Thanks for the chill pill, Charlie. Just what the doctor ordered.â
âIâm just being pragmatic.â
âDonât do that. Donât use words like that. Donât be like Philby and start showing off how smart you are.â
âPhilby doesnât do that. Philby is just Philby.â
âWell, youâre not Philby. Am I right? Youâre Charlie. So donât go doing that.â
âOkay,â she said. âIâm just beingâ¦realistic. Howâs that?â
âDonât patronize me,â Maybeck said.
âDonât use words like that,â she complained, imitating his voice.
They both laughed.
The movement came from their right. A pair of blurs, definitely coming toward the building.
âI counted two,â Maybeck said.
âYes,â Charlene said.
âCould be decoys,â he said.
âAbsolutely.â
âIâll take this way. You take that.â
âWay ahead of you.â Charlene rotated to her left, ready to circle the building counterclockwise.
âWatch for a counterattack.â
âYou think?â she asked sarcastically. âMeet you on the other side. Iâll be the girl in all black.â
âEyes open,â he cautioned.
âOn three,â she said, and began counting.
* * *
Charlene appreciated that DHI 2.0 had significantly reduced the glow of her hologram. There had been a time when walking around in the dark was like wearing Day-Glo. But with the upgrade, she could sneak along the buildingâs exterior wall like a shadow.
As she came around the opposite side, she saw them: two brooms-and-buckets climbing a drainpipe. There had been a timeâyears ago nowâwhen such a sight would have stopped her cold. But she did not question what she saw for even a millisecond. Brooms, pirates, witches, fairiesâthere was nothing unexpected anymore. The Overtakers had recruited from nearly every group of Disney characters. All presented an equal threat, though each with specific skills.
The brooms could swing their handles like baseball bats. They were agile and quick. Their buckets were known to contain toxic fluids that could chemically burn. They could sweep up a hurricane-force wind in seconds.
None of which could harm her as long as she maintained her hologram state, as long as she kept fear at bay. But despite her courage under fire, Charlene considered herself the biggest chicken of all the Keepers. True or not, she didnât look forward to testing her resolve. Not now. Not ever.
But the two brooms were climbingâtheir limbs stuck through the bucketsâ wire handlesâtoward the Baseâs second-story windows.
Maybeck rounded the far corner and spotted the brooms. He and Charlene met at the drainpipe.
âWeâve got to warn them!â Charlene said.
âWe got to get up there and stop them!â Maybeck countered. He bent down and found a pebble and hurled it at the glass. He missed. âYouâre the climber!â he said.
Sheâd sensed that coming. The problem wasâ¦well, there were several problems. First, in nearly any battle the person with the high ground won, and sheâd be coming at them from below; second, she wasnât exactly sure what she was supposed to do. Pull them off the drainpipe? Third, there was the matter of fear and testing the full capabilities of 2.0: she would be climbing, therefore not fully a hologramâwould that leave her vulnerable to injury and attack?
âGo!â Maybeck said.
Charlene took hold of the pipe and climbed, amazed at how easy 2.0 made everything.
âIâm going to sound the alarm!â Maybeck called to herâfor she was climbing quickly. He took off around to the other side, where a warning device had been installed.
Charlene was instantly in her element: doing something physical. She wasnât going to worry about upgrades or fear or strategy. She was going to climb up to