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destroyed.
    “I need to find
some sort of internal schematic,” said Martin. He approached a computer panel
on one of the walls and fiddled with the buttons. “Ah, here we go.”
    A map of the
tunnels appeared on the screen. Martin had always been good with computers.
    “How did you do
that?” said Tommy.
    “Because I’m a
genius. Now, we need to head in this direction…”
    Martin’s
friends followed him as he led them through the brightly-lit tunnels.
Eventually, they came to a large metal door.
    “The recall
device should be through there,” said Martin, “in the main archive.”
    At that moment,
a young Axis Lord appeared from around the other corner. He was carrying a gun.
The guard switched on his translator.
    “Intruders!” he
said. “How did you get in here?”
    “I don’t know,”
said Martin. “We were just walking around on our own planet and then pop !
We all appeared here.”
    “Do you think
you’re being funny?” The Axis Lord raised his gun. “Explain yourselves
properly.”
    Darcy took a
step forwards. “You don’t mind little old me, do you?” She stepped even more
closely towards the guard. “I was just having a little wander.”
    The guard blinked,
going a little red.
    “Well, I still
have to—”
    Darcy leaned
forwards suddenly and kissed the guard. He looked bewildered. Then he grabbed
Darcy and kissed her again.
    “Now, can we go
through?” said Darcy.
    “Well, yes,”
said the guard, breathless. “You only have about ten minutes left anyway.”
    Martin opened
the metal door and they stepped through it; it sealed itself behind them.
    “What the hell
was that about?” said Martin, turning on Darcy angrily.
    She didn’t say
anything.
    “Aren’t you
going to answer me? What was that about—kissing the guard?”
    “Oh, chill out,
Martin.”
    “Chill out?
You’re supposed to be my girlfriend.”
    “Well, it got
us through, didn’t it?”
    Martin turned
away from her. “Let’s just find that recall device,” he muttered.
    Tommy glanced
around the place they had just entered. It was some kind of massive warehouse; boxes
were stacked on metal shelves that seemed to stretch on for miles.
    “The recall
device is in Section 8F ,” said Martin. “Let’s spread out and look for
it.”
    Martin didn’t
waste any time in getting away from his friends. He tried to look for Section
8F but the image of Darcy snogging the Axis Lord guard kept floating back
into his mind. Was he right to be angry with her? Or had she done the right
thing in the circumstances? It just didn’t seem like Darcy. First the strange
boy outside the flat, and now this…
    Martin sighed.
His eyes fell upon a large sign reading Section 8G … the recall device had
to be close. Martin located Section 8F . It was a section comprised of
rows and rows of empty shelves. A single box stood on one of the shelves, and
Martin took it down. He pulled out the object that was inside it. It was a
smooth blue triangular prism. Inside the prism, there was a tiny speck of
bright light.
    I’ve seen
this before, thought Martin. But where?
    He suddenly
remembered. He had once met a billionaire called Harvey Longfellow who owned a
private museum of rare artefacts. This blue prism had been one of his exhibits.
So Harvey had owned the recall device all along. They could have saved themselves
the trip. But how had it ended up in his collection?
    At that moment,
Darcy and Tommy appeared at his side.
    “You found it!”
said Tommy.
    “That’s the
thing we saw in Harvey’s museum,” said Darcy, puzzled.
    Martin nodded.
He was feeling uneasy about something… something the guard had said to them.
    “You only
have about 10 minutes left anyway.”
    What had he
meant? As if to answer Martin’s thoughts, a siren began to blare through the
hangar, accompanied by red flashing lights. An alien voice sounded through the
speakers. Tommy went pale.
    “What is it?”
said Martin. “What did it say?”
    “We’re going