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the aliens were, he was
sure that they would have a lot more firepower than Russia, America and Britain
combined.
    His phone rang;
he glanced at the screen. It was a number he didn’t recognise. Martin answered
the call.
    “Hello,
Martin,” said a very familiar voice. “How are you?”
    Martin could
hardly believe it. It had been over two years since he had last seen his old
maths teacher.
    “Mr Slater?”
    “Yes, this is
Michael Slater. I know about the ships.”
    “Oh.”
    “We need to do
something,” said Slater. “I do not know who they are, or what they want, but I
am worried.”
    “I know,” said
Martin. “In fact, I’ve managed to get hold of something that might help. It’s a
recall device for a warrior called Abaddon. I don’t know whether you’ve heard
of him.”
    “Of course I
have,” said the teacher. “I assume that you have not been able to activate it?”
    “No,” Martin
admitted.
    “Well, I might
be able to help you. Can you meet me with Tommy and Darcy?”
    “Yeah,” said
Martin. “Tommy’s in Italy for a few more days, but me and Darcy will definitely
come. Where do you want to meet us?
     
    *
     
    Martin and Darcy were standing
in a field. The sun was intensely hot, and the grass had faded to yellow. A dog
was barking somewhere in the distance, and Martin’s tongue felt like sandpaper.
They had been walking for what seemed like over an hour, and Martin had
forgotten to bring any water.
    “I hope he
hurries up,” said Darcy.
    They sat down
on the dry grass and waited. Darcy raised a hand towards the grass and a jet of
fire shot from her fingertips. The dry grass caught fire and the orange flames
quickly began to spread, hissing and crackling.
    “What the hell
are you doing?” said Martin.
    He took off his
thin jacket and threw it onto the flames, stamping out the fire. Darcy just
watched. Eventually, he managed to extinguish the flames.
    “Don’t sweat
it,” said Darcy, grinning, as Martin mopped his brow with his arm.
    He looked at
Darcy and frowned. Something was different about her. She had been acting so
strangely recently. It was almost as if something was wrong with her.
    At that moment,
the sound of a powerful engine filled the air. Martin looked up, squinting in
the sunlight, and saw the ship. It looked like a helicopter at first, but as it
got closer Martin could see that it was Mr Slater’s spaceship— Valiant Star .
The ship was Victorian in design; it was sleek and elegant and covered with a
golden floral motif.
    The ship landed
on the dry grass. The door opened, and a white-haired man stepped out. He was
wearing a linen jacket, and looked even older than the last time Martin had
seen him.
    “Good
afternoon,” said Mr Slater. “Lovely day. Why don’t you come in?”
     
    *
     
    Martin and Darcy were sitting in
leather wingback armchairs in Valiant Star ’s luxurious lounge. The ship
was—thankfully—air-conditioned, and they were sipping iced tea. Mr Slater sat
smoking endless cigarettes as they talked.
    “You’ll take
years off your life doing that,” said Darcy.
    Slater smiled.
“Will I?”
    “ You told us,” she said, “when you took our class for Biology as a cover teacher,
remember? You said that just one packet of cigarettes will cut a week off your
life.”
    “Well, do not
believe everything you hear,” said Slater, his purple eyes twinkling. “Even if
the words do come from an old Axis Lord.” He paused. “Well, can I see it?”
    Martin pulled
out the recall device. Mr Slater took a loupe from his pocket and examined it.
    “Remarkable,”
he said. He turned to the teenagers. “How did you find out about this device?”
    “An Axis Lord
called Howell told us,” said Martin.
    “Ah.” Slater
paused. “Yes, Howell is an acquaintance of mine. But how did he find you? You
were supposed to be hidden from detection.”
    “He got to Dr
Ackerman,” explained Darcy.
    “I see…”
    Mr Slater fell
silent, surveying the blue prism through