going to stop her? An announcement interrupted her thoughts.
âOn behalf of the captain and crew, I hope you have enjoyed your flight today and have a safe and enjoyable time in Africa. Please ensure your table is folded, your seat is upright and your seatbelt is tightly fastened in preparation for landing.â
Well, thought EJ, this is it. Iâm sure Iâll think of something.
The plane touched down on the tarmac and the passengers filed out through the forward door, the attendants farewelling them and wishing them a happy holiday as they left.
âThank you,â said Emma as she walked out.
âOur pleasure,â said the attendant. âAnd good luck, EJ12,â she whispered.
The Jacks family walked down the steps from the plane and on to the tarmac. A hot, dry wind blew and the sun beat down on their faces.
âOver there,â said Bob, pointing to a tall woman holding a sign saying âJacks Family.â
â Jambo ! Welcome to Africa!â cried the woman. âMy name is Rafiki. Welcome to Angavu Safaris!â
âAngavu?â asked Bob. âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means âshiningâ in Swahili,â replied Rafiki.
Emma and her mum smiled knowingly at each at each other.
Rafiki took the Jacks to the baggage claim area and they waited by the long conveyor belt that snaked its way through the arrivals hall. Suddenly a bell sounded and an orange light above a chute in the back wall began to flash. The conveyor belt started to move and bags and suitcases started to tumble out of the chute.
âEmma,â said Rafiki, âthe toilets are straight ahead.â
âOh, Iâm fine, thanks,â replied Emma.
âTheyâre right there,â pressed Rafiki. âNext to the lockers,â she whispered. âGo to aisle CC.â
CC? Now Emma got it. âOh, actually yes, thanks Rafiki,â said Emma as she walked over to the locker area. She found the third row and began looking from the start of the row.
âCC1, CC2,â she said, walking slowly down the row. âAnd here on the end is CC12.â
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It was a message from SHINE .
I should have guessed, thought EJ as she keyed in the code. Once she pressed the last number, she heard the lock click and she opened the door.
â Jambo , EJ12!â A small girl, pale with freckles and reddish-blonde, plaited hair, was sitting in the locker, smiling out at EJ.
âHi, CC! Is it comfortable in there?â
âActually, itâs bigger than it looks. And itâs in the perfect position. I can see everyone who enters and leaves the airport.â
âAnd what have you seen, CC?â asked EJ.
âAdriana has escaped SHINE detention.â
âI know,â said EJ. âA1 told me this morning.â
âAnd it gets worse,â said CC. âSheâs here.â
EJ swung around quickly.
âNot now, but in Africa. She flew in late last night, arriving on the same flight as a large delivery of boxes. I snuck around to take a closer look at them earlier today. They are packing crates with ventilation holes and they are stamped SWR. But they arenât part of our SWR operation.â
âSo there are two SWRs,â said EJ. âBut what is Adriana doing with hers?â
âThatâs all I know,â said CC. âBut, as youâve probably guessed, Angavu Safaris are a SHINE cover and Rafiki will take you and SJ45 to our SWR.â
âBut what about Dad and Bob?â asked EJ.
âDonât worry, thereâs a plan.â
âI should have known,â said EJ. âThanks, CC.â
âGood luck, EJ12,â smiled CC, closing the door.
EJ rejoined her family just as Bob and Dad were pulling the last of their cases off the conveyor belt.
âOkay,â said Rafiki, âYour prize gives you two options for the first part of your holiday and then you will finish with two days on the