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Max and Linden caught sight of the interior of the plane through the invisible door and leapt inside. After the usual brain-sucking jostling of the Sanitiser, they hurriedly took their seats just in time for Roger the cabin-hand to lock the doors and take his own seat. The jet then lifted to hovering and shot like a catapult out of the VART and into the skies above London.
    Linden immediately opened the Digital Think Amajig that was nestled in the armrest of his chair and ordered a hamburger with the lot, a chocolate milkshake and a bowl of chips.
    Max doubted even Linden could eat that much. ‘You sure that’s going to be enough?’
    Linden looked concerned. ‘You’re right.’ He added a side order of fish fingers. ‘That should do it.’
    Max smiled until Harrison’s words came back to her.
    â€˜Linden, do you think Blue is planning his revenge?’
    Linden looked down the aisle, eager to spot Roger bringing his food. ‘He’s under maximumsecurity. I don’t think he can plan much.’ He noticed Max hadn’t ordered her meal.
    â€˜Aren’t you going to eat anything?’
    â€˜Maybe later.’ Max looked out the window. She had suddenly remembered that her mother’s wedding was on the weekend, a thought even more unsettling than Harrison’s suspicions of Blue.
    Later, as Linden finished the last mouthful of hamburger, the jet slowed down and Sleek’s voice floated over their heads.
    â€˜This is your captain again. We will shortly be arriving in Sydney before heading west to Mindawarra. Please make sure your tray tables are stowed and your seats are in an upright position. I hope you enjoyed your trip and choose to fly again with Sleek.’
    â€˜He’s in a good mood.’ Max had never heard Sleek sounding so happy.
    â€˜Must be relieved to have the jet back together.’
    The windows filled with the deep blue expanse of Sydney Harbour that lit up with the morning sun so that it looked like a dappled bed of diamonds. Lush green parks and wild bushland nestled snugly around its shores. Boats and ferries jostled on its surface and a passenger ship sailed under the world’s most famous coathanger, the Harbour Bridge.
    The jet turned inland and slowed down to a hovering standstill, just above a large tree in a park near Max’s school.
    â€˜See you on the weekend?’ Linden asked carefully.
    â€˜Sure.’ Max tried to sound excited. Even though there was very little chance of the wedding being anything but a total nightmare, at least with Eleanor, Ben and Linden there, she might just make it through alive. ‘Well done on another successful mission, partner,’ she added.
    â€˜Couldn’t have done it without you, chief.’
    â€˜I know.’ Max spun around and pressed the exit button. The door opened upwards and she walked past the deflated Sanitiser walls to the edge of the hovering jet. After slipping on her super-grip gloves, she grabbed hold of an Abseiler rope that was attached to the roof.
    Max took a deep breath before lowering herself into the thick camouflage of the tree. Seconds later, she landed safely on the ground.
    She looked up and watched as the Abseiler rope moved upwards and disappeared. The top of the tree swayed slightly as if a gust of wind had stirred it, and Max knew the jet had turned and was headed to Mindawarra.
    After she’d brushed herself down and removedher gloves, she flipped open the top of her red chrome Spyforce watch and smiled. There was just enough time to make it to school before the bell rang. She’d been late a few times during last term. So far she’d managed to keep Principal Peasers off her back with faked notes, believable-sounding excuses and Oscar award-winning limping on ‘sprained’ ankles, but she knew if she pushed it any further, her luck would run out.
    But when she came out from behind the tree, she saw something she hadn’t