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giant heads out of my light I might be able to tell you,’ Ning said angrily.
    But the twins wouldn’t back off: Ning was stronger than them and if she got her hands on a shirt first they wouldn’t be able to stop her putting it on.
    ‘Drawing lots is the only fair way to do it,’ Daniel suggested.
    ‘I’m injured,’ Leon pointed out.
    ‘Only your bloody finger!’ Daniel scoffed. ‘Besides, whoever gets the shirt can still help the other trainees.’
    ‘Shut up, both of you,’ Ning said. She was getting frustrated because it was dark inside the box and the brown paper was held in place with thick parcel tape which was a bugger to rip.
    When she finally snapped it and tore the paper away, Ning immediately noticed the number of shirts inside the glass box.
    ‘It’s all three of ’em,’ she said. ‘But this is too easy.’
    When Ning tilted the glass box on its side to unsnag the wrapping trapped beneath, she was shocked by how heavy it was. Then she noticed that the shirts hadn’t moved when she’d tilted it.
    ‘This thing’s solid,’ Ning said. ‘Back out.’
    As the boys backed away from the trunk, Ning grasped the glass-encased T-shirts. It took all her strength to lift it out of the trunk, then it slipped from Ning’s grasp and hit the shingles with a big crunch.
    ‘ Christ that weighs a ton,’ Ning moaned.
    ‘We need something thick and heavy to smash it open,’ Daniel said.
    ‘How about your head?’ Leon suggested.
    ‘You funny man,’ Daniel said, as he picked up the biggest rock he could see. ‘Mind your eyes. This might end up with glass flying everywhere.’
    Daniel raised the rock above his head and thrust it down against the middle of the glass slab. There was a hollow chinking sound and another when he made a second attempt. But Ning was disappointed when she crouched down and inspected the glass.
    ‘Not even a scratch,’ she said.
    ‘Maybe try breaking bits off from the edge rather than smashing the whole thing in the middle,’ Leon suggested.
    ‘Worth a try,’ Daniel agreed.
    Daniel yelped with pain as he bashed the rock against the edge of the glass slab. The rock had shattered on impact and the sharp edge had cut his palm open.
    ‘Shit!’ Daniel yelled, as he staggered backwards clutching a bloody hand. ‘Stupid poxy bloody rock.’
    ‘Leon, make him a bandage out of the tablecloth,’ Ning suggested.
    ‘It’s not that bad,’ Daniel said, as he rubbed his bloody hand against the sleeve of his fleece. ‘Just stings like hell.’
    ‘So what now?’ Leon asked. ‘Make a fire and see if it melts?’
    ‘Perhaps,’ Ning said thoughtfully, ‘but I doubt it’ll be that easy. There’s going to be something on this island that enables us to break that glass. We’ve got to scout around and try to find it.’
    ‘I hate Kazakov and Speaks,’ Leon said, shaking his head as he kicked up a storm of little pebbles. ‘I bet those two dicks are warm, and dry, and laughing their arses off right now.’

4. KREMLIN
    The ideal spot for an airfield is a large flat area, with run-off areas for bad landings and nothing too tall nearby so that aircraft can take off gently and even glide back to the runway if they suffer an engine failure on take-off.
    The Aramov Clan’s base was the exact opposite of this. The cramped facility had hangars, fuel tanks and the stripped-out hulks of Soviet military aircraft close to the runway and it was set in the base of a valley. On approach and take-off, pilots had to bank sharply and fly through a three-hundred-metre-wide channel, and if they got their heading wrong the plane would smash into the side of a mountain.
    But the old Soviet Union Air Force had built an airbase in this location for a reason: radar waves can’t see through mountains and spy satellites have a tough time penetrating the dense cloud that forms around mountain peaks.
    In the 1970s and ’80s, Soviet bombers and spy planes could take off and land here without America or