continued LB, ‘you also headed into the field, alone and without backup. You ignored direct Spectrum orders. And you would not be alive today if one of our agents hadn’t risked his life to haul you out of there.’
Ruby opened her mouth to protest.
LB raised her hand. ‘As I said, you displayed good qualities. But you also took unacceptable risks. So as of this moment, you are off the field agent programme. To put it in terms you might understand, you’re grounded Redfort.’
‘You have to be kidding,’ said Ruby.
‘You think I have time to kid around?’ said LB. Her eyes were steel – nothing about her suggested that she ever kidded around. ‘You will be permitted to take one further test, and your results will be evaluated. The outcome will determine your future field agent suitability.’ She looked over at Hitch. ‘You can thank your colleague here for this chance. Be ready for it. There will be no warning, you fail to show, you fail the test.’
LB stood, gathered her papers and exited the room. Not another word spoken; silence but for the swish of her elegant white skirt as she padded barefoot down the corridor.
When they were alone, Ruby turned to Hitch. ‘Grounded?’
Hitch looked her square in the eye. ‘Be more grateful,’ he said. ‘LB was ready to kick you off of the field training for good and always.’
‘Why? I cracked the case.’
‘You solved part of the case,’ said Hitch. ‘But you let the bad guys get away. And you nearly died in the process.’
‘Nearly dying is a sackable offence?’
‘Redfort, we can’t afford to lose good code breakers, nor for that matter agents. A lot of investment goes into training you up, plus you play fast and loose with your life and every last one of our lives is at risk.’
Ruby said nothing.
‘Besides,’ he said, ‘do you have any idea how difficult it is to find thirteen-year-old school kids who can crack a code?’
She looked at him. ‘Yeah right,’ she said.
They left Spectrum, and rode the elevator back to ground level and were once again in the Schroeder car park. They climbed into the car. ‘So who’s the idiot, anyway?’ asked Ruby.
‘What idiot?’ asked Hitch.
‘The idiot you were talking about when I arrived.’
‘You are if you think I’m blabbing to a school kid.’
‘Worth a shot,’ said Ruby.
‘Which is what Spectrum might think if I go ahead and repeat classified information without authorisation.’
‘They’d shoot you?’
‘They might consider it.’
‘Really?’
‘No Redfort, not really, at least I doubt it, but they might fire me.’
‘That would suck,’ she said.
Hitch nodded. ‘Yes, it would. I’d have to go and get a real job.’ He shuddered.
‘I’m sure my parents would keep you on.’
‘Yes,’ said Hitch. ‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.’
Meanwhile,
via a secure transmitter line,
a man and woman were
talking. . .
‘So you have the 8 key?’
‘No.’
‘No?’
‘No.’
‘Why not?’
‘It can’t be done.’
‘Everything can be done.’
‘You don’t understand, the subject has kept it safe. Security has been increased since I acquired the other two items—’
‘Why two items? I only instructed you to bring back one.’
‘I took something for myself. I saw it in their lab as I was leaving and thought I could use it.’
‘Use it for what?’
‘It’s personal.’
‘I’m not paying you to steal “useful” items for yourself, I don’t want you attracting attention by busting into labs and taking what you want.’
‘Relax, they won’t even know I took it, they won’t even know I was there.’
‘Just don’t get distracted Birdboy. You need to keep your eye on the ball.’
‘I’ll get what you want but you need to give me time.’
‘I don’t have time, I need it now!’
‘It’s not easy to access.’
‘Of course not, I wouldn’t need you if it was.’
‘It’s more difficult than I thought.’
‘I thought you were supposed to be brilliant?’
‘I thought you were supposed to be dead, Valerie.’
‘You see? Everything’s possible.’
‘Becoming undead is possible?’
‘It would seem so.’
‘HEY RUBE,’ SAID HER FATHER, LOOKING UP. He was in the living room and looking weary. He was lounging back in his chair, the one he liked to sit in if his day had been tough. Mr Barnaby Cleethorps had obviously been a handful. Hitch was mixing a drink at the bar.
‘Good trip to the dentist?’ asked Brant.
