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WorldEye! thought Zac, surprised. GIBâs incredibly high-tech satellite system? What would that have to do with the stolen petrol?
Zac opened the document.
MEMO
TO ALL SKY INDUSTRIES STAFF
OPERATION WORLDEYE - DAILY UPDATE
Petrol storage tanks are
at 98.97% storage capacity.
This is almost enough fuel
to fire our ballistic missile.
We anticipate total destruction of the
WorldEye satellite system within hours.
Great work, team!
P.S. DONâT FORGET, weâre collecting money
to buy milk and tea bags for the staff room.
Have you contributed yet?
He scanned what was written there.
It all seemed horribly clear, except for two things. Who were Sky Industries and why would they want to blow up World-Eye?
The walls of the lab were lined with photographs of important Sky Industries staff shaking hands with dignitaries.
Zac recognised the Prime Minister of Japan, some American senators and⦠wasnât that⦠yes it was! The Commander-in-Chief of GIB!
The Commander-in-Chief was standing with a group of men and women dressed in Sky Industries lab coats. Behind them was a large piece of equipment. Zac could just make out some words painted on the side â WorldEye.
WorldEye! So, Sky Industries manufactured WorldEye? Why on earth would they want to blow it up if they made it?
Unless⦠.
Zac thought about the all-staff email.
Sky Industries were collecting money from staff to buy cheap things like milk and tea bags!
If the company couldnât even afford those, the business couldnât be going very well, thought Zac.
Zac knew that WorldEye was the most expensive satellite ever built. Might Sky Industries want to blow it up just so they could get the contract to build a replacement? That way, theyâd get their business out of financial trouble. That was it! It had to be.
The petrol storage tanks were almost full.The missile launch couldnât be far away. Zac would have to do something right now to stop it. Otherwise it would be too late!
CHAPTER
NINE
âRight, then. Back to work.â
Zacâs blood ran cold. That voice! He recognised it! It was the woman with the iron grip whoâd discovered him back at the storage facility. And, by the sounds of things, she had all her workmates from the lab with her.
He really didnât want another encounter with that woman. She was as tough as nails.
The handle on the lab door turned. In another second, Zac would be sprung.
Apart from the door, there was only one other way out. Without a momentâs hesit-ation, Zac vaulted onto the nearest lab bench. Then, nimble as a monkey, he jumped up and swung from the ceiling fan across to a window high up in the wall.
With less than a millimetre to spare, Zac caught the window ledge. He swung by his fingertips for a second.
The lab door creaked open just as Zac, with a huge effort, hauled himself up and out through the window. Just in time.
THUNK! OWWWW!
Outside he hit the ice heavily.
There was no time to worry about cuts and bruises, though. Zac got up and ran. Just as before, a line of skidoos stood ready and waiting to be used by the researchers.
Or by 12-year-old super spies, thought Zac.
Jumping on a skidoo, Zac revved the accelerator. Time check!
He had to stop the missile launch and get his helicopter ride home, all by 2.05pm!
Zac roared off in the direction of the storage facility. Wind howled around him. It was snowing hard.
Zac could hardly see two metres in front of him, so it was a minute or two before he noticed.
He was totally surrounded by robotic seals! Waves and waves of seals were moving across the ice towards the storage facility. With so many seals full of stolen petrol, thereâd soon be more than enough petrol to launch the missile.
I can stop the missile launch, thought Zac, if I can stop these seals reaching the storage facility.
But there
WorldEye! thought Zac, surprised. GIBâs incredibly high-tech satellite system? What would that have to do with the stolen petrol?
Zac opened the document.
MEMO
TO ALL SKY INDUSTRIES STAFF
OPERATION WORLDEYE - DAILY UPDATE
Petrol storage tanks are
at 98.97% storage capacity.
This is almost enough fuel
to fire our ballistic missile.
We anticipate total destruction of the
WorldEye satellite system within hours.
Great work, team!
P.S. DONâT FORGET, weâre collecting money
to buy milk and tea bags for the staff room.
Have you contributed yet?
He scanned what was written there.
It all seemed horribly clear, except for two things. Who were Sky Industries and why would they want to blow up World-Eye?
The walls of the lab were lined with photographs of important Sky Industries staff shaking hands with dignitaries.
Zac recognised the Prime Minister of Japan, some American senators and⦠wasnât that⦠yes it was! The Commander-in-Chief of GIB!
The Commander-in-Chief was standing with a group of men and women dressed in Sky Industries lab coats. Behind them was a large piece of equipment. Zac could just make out some words painted on the side â WorldEye.
WorldEye! So, Sky Industries manufactured WorldEye? Why on earth would they want to blow it up if they made it?
Unless⦠.
Zac thought about the all-staff email.
Sky Industries were collecting money from staff to buy cheap things like milk and tea bags!
If the company couldnât even afford those, the business couldnât be going very well, thought Zac.
Zac knew that WorldEye was the most expensive satellite ever built. Might Sky Industries want to blow it up just so they could get the contract to build a replacement? That way, theyâd get their business out of financial trouble. That was it! It had to be.
The petrol storage tanks were almost full.The missile launch couldnât be far away. Zac would have to do something right now to stop it. Otherwise it would be too late!
CHAPTER
NINE
âRight, then. Back to work.â
Zacâs blood ran cold. That voice! He recognised it! It was the woman with the iron grip whoâd discovered him back at the storage facility. And, by the sounds of things, she had all her workmates from the lab with her.
He really didnât want another encounter with that woman. She was as tough as nails.
The handle on the lab door turned. In another second, Zac would be sprung.
Apart from the door, there was only one other way out. Without a momentâs hesit-ation, Zac vaulted onto the nearest lab bench. Then, nimble as a monkey, he jumped up and swung from the ceiling fan across to a window high up in the wall.
With less than a millimetre to spare, Zac caught the window ledge. He swung by his fingertips for a second.
The lab door creaked open just as Zac, with a huge effort, hauled himself up and out through the window. Just in time.
THUNK! OWWWW!
Outside he hit the ice heavily.
There was no time to worry about cuts and bruises, though. Zac got up and ran. Just as before, a line of skidoos stood ready and waiting to be used by the researchers.
Or by 12-year-old super spies, thought Zac.
Jumping on a skidoo, Zac revved the accelerator. Time check!
He had to stop the missile launch and get his helicopter ride home, all by 2.05pm!
Zac roared off in the direction of the storage facility. Wind howled around him. It was snowing hard.
Zac could hardly see two metres in front of him, so it was a minute or two before he noticed.
He was totally surrounded by robotic seals! Waves and waves of seals were moving across the ice towards the storage facility. With so many seals full of stolen petrol, thereâd soon be more than enough petrol to launch the missile.
I can stop the missile launch, thought Zac, if I can stop these seals reaching the storage facility.
But there
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