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at a 3D display that floated above the workbench. A tiny dot was racing across a map of London,while detailed information ticked along below.
    “Once again, Firestorm is confident of success,” said Queen Bee. “They don’t realize that an organization like SWARM even exists, let alone that we can follow their movements. They’ll have assumed they could lose this woman somewhere in the city.”
    “Two attacks in less than two hours,” said Alfred Berners, tapping at his laptop. “They’re certainly confident.”
    “Any update on what was taken?” said Queen Bee.
    “Working on it,” said Simon. “Obviously, MI6 don’t want to let on. Every last byte of it will be top secret. Many of their own staff don’t even have access to those computers. Alfred’s hacking into their network now. They’ve got a whole series of firewalls, but we should be able to find out what was taken before long.”
    “Can we launch the SWARM?” said Queen Bee.
    Professor Miller checked the tank containing the robots. The purple liquid was draining away. “Three minutes,” he said. “The repair systems will return them to launch positions automatically.”
    The synthesized voices of the robots all chimed from the speaker built into the workbench. “Rebooting. Full program and subroutine check underway.”
    “We may not have three minutes,” muttered Queen Bee. “Where’s the woman now?”
    Simon’s gaze was firmly on the 3D display. “She’s weaving around just above roof level, keeping out of sight as far as possible… Still travelling at speed… Wait, she’s slowing down… Altitude decreasing… She’s entered the top floor of a multi-storey car park, bearing 314.5.”
    “Have we got anyone in that area?” said Queen Bee.
    “Checking… Agent K isn’t close, but I can divert Agent J. He’s on his way to collect Sirena.”
    “Do it!”

3:21 p.m.
    The young woman fired down her jetpack and landed in a dark corner on the empty upper levelof a multi-storey car park. A cold breeze whipped round the stairwells and, beside her, water dripped through a crack in the low ceiling.
    Suddenly, a large white hatchback sped into view. Its engine growled as it drove up a nearby ramp and approached the woman. The brakes of the car squealed as it came to a halt less than a metre in front of her. Leaving the engine running, a man in a tatty denim jacket and a black woollen beanie got out of the rusting vehicle. He had piercing pale blue eyes, and his mouth was set into a permanent line of disapproval.
    He held out his hand. “Code Name Firestorm, Part Two,” he said.
    The woman reached into her pocket, took out the cube she’d used in the MI6 building and handed it over. Then she took off her gadget-filled coat and glasses, and handed them over too.
    “Confirm timed memory wipe,” he said.
    “Confirmed,” she said flatly.
    He looked at his watch. “Less than a minute until it wears off,” he muttered. “Perfect.”
    He got back into his car and sped away down the exit ramp. Almost as soon as the sound ofthe vehicle faded away, the woman blinked and shook her head.
    Within seconds, another car appeared, this one dark and sleek. The man who got out was dressed in a smart suit. It was Agent J. He tapped at his smartphone as he hurried over to the woman.
    “Target acquired,” he said. “Looks like she’s either ditched the tech or it’s been taken from her.”
    “What’s going on?” cried the woman, rubbing her head. “Where am I?”
    “It’s OK,” said Agent J. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. What’s your name?”
    “Sally,” she said. “Sally Burns. What’s the time? I’m going to be late for work, my shift at SuperSave starts at eleven. How did I get here? Who are you?”
    “You’re in safe hands now. I’m sorry, but I need to ask you: what’s the last thing you remember?”
    “What? Er, I was just leaving my flat. And then… It’s a blank.” Her voice rose in alarm. “What’s going on