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Agent J worked for MI5 for a long time before he was recruited by SWARM.”
    Blackwater took hold of the lapels of Agent J’s jacket. “Say that again?” he whispered, through gritted teeth.
    “I work for MI5,” said Agent J.
    “Who sent you here?” demanded Blackwater. “Which section chief?”
    “I … I don’t know,” frowned Agent J. “I … work for MI5…”
    “I’ve been betrayed,” muttered Blackwater tohimself. “That low-down worm is trying to double-cross me!”
    “Who does he mean?” said Morph.
    “This confirms he’s being helped from inside the secret service,” said Chopper. “What’s more, we now know he’s being helped from inside MI5 itself!”
    Outside in the street, Sirena was still positioned on the wall above the shop’s window. “I’ll transmit a full report to SWARM HQ,” she said.
    “Logged,” said Chopper, inside the speaker.
    Blackwater was pacing around the shop. His hands tapped together nervously. “Think, think, think,” he said. “OK, they know about
this
place, but they don’t know about
my
place.”
    He turned to face Agent J. “Confirm Firestorm Control, baseline alpha one.”
    “Confirmed,” said the hypnotized Agent J.
    “Go back to your HQ. Tell them you’ve investigated Trendi Soundz thoroughly. Tell them there’s nothing suspicious here. They got it wrong.”
    “Nothing suspicious,” said Agent J. “Confirmed.”
    “You’ll forget you ever met me,” said Blackwater.“As far as you’re concerned, this shop is run by … er, let’s see … by a tall, curly haired woman called … Daisy Brown.”
    “Daisy Brown, confirmed,” said Agent J.
    “She offered you a cup of tea. She was very helpful. MI5 have got it all wrong about this shop.”
    “Very helpful,” said Agent J. “Got it all wrong. Confirmed.”
    “Now go!”
    Agent J turned and walked out of the shop. He headed across the street, then headed off in the direction of Tottenham Court Road.
    “He doesn’t even remember he drove here,” said Sirena.
    “You stay with Agent J,” said Chopper. “Signal HQ to pick him up. We’ll remain here, to keep track of Blackwater.”
    “Logged,” said Sirena. She fluttered into the air, and followed Agent J down the street.
    Blackwater stood in the window, watching Agent J walk away. “Let’s hope that keeps them off my back for a while,” he mumbled. “It won’t work for long, though. Better hurry.”
    While Blackwater’s back was turned, Sabrereturned to the speaker. He darted back through the hole Hercules had made and Widow immediately resealed it.
    “Blackwater now thinks MI5 are closing in on him,” said Nero. “His logical next move would be to speed up the Firestorm plan.”
    “We still don’t know the full extent of that plan,” said Chopper, “or what exactly he means by the word ‘firestorm’.”
    Blackwater collected a large holdall from behind the counter. He bustled around the shop, dropping various tools and electronic equipment into it. He paused when he came to the speaker in which the SWARM robots were hiding. He hesitated, not sure whether to take it with him or not. In the end, he scooped it up and squashed it into the bag alongside everything else. “Might as well find out why this thing malfunctioned,” he added.
    He switched the sign on the door from “Open – Bargainz Inside” to “Closed – See Ya Laterz”. He locked the front door of the shop from the inside, then pulled down a security grille inside the window and padlocked it.
    Next he picked up his holdall and hurried behind the counter, through to the shop’s small back room, which was piled high with stock and paperwork. Beyond that, past a heavily secured metal door, was a small car park. He dumped the holdall on the back seat of his large, rusty hatchback.
    “Be careful,” he mumbled. “Always be careful.”
    From his pocket, he pulled a device that resembled a calculator. He entered a short code into it. Inside the speaker, the