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Dragons are far too tricky for that and anyway, from what I hear, a dragon can call another dragon just by thinking about it.”
    â€œAre you listening?”
    â€œYes, far too dangerous to have a dragon around. And far, far too dangerous to have two. So what am I going to do with you, eh?”
    â€œYou could get me out of this sack!”
    It was the short, fat one doing all the talking (Spiv was doing the shouting). The short, fat one sounded as if he was the one in charge. From what Will could hear it didn’t seem as if the visitors were expecting anyone else to be on board
Brenda
. That was good news; at least it looked as though he was right about having the element of surprise when he eventually came to make his heroic rescue. Once he had thought of something heroic to do, that is.
    The short, fat one was still speaking so Will risked a peek around the door. The first thing he saw was Drych, looking straight back at him. The dragon must have seen him but didn’t move a muscle. Will took a few more seconds to get a better look at the visitors. The short, fat one didn’t have much hair but the few wisps that he had were black and greased down onto his head. He had over his shoulders an expensive-looking, long black coat with a fur collar and a white silk scarf. His arms weren’t in the sleeves of the coat and Will could see one hand, the one with the gun, framed in a frilly white cuff. Will got the impression that beneath the coat the short, fat one was wearing full evening dress.
    No such doubts about the taller one. He was definitely wearing black evening dress, though nothing like as well tailored as his friend. The trousers and the sleeves were too short and the jacket was too loose. This one had black shoulder-length hair and Will caught the glimpse of a droopy moustache before he ducked his head back round the door.
Definitely an assistant criminal, not a chief criminal
, he thought.
    All together a bit disappointing for his first space criminals, Will thought. He would have liked a space suit, or at least some leather and studs – but, hey, he was new to this sort of thing. Perhaps he didn’t yet know what was the proper form.
    But back to business. What to do next? He was safe enough where he was but he couldn’t stay there all day. He didn’t really know how long he ought to wait for the Mechs. He was sure Drych had seen him. That meant Drych knew he was lurking outside and would be ready for him when he made his move. He might as well get on with it now.
So here it comes
, he thought,
the heroic rescue
. Will took a deep breath, stepped out into the doorway and shouted:
    â€œBoo!”
    The result was remarkable and much more spectacular than he imagined it might be. Several things happened all at once. Cream Tea and Teacake both jumped about a foot into the air then spun round to face Will. They were indeed wearing full evening dress, even including bright red cummerbunds around their middles. As soon as the guns were pointed away from Mavis she uncoiled like a wound spring –
    â€œAiyaaaaaaaa!”
    â€“ leaping high into the air and at the same time, in one flowing movement, producing three rock cakes (as it later turned out) from somewhere inside the folds of her suit and bouncing them one after the other off the back of the tall one’s skull. He crumpled into a heap on the floor as Mavis landed in ninja fighting pose, one foot in front of the other, knees bent, flat hands crossed in front of her: “Hayaa!”
    Meanwhile, Drych shot out one of his searing blasts of flame that knocked the gun right out of the fat one’s hand and welded it to the far wall of the control deck. Then, with a sweep of his tail, Drych knocked the legs out from under him. At the same time he fired off another blast to weld the thin one’s gun to the floor where it had landed after Mavis’ trick with the rock cakes.
    While all this was going on, Will was