de-magnetise and Iâll be free!
But turning off the power supply to a sophisticated electromagnet wasnât going to be easy, not when Zac was trapped in mid-air wearing nothing but a pair of metal undies!
Desperately, Zac looked around. If only he could spot exactly where the electro-magnet was plugged in.
Over in the corner of the room, Zac spotted a power board with seven or eight things plugged into it. The electromagnet was plugged in there too â it had to be!
An idea popped into Zacâs head. It was a little gross. But what was that phrase Zacâs granny sometimes used?
Or something like that.
Zac concentrated hard. He thought of pizza â his favourite Mexicana, with spicy beef, sour cream and corn chips on top.
Immediately, spit jetted into his mouth and pooled in his cheeks.
His plan was working!
Next, Zac thought of chocolate ice-cream sundaes with honeycomb pieces and hot chocolate sauce. Even more spit rushed into his mouth.
Iâm ready, thought Zac.
He gathered all his spit into one, huge mouthful. Then, with all the power he had in his cheeks, he hoicked the worldâs biggest ever spit glob in the direction of the power board.
SSSSSSPLAT!
With a loud, wet noise, the spit glob landed on the power board.
FIZZ! SPLUTTER!
There was a shower of blue sparks. The computers stopped humming. The room went dark. Zac had short-circuited the power.
And suddenly, Zac was falling. He hit the ground with a loud clang of metal underpants. But it didnât matter.
He was free!
CHAPTER
EIGHT
With the power off, it was pitch black in the research station.
Lucky for me! thought Zac. He still had no clothes on except for the metal underpants. He would have died if anyone had seen him like that!
Moving fast, Zac headed for the door. To crack this mission, he still had to find out why the evil researchers were stealing the petrol. And he had to find out quickly!
Just over an hour until his flight home.
Zac peered through the glass panel set into the door. Outside, he saw a long corridor. Directly across the hall was a big laboratory packed with fancy equipment.
Could it be the command centre of the entire evil operation?
Scientists and researchers streamed out of the lab. Zac recognised some of them as the thugs on skidoos heâd encountered at the storage facility. But there were plenty of others too. This was no small operation!
âPower must be restored! Weâre so close now! We canât afford to lose a minute!â one of the researchers was yelling. People scattered all over the building, trying to find out where the short circuit had happened. Pretty soon, the main lab was totally empty.
Clanking awkwardly, Zac made his way into the corridor and into the main lab. And there, on the very first bench, was a pile of clothes. They were his! Checking first that he was alone, Zac whipped off the metal undies and put his own clothes back on. Relief!
Coolness restored, Zac felt ready to search the lab from top to bottom. Then, overhead, there was a flickering. The lights came back on. That must mean the computers were working again. The researchers would be back any minute!
Zac didnât have much time.
He rushed over a computer in the very middle of the room. It was labelled, âserverâ.
It looked like the main computer â hopefully the one that would store all the information Zac needed to find out what these people were up to.
Zac tapped a few keys. But all that happened was the computerâs screen saver changed from flowers to a photo of a kitten. This was no good! How was he supposed to get into the actual files?
This was where Zac needed Leonâs help. But instead heâd have to call on his inner geek and work it out for himself!
Then Zac remembered something. Hadnât that researcher yelled out that they were close now?
Maybe the last document opened on the computer would hold the key.
Grabbing the mouse, Zac went to the File