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was tall, thin and bald. Possibly they forgot to tell him about hair when he was instructed on how to look like a human. I had no idea as to the true appearance of the Bakari. Whatever they really looked like, they probably bore little resemblance to a human.
    I had seen him around other parts of The Agency complex, but we had not officially met and I had never seen him outside the building.
    Maybe the Bakari were allergic to sunlight.
    Who knew?
    “Axel.” His voice was warm. He sounded so human. Still, I felt a shiver dance along my spine. I had only met one other Bakari. He was known as Twelve – don’t ask me about why they had numbers for names – and he had been responsible for the experimentation carried out on us. Later he had tried to kill us.
    I tried to remind myself that this man was a different alien and that was a different time.
    It wasn’t easy.
    “Please take a seat,” Twenty-Two said.
    I slid into a chair. “What’s this all about?”
    “I wanted to keep you apprised as to developments regarding your family.”
    It took a moment for this to sink in. My family. That’s right. A million years ago Agent Palmer had said The Agency was trying to track down information regarding our true identities. Maybe even reconnect us with our families – if we had any.
    I had been told I had a brother, but I had driven this information as far from my mind as possible. After everything that had happened to us, the possibility of a brother was too much to hope for.
    Still…
    “What have you found out?” I asked.
    “Our enquiries have been inconclusive, but we are following a trail of information to its source.”
    “What sort of trail?”
    “As you know, most of the records regarding the Alpha Experiment were destroyed by the scientists involved and then later by Twelve.”
    I nodded. Evil aliens don’t like leaving a trail.
    “However,” Twenty-Two continued. “It appears there were some hard copies of documents that were missed. We have people examining them now.”
    “Do you think –” I found I could not speak. “What are the chances –”
    “We don’t know,” the alien said. “It will take some time to sort out.”
    “I see.”
    “Anyway, I just wanted to let you know.”
    I looked up and realised the meeting was abruptly at an end. Fine. I stood up, shook Twenty-Two’s hand again and left the office. Ignoring the girl at the desk, I made my way through the complex to the main concourse of The Agency. This level had been redesigned the previous month. It was now the size of a football field, with communications screens surrounding the exterior. A park, complete with artificial trees and lawn, filled the centre. It had been christened The Hub.
    My phone rang. I glanced at the display.
    Brodie.
    I had forgotten all about her. Hitting the receive button, I realised she had sent a message with an attached file.
    What was this all about?
    Not more handbags, I hoped. The Agency gave us an allowance and Brodie’s handbag collection had been increasing at the rate of one per week. If I had to look at another handbag –
    I opened the first image. It showed Brodie lying still on a floor. After staring at the image in horror for what seemed like an eternity, the image was replaced by a series of words. They began:
    You will follow our instructions to the letter if you want this girl to live.
     

Chapter Four
    Brodie awoke to find her face pressed against a cold metal floor. Her head hurt. Why did her head hurt? It was hard to think. The last thing she could remember was walking down East Charleston Boulevard. Someone had come up behind her. She had turned around, thinking it was some mugger, and then –
    Then everything had turned green.
    Green.
    That was not a good sign. She slowly sat up. She was in a metal room. A grimy metal room. It was obviously some sort of cell, and judging by the sway of the chamber, she was on board a ship.
    How the hell had she ended up here?
    And why?
    There was no