wilton. Just doing what I'm told.''
