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How about that one on the counter there?”
“Let me give you a demo of the radio,” said Blackwater, ignoring Agent J’s words. “Remarkable sound quality.”
He twisted a dial.
Suddenly, the shop was filled with a weird, pulsating sound. It was high-pitched and wavering, like the scream of some sort of hideous monster. Agent J winced and screwed up his eyes, unable to stop the throbbing noise slicing through his thoughts.
Even the robots’ sensors were partially affected by the intense sound waves. They shuddered and flinched, feeling shaken and dizzy.
Henry Blackwater watched Agent J impassively. The noise-cancelling headphones kept him shielded from the sonic vibrations that reverberated all around the shop.
Slowly, Agent J stood up straight. His face had become expressionless. His eyes were glazed and unfocused.
Blackwater switched off the radio. The pulsing sound died away. He removed his headphones and placed the radio back on the counter.
“How did you know my real name?” he said, staring angrily at Agent J.
“You were photographed,” said Agent J flatly. “A few minutes ago. My HQ managed to ID you.”
“Your HQ?” said Blackwater. “Where is your HQ?”
“In London.”
“How did you find me?”
“Analysis of the circuits. Inside the speakers.”
“What?” spluttered Blackwater. “That’s not possible! How did you do it?”
“Not me. Other agents.”
Inside the speaker, the robots’ electronic brains had resisted the hypnotic effects of the sound. However, they were still readjusting their sensors and struggling to regain their normal functions.
“Agent J!” said Sabre, feeling slightly dazed. “He’s under Blackwater’s control!”
“He’ll tell Blackwater about SWARM!” said Chopper.
CHAPTER SIX
“Call Sirena!” said Morph. “She’s closest to them!”
“She doesn’t have the weaponry needed to stop Blackwater,” said Chopper.
“No, but I have!” said Sabre. “Nero, remove Widow’s plug of webbing!”
With a swift punch from his pincer, Nero knocked out the web that Widow had spun to disguise the hole in the back of the speaker.
Meanwhile, Blackwater was still questioning Agent J. “Other agents?” he said, eyeing Agent J suspiciously. “What other agents? Who are you working for?”
Sabre buzzed across the counter. Staying low, so that Blackwater wouldn’t spot him, he zipped across the shop then dived down towards floor level, his needle-like mouthparts whirring forward. A memory-blocking pellet was loaded up. He swooped at a small patch of sock, visible between Agent J’s shoes and the hem of his trousers, and injected the pellet into Agent J’s heel.
“Amnesia sting delivered,” signalled Sabre.
Agent J flinched slightly. His eyes flickered.
“Logged,” replied Chopper. “He hasn’t worked with SWARM very long. That sting should remove his memory of us, and of SWARM HQ.”
“Poor Agent J,” said Morph, “he’ll need to meet us for the first time, all over again.”
“This is an emergency,” said Chopper. “It had to be done.”
Meanwhile, Blackwater was staring into Agent J’s eyes. “Are you listening to me?”
“Blackwater has been wiping the memories of his victims,” said Nero. “Now he’ll get what humans call a taste of his own medicine.”
Agent J’s memory of SWARM had gone, but he was still under Blackwater’s hypnotic influence.“Yes. I’m listening.”
“I asked who you’re working for,” said Blackwater.
Agent J seemed confused for a moment. Then he said “I work for MI5. I’m an MI5 agent.”
Blackwater’s face became a storm of fury and alarm. The robots were alarmed too.
“The sting’s effect hasn’t been strong enough!” said Sabre. “I’ll deliver another!”
“No,” said Chopper. “Those stings are designed to remove recent memories only. A second may cause permanent damage to Agent J’s brain. It’s too late, Blackwater knows that Agent J is part of the secret service.
“Let me give you a demo of the radio,” said Blackwater, ignoring Agent J’s words. “Remarkable sound quality.”
He twisted a dial.
Suddenly, the shop was filled with a weird, pulsating sound. It was high-pitched and wavering, like the scream of some sort of hideous monster. Agent J winced and screwed up his eyes, unable to stop the throbbing noise slicing through his thoughts.
Even the robots’ sensors were partially affected by the intense sound waves. They shuddered and flinched, feeling shaken and dizzy.
Henry Blackwater watched Agent J impassively. The noise-cancelling headphones kept him shielded from the sonic vibrations that reverberated all around the shop.
Slowly, Agent J stood up straight. His face had become expressionless. His eyes were glazed and unfocused.
Blackwater switched off the radio. The pulsing sound died away. He removed his headphones and placed the radio back on the counter.
“How did you know my real name?” he said, staring angrily at Agent J.
“You were photographed,” said Agent J flatly. “A few minutes ago. My HQ managed to ID you.”
“Your HQ?” said Blackwater. “Where is your HQ?”
“In London.”
“How did you find me?”
“Analysis of the circuits. Inside the speakers.”
“What?” spluttered Blackwater. “That’s not possible! How did you do it?”
“Not me. Other agents.”
Inside the speaker, the robots’ electronic brains had resisted the hypnotic effects of the sound. However, they were still readjusting their sensors and struggling to regain their normal functions.
“Agent J!” said Sabre, feeling slightly dazed. “He’s under Blackwater’s control!”
“He’ll tell Blackwater about SWARM!” said Chopper.
CHAPTER SIX
“Call Sirena!” said Morph. “She’s closest to them!”
“She doesn’t have the weaponry needed to stop Blackwater,” said Chopper.
“No, but I have!” said Sabre. “Nero, remove Widow’s plug of webbing!”
With a swift punch from his pincer, Nero knocked out the web that Widow had spun to disguise the hole in the back of the speaker.
Meanwhile, Blackwater was still questioning Agent J. “Other agents?” he said, eyeing Agent J suspiciously. “What other agents? Who are you working for?”
Sabre buzzed across the counter. Staying low, so that Blackwater wouldn’t spot him, he zipped across the shop then dived down towards floor level, his needle-like mouthparts whirring forward. A memory-blocking pellet was loaded up. He swooped at a small patch of sock, visible between Agent J’s shoes and the hem of his trousers, and injected the pellet into Agent J’s heel.
“Amnesia sting delivered,” signalled Sabre.
Agent J flinched slightly. His eyes flickered.
“Logged,” replied Chopper. “He hasn’t worked with SWARM very long. That sting should remove his memory of us, and of SWARM HQ.”
“Poor Agent J,” said Morph, “he’ll need to meet us for the first time, all over again.”
“This is an emergency,” said Chopper. “It had to be done.”
Meanwhile, Blackwater was staring into Agent J’s eyes. “Are you listening to me?”
“Blackwater has been wiping the memories of his victims,” said Nero. “Now he’ll get what humans call a taste of his own medicine.”
Agent J’s memory of SWARM had gone, but he was still under Blackwater’s hypnotic influence.“Yes. I’m listening.”
“I asked who you’re working for,” said Blackwater.
Agent J seemed confused for a moment. Then he said “I work for MI5. I’m an MI5 agent.”
Blackwater’s face became a storm of fury and alarm. The robots were alarmed too.
“The sting’s effect hasn’t been strong enough!” said Sabre. “I’ll deliver another!”
“No,” said Chopper. “Those stings are designed to remove recent memories only. A second may cause permanent damage to Agent J’s brain. It’s too late, Blackwater knows that Agent J is part of the secret service.
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