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cape and yank hard, pulling her to the ground. She lands flat on her back and I hear the air rush out of her as she is winded.
    Morphul, the vampire-fire hose, is still off chasing Torch somewhere in the darkness.
    That leaves only Blink – and there he is, the kid in black again, appearing directly in front of me at the exact moment I turn visible. I don’t quite dissolve enough to completely avoid the punch, but I stay on my feet and see him reappear almost hidden behind a tree.
    I’m a cloud as I drift towards his hiding place and there he is, peeking out from behind the trunk. Until he sees my cloud and disappears again, like I blinked and he was gone.
    I’m so surprised that I stand there, more or less solid, and sure enough a tree branch swipes me hard across the head and I go down, ears ringing. As I get up the flying girl swoops down and knocks Logi-Gal off the bin, releasing the monkey and Torch returns dripping wet and flicking his finger ineffectively.
    â€˜Shark!’ yells Cannonball as an actual shark swims through the air towards him. Morphul makes a pretty dodgy shark, but it’s enough to send a panicking Cannonball flying straight to the top of a tree, which belts him with its branches as the shark tries to swim higher in the air.
    The Gamer is on all fours, shaking cobwebs from his head.
    We’re being blitzed and I can feel panic rising within me as the Team falls apart.
    But suddenly the wind rises dramatically. The Bushranger looks over my shoulder and yells something that is muffled by his helmet. The four members of Bushranger’s gang all back off. The wind is so strong that I can’t keep my balance and fall to my hands and knees, not daring to try and de-moleculise my body in this sort of gale. I might be blown in a million directions. I have to stay solid.
    Bushranger stops, lifts his helmet. ‘Until next time! Remember our Pact, Blur-boy.’
    Torch has finally dried out enough to shoot a burst of flame with both index fingers towards Blink, but he’s gone by the time the flames flare. Swoop Swoop scoops up Monkey 2.0 and lurches off into the night sky. The shark swims away as the bulky, helmeted figure of the Bushranger disappears into the dark gardens. A few of the trees wave their branches aggressively to block us from following them. I struggle to stay solid, my cape flapping and whipping across my back. Cyclone Tracy flies past me and stops in front of the tree defence. She lands gently on the ground and the wind dies down to a gentle breeze.
    Cyclone Tracy is wearing a grey body-hugging costume with irregular lines swirling across the fabric, so she looks like a human cyclone, and if I wasn’t so freaked out by the Bushranger and his gang, I’d be seriously distracted. Somehow her long blonde hair is perfect, despite the windy chaos she has been generating.
    â€˜Focus! OK Team! What’s going on?’
    â€˜They were supposed to be Category 2!’ I say, panting.
    â€˜Category 2,’ she frowns. ‘But they should be easybeats.’
    â€˜Mostly they were, but they put up a much better fight than we expected,’ I say.
    â€˜I can’t believe you agreed to that Pact,’ Logi-Gal says, scowling.
    â€˜What Pact?’ asks Cyclone Tracy.
    â€˜Oh, nothing. It’s not important,’ I say. ‘Everyone OK?’
    â€˜I’m all right,’ says Logi-Gal. She shakes her head. ‘But I fail to see how you will be,’ she says quietly.
    Cannonball is nursing his hand. ‘Bushranger’s head is solid steel.’
    Torch is wiggling his fingers. ‘My flames would have worked against them, but you guys let me down. There was no one to cover me.’
    â€˜Steady, partner,’ I say. ‘They landed some lucky shots. You okay, Gamer?’
    â€˜Beaten by a disgruntled tree,’ he says miserably. ‘Not a great start to my life in the Team.’
    â€˜It’s not your