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scrambled inside the craft. Sorenson then released the anchors, started the engine and they were away.
    â€˜So long, Blacksea. Sorry I can’t stay longer, but I have some important business to attend to.’ Blue sniggered in delight. ‘And a spy agency to bring down.’
    The hovering aircraft swayed over the rising waves and within seconds had disappeared into the inky clutches of the night.
    Not far away, another chopper struggled to navigate the slamming winds as one of its passengers watched Blacksea disappear into the mist. She sank into her shawl as a flash of lightning spilled onto her face. Ms Peckham let loose a quiet, victorious laugh. ‘We shall see you soon, sir.’

‘Looks like you two have come to an end!’
    Max and Linden stared at Harrison, not knowing what to do or say. This wasn’t the welcome home they’d expected.
    Steinberger looked away awkwardly.
    A silence lined with anticipation poured into the room.
    â€˜Looks like you two have …’ Seconds passed. ‘… done it again is what I meant to say.’
    Harrison, the Chief of Spyforce, breathed a disappointed sigh. He was known for his occasional mismanaging of words. In fact, whole sentences sometimes escaped from his lips making no sense at all. He looked down at his sprained wrist, which was cradled in a sling due to an accident with a tea trolley, a dish of cream buns and a rather quickly revolving door.
    Max looked at Harrison’s dejected face. She liked his way with words. Even though they weren’t quite the right words at times, she’d miss it if he changed.
    â€˜Not to worry, sir.’ Steinberger, as usual, was by his chief’s side. ‘For now, there’s something we have to say to our two youngest spies.’
    â€˜Yes. Yes, of course.’ Harrison lifted two silver medallions from his desk drawer. They werestamped with the Spyforce insignia and the following inscription:

    â€˜And this is how we’d like to do it. Steinberger?’
    Steinberger rotated a small white knob on the wall and the lights dimmed. A button clicked and the sound of a brass band piped up in full swing. A spotlight lit up the proud and now composed face of Harrison, who held the medallions before him.
    â€˜Max Remy and Linden Franklin, as Chief of Spyforce it is my pleasure to award you these medals for the successful completion of your fifth mission at the Force.’
    The volume of the brass band increased, accompanied by the splatter of excited applause. Max gave Linden a triumphant smile. Before joining Spyforce she was convinced she was no good at anything, but standing here beside Linden, she knew they made a great spy team.
    â€˜You have both shown a level of courage and skill that is extraordinary. You’ve mastered Spyforce equipment, expertly followed mission briefs andeven overcome a certain tendency to …’ Harrison levelled a gentle eye at Max. ‘… anger.’
    Max bit her lip, knowing her temper wasn’t her best quality.
    â€˜We are proud to have you on our team.’
    Harrison leant forward and carefully placed the medallions around Max and Linden’s necks. The band crescendoed into a brassy explosion of trumpets, drums, tubas and cymbals. The lights flickered in a celebratory frenzy and small glittering pieces of tinsel fell around them.
    Without warning, the music stopped and a mumbled ‘ooph’ and clatter of metal was heard as Steinberger stumbled to the light switch and restored the room to a Spyforce office once again.
    â€˜Excrement!’
    There was another strained silence. The proud look drained from Harrison’s face with his latest word blunder. ‘I mean,’ he lilted, ‘ excellent , of course.’
    He sat down with a heavy thud.
    Max was eager to see his smile return. ‘It’s an honour working with you, sir.’ She grinned so widely her cheeks started to hurt.
    â€˜I think so