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of the galley just as a siren began wailing.
Captain Stewartâs voice boomed over the loudspeaker. âAttention all personnel! If you see Zac Power, alias Zac Blythe-Jones, capture him. Use whatever force necessary. He is a spy.â
Zac tore away down a long, winding corridor, breathing hard. He had no idea which way to go!
â300 feetâ¦400 feet,â came the computerised voice over the loudspeaker.
At the end of the corridor, there were two doorways. Which one should he take?
Zac grasped the right hand door. He hesitated.What if he opened this door and found it was full of Marine Tech henchmen? Heâd be captured straight away.
He turned to the door on the left. Again, he stopped. What if this doorway led straight to Captain Stewart?
â500 feet...600 feet,â said the loudspeaker.
Zac heard a sound coming up the corridor behind him. Footsteps! And they were getting louder and louder.
He couldnât turn back now. He had to choose one of those doors.
â700 feet.â
Zac grabbed the left door handle. He plunged through the door and slammed it shut behind him.
He was in a storeroom. It was filled with rows and rows of torpedoes.
â800 feetâ¦900 feetâ¦1000 feet.â
Zac had an idea!
He tore off his digital watch. He was no techno geek, but you couldnât get through basic spy training without learning how to make a bomb timer.
â1100 feet.â
Zacâs ears were beginning to pop. The deeper the Sea Devil dived, the more his head throbbed with pressure. It hurt, but Zac couldnât stop now.
Hurriedly, he fiddled with the wires from inside his digital watch.
Red over blue.
A twist here. Another there.
That was it! He had it.
Running to the nearest torpedo, Zac attached the timer. He should have been freaking out, but he wasnât. He had a plan and he was sticking to it, even if it was incredibly dangerous. Zac felt more in control than he had the entire mission.
He set the timer for 60 seconds.
He ran, slamming the storeroom door behind him. He had to get back to his submersible before the Sea Devil went much deeper. If things went according to Zacâs plan, he was going to destroy the whole storeroom of torpedoes!
Zac looked around. He didnât know for sure, but this part of the submarine looked familiar. Yes! He was at the door leading into the loading bay.
â1200 feet,â said the loudspeaker.
Beside the door was a digital security panel.
âPrepare for retina scanning,â said a computerised voice.
Leon wouldâve known how to cheat a retina scan and get that door open without force. But Zac didnât have time to call his brother. He took a run up and rammed his shoulder into the door. It sprang open. And right there, where heâd left it, was his amphibious submersible.
â1300 feetâ¦1400 feet.â
Zac tried the hatch of the amphibious submersible. It was open! He jumped in and slammed the hatch closed.
â1500 feetâ¦1600 feet.â
Fear clutched Zacâs stomach. He had a feeling this might happen. His amphibious submersible couldnât go deeper than 1500 feet. And the Sea Devil was already deeper than that. Would his submersible make it?
But no sooner had Zac thought this than he heard voices at the loading bay door.
âStop right there, Zac Power!â yelled
Captain Stewart.
â1700 feetâ¦1800 feet.â
Captain Stewart practically flew across the loading bay towards the amphibious submersible. She was closing in on him!
â1900 feet.â
There must be some way Zac could stop her. He scanned the cockpit for ideas.
His iPod!
Should he? Of all his gadgets, his iPod was his favourite.
But he had no choice!
â2000 feet.â
Zac opened the hatch. With perfect aim, he threw his iPod through the air like a frisbee. It smacked Captain Stewart in the head. She dropped to the floor.
Thenâ¦
The storeroom of torpedos exploded. In a shower of
Captain Stewartâs voice boomed over the loudspeaker. âAttention all personnel! If you see Zac Power, alias Zac Blythe-Jones, capture him. Use whatever force necessary. He is a spy.â
Zac tore away down a long, winding corridor, breathing hard. He had no idea which way to go!
â300 feetâ¦400 feet,â came the computerised voice over the loudspeaker.
At the end of the corridor, there were two doorways. Which one should he take?
Zac grasped the right hand door. He hesitated.What if he opened this door and found it was full of Marine Tech henchmen? Heâd be captured straight away.
He turned to the door on the left. Again, he stopped. What if this doorway led straight to Captain Stewart?
â500 feet...600 feet,â said the loudspeaker.
Zac heard a sound coming up the corridor behind him. Footsteps! And they were getting louder and louder.
He couldnât turn back now. He had to choose one of those doors.
â700 feet.â
Zac grabbed the left door handle. He plunged through the door and slammed it shut behind him.
He was in a storeroom. It was filled with rows and rows of torpedoes.
â800 feetâ¦900 feetâ¦1000 feet.â
Zac had an idea!
He tore off his digital watch. He was no techno geek, but you couldnât get through basic spy training without learning how to make a bomb timer.
â1100 feet.â
Zacâs ears were beginning to pop. The deeper the Sea Devil dived, the more his head throbbed with pressure. It hurt, but Zac couldnât stop now.
Hurriedly, he fiddled with the wires from inside his digital watch.
Red over blue.
A twist here. Another there.
That was it! He had it.
Running to the nearest torpedo, Zac attached the timer. He should have been freaking out, but he wasnât. He had a plan and he was sticking to it, even if it was incredibly dangerous. Zac felt more in control than he had the entire mission.
He set the timer for 60 seconds.
He ran, slamming the storeroom door behind him. He had to get back to his submersible before the Sea Devil went much deeper. If things went according to Zacâs plan, he was going to destroy the whole storeroom of torpedoes!
Zac looked around. He didnât know for sure, but this part of the submarine looked familiar. Yes! He was at the door leading into the loading bay.
â1200 feet,â said the loudspeaker.
Beside the door was a digital security panel.
âPrepare for retina scanning,â said a computerised voice.
Leon wouldâve known how to cheat a retina scan and get that door open without force. But Zac didnât have time to call his brother. He took a run up and rammed his shoulder into the door. It sprang open. And right there, where heâd left it, was his amphibious submersible.
â1300 feetâ¦1400 feet.â
Zac tried the hatch of the amphibious submersible. It was open! He jumped in and slammed the hatch closed.
â1500 feetâ¦1600 feet.â
Fear clutched Zacâs stomach. He had a feeling this might happen. His amphibious submersible couldnât go deeper than 1500 feet. And the Sea Devil was already deeper than that. Would his submersible make it?
But no sooner had Zac thought this than he heard voices at the loading bay door.
âStop right there, Zac Power!â yelled
Captain Stewart.
â1700 feetâ¦1800 feet.â
Captain Stewart practically flew across the loading bay towards the amphibious submersible. She was closing in on him!
â1900 feet.â
There must be some way Zac could stop her. He scanned the cockpit for ideas.
His iPod!
Should he? Of all his gadgets, his iPod was his favourite.
But he had no choice!
â2000 feet.â
Zac opened the hatch. With perfect aim, he threw his iPod through the air like a frisbee. It smacked Captain Stewart in the head. She dropped to the floor.
Thenâ¦
The storeroom of torpedos exploded. In a shower of
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