The perpetrators had been a young woman, believed to be a perfumer, named Lorelei von Leyden, and her mysterious sponsor about whom they knew nothing other than that – from her accent and the location of her initial coded message – she was Australian. Both were prepared to kill more than once to get their hands on the Cyan scent – an intoxicating perfume extracted from the near extinct Cyan wolf. The scent was the stuff of myth and legend; a few drops were worth a small fortune.
The only problem was some of this scent had been successfully stolen.
‘Unfortunately,’ said LB, echoing Ruby’s thoughts, ‘they got away with it. So while I can congratulate you for cracking the case, I can’t help but feel it is a shame that you managed to let the vial of Cyan get into enemy hands, and the two main assailants disappear into the wide blue yonder. But there we are, amateur hour I dare say comes to us all.’
LB had an unfortunate way of turning what might first be construed as praise into something rather more approaching a dressing-down. Fortunately or unfortunately, Ruby had become accustomed to it and didn’t let it bother her.
‘Going back to the events of that particular encounter, can you repeat again exactly what it was that the Australian woman said to you before she encouraged you to walk off that cliff?’
‘I’m unlikely to forget,’ said Ruby. ‘I thought they were gonna be the last words I ever heard.’ This was no lie.
Ruby paused for a second, concentrating so she might recall it perfectly, and then said, ‘She asked me to hand over the vial of Cyan – she had a gun, so I did. I guess I thought she was intending to sell it for its perfume value, since it’s worth a lot – so I said, “All this so you can make some money out of some stupid fragrance.” And she said, “Is that what you think this is about? No sweetie, this is not about some high-end perfume counter cluttered up with rich folk wanting to waste their money. This is about something important, more important than you could ever imagine.”’
LB said nothing, but stared straight ahead into the middle distance as if trying to focus on something that was too far away to see. No one spoke and the silence was only broken by the sound of Buzz’s voice coming through the intercom.
‘Agent Farrow from security is here to see you.’
LB nodded. ‘I’ll be one minute.’ She turned back to Ruby. ‘Well Redfort, I recognise that you showed great initiative and courage when you went into the mountains to recover the Cyan wolf, but. . .’
She paused. Ruby looked over at Hitch, his face betrayed nothing.
‘But,’ continued LB, ‘you also headed into the field, alone and without backup. You ignored direct Spectrum orders. And you would not be alive today if one of our agents hadn’t risked his life to haul you out of there.’
Ruby opened her mouth to protest.
LB raised her hand. ‘As I said, you displayed good qualities. But you also took unacceptable risks. So as of this moment, you are off the field agent programme. To put it in terms you might understand, you’re grounded Redfort.’
‘You have to be kidding,’ said Ruby.
‘You think I have time to kid around?’ said LB. Her eyes were steel – nothing about her suggested that she ever kidded around. ‘You will be permitted to take one further test, and your results will be evaluated. The outcome will determine your future field agent suitability.’ She looked over at Hitch. ‘You can thank your colleague here for this chance. Be ready for it. There will be no warning, you fail to show, you fail the test.’
LB stood, gathered her papers and exited the room. Not another word spoken; silence but for the swish of her elegant white skirt as she padded barefoot down the corridor.
When they were alone, Ruby turned to Hitch. ‘Grounded?’
Hitch looked her square in the eye. ‘Be more grateful,’ he said. ‘LB was ready to kick you off of the field training for good and always.’
‘Why? I cracked the case.’
‘You solved part of the case,’ said Hitch. ‘But you let the bad guys get away. And you nearly died in the process.’
‘Nearly dying is a sackable offence?’
‘Redfort, we can’t afford to lose good code breakers, nor for that matter agents. A lot of investment goes into training you up, plus you play fast and loose with your life and every last one of our lives is at risk.’
Ruby said nothing.
‘Besides,’ he said, ‘do you have any idea how difficult it is to find thirteen-year-old school kids who can crack a code?’
She looked at him. ‘Yeah right,’ she said.
They left Spectrum, and rode the elevator back to ground level and were once again in the Schroeder car park. They climbed into the car. ‘So who’s the idiot, anyway?’ asked Ruby.
‘What idiot?’ asked Hitch.
‘The idiot you were talking about when I arrived.’
‘You are if you think I’m blabbing to a school kid.’
‘Worth a shot,’ said Ruby.
‘Which is what Spectrum might think if I go ahead and repeat classified information without authorisation.’
‘They’d shoot you?’
‘They might consider it.’
‘Really?’
‘No Redfort, not really, at least I doubt it, but they might fire me.’
‘That would suck,’ she said.
Hitch nodded. ‘Yes, it would. I’d have to go and get a real job.’ He shuddered.
‘I’m sure my parents would keep you on.’
‘Yes,’ said Hitch. ‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of.’
Meanwhile,
via a secure transmitter line,
a man and woman were
talking. . .
‘So you have the 8 key?’
‘No.’
‘No?’
‘No.’
‘Why not?’
‘It can’t be done.’
‘Everything can be done.’
‘You don’t understand, the subject has kept it safe. Security has been increased since I acquired the other two items—’
‘Why two items? I only instructed you to bring back one.’
‘I took something for myself. I saw it in their lab as I was leaving and thought I could use it.’
‘Use it for what?’
‘It’s personal.’
‘I’m not paying you to steal “useful” items for yourself, I don’t want you attracting attention by busting into labs and taking what you want.’
‘Relax, they won’t even know I took it, they won’t even know I was there.’
‘Just don’t get distracted Birdboy. You need to keep your eye on the ball.’
‘I’ll get what you