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always be interrupted for food. Max knew she’d have to wait until they’d all had a good chew before science could move forward.
    â€˜When you switch on the Time and Space Machine,’ Eleanor continued, ‘a virtual picture of the earth will appear on the screen. Simply type in where you want to go and the machine will zoom in to find it: a city, a street or even someone’s house. All supported by extremely high-resolution imagery. It’s like a massive surveillance camera with a powerful optical zoom lens.’
    â€˜And that’s what we do when we want to travel too?’ Linden asked.
    â€˜Exactly the same. When the image of where you want to go appears on screen, press or say “transport”, just like before, and you’ll be there around fifteen seconds later.’ Eleanor’s face filled with a cheeky smile. ‘Come and try it out.’
    Max, Linden and Ben walked up to the platform.
    â€˜Max, where would you like to search?’ Ben asked.
    Max’s eyebrows wriggled across her forehead, before she looked up. ‘Venice.’
    â€˜Venice, eh?’ Ben nudged Max and gave her a wink.
    Venice was the location of their last mission and the home of Luca Cavello, the very Italian and very good-looking spy they worked with.
    Max blushed and looked away.
    â€˜Simply type in the word “Venice” and the screen will immediately display the coordinates of the city before revealing your chosen destination. And …’ Eleanor paused, ‘there she is.’
    The magnificent city of canals appeared before them, gleaming in the early morning light.
    â€˜I wonder if Luca’s home?’ Linden asked.
    â€˜We can see,’ Eleanor said. ‘Where does he live?’
    â€˜Rio della Verona canal. I can’t remember the number, but it was around the middle. Wasn’t it, Max?’
    Before she could answer, Max watched as the Cavello Family Palazzo appeared before them, and on the top balcony, reading a book in the early light, was Luca. Max momentarily stopped breathing.
    â€˜Are you okay?’ Linden asked.
    â€˜Yes,’ Max wheezed through an inhaled breath. ‘I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay? Don’t I look okay?’
    Linden knew what he saw and what was good for his health. ‘No, you look great.’
    â€˜It’s like a virtual visual search engine for the entire planet,’ Eleanor whispered. ‘It’s linked to asatellite that transmits to a database at Spyforce Headquarters in London and is updated every few minutes to even include weather and traffic conditions.’
    â€˜It’ll be great for future missions,’ Ben said. ‘Like having a giant pair of binoculars where you can see people on the other side of the world. Oh, and Quimby’s been working alongside us and has created a Tracer Bug that can be planted on a person you’d like to trail. Whether it be a fellow agent you need to cover or a suspicious character you’re following, attach the bug and the machine will lead you to them. It’s very cutting edge.’ Ben nodded proudly. ‘Any more of those cheese and chutney sandwiches?’
    Max’s palm computer buzzed in her pocket. ‘It’s Steinberger.’ Steinberger was the ever-efficient, shiny-shoed Administration Manager of Spyforce. ‘They must be ready for us to start the mission.’
    Ben stepped off the podium and walked to a small lounge area complete with bean bags, comfy chairs, a fluffy rug and a coffee table. ‘Bring your computer here, Max, and I can hook it up so we can see Steinby’s message on the big screen.’
    Max followed her uncle. ‘You have a lounge area in the lab?’
    â€˜This is where I do some of my best thinking.’
    Ben plugged a cable into the side of Max’s computer while Linden pressed a remote control to lower the projection screen. Steinberger appeared before them, larger than