itâs just like a robot thing.â
âIt did not seem interested in getting to know me,â said TJ. âI seemed to be in its way.â
Megan took the coin out of her pocket. âWhat if itâs something to do with this and my granâs map?â
TJ took the coin from Megan, and stared at it once again. âIt is possible.â
âHow would Resilience know about your granâs map?â asked Cam. âMaybe thatâs just how Waterworx destroys old buildings.â
âWait!â said Megan. âDo you think the other sculptures might be robots too?â
Cam stared at her like somebody who felt that two robots was more than enough to be worrying about right now.
âRemember at the shipyardâ¦â said Megan, âlights and tapping noises were coming from inside Phoenix Egg!â
âAnd what â you think there was a robot in there waiting to⦠hatch?â
âItâs all got to be connected, donât you think?â said Megan. âThe powers, the map, the big robot⦠we just have to work out how.â
âYeah,â said Cam, âpiece of bun really.â
âWe should go to the next place on the map as quickly as we can.â
âOh,â said Cam, who had been hoping that getting attacked by a big angry sculpture might have put Megan off exploring for a bit.
Megan smiled. âMe, you and TJ â we just proved we can do anything!â
Cam tried to look inspired and brave, but mostly just managed to look queasy and tired.
Chapter 13.
Art and Craft
Mr Finn watched Megan, Cam and TJ struggle through Meganâs front door. He had followed them home from the ruined warehouse, and even though he was annoyed about his sculpture getting smashed, it had saved him a lot of bother sorting out building demolition. Every cloud had a silver lining.
Plus, he had always wanted to see the real Tin Jimmy, so that had been nice.
I wonder if they have any idea what theyâre getting themselves into
, mused Mr Finn as he turned back to the warehouses to scrape up all the pieces of Resilience. He didnât want any of the parts getting into the wrong hands and ending up on eBay. Again.
***
At the demolished warehouse, Mr Finn ran his hand over Resilienceâs battered head. It was going to take quite a bit of hammering back into shape. That wasnât all bad news, though, because Mr Finn actually quite enjoyed hitting things with hammers.
The Waterworx security team were busy hoisting the sculpture onto the back of a truck, while some of the guards were trying to fend off a nosy photographer from the local newspaper.
âWhere you wanting this dumped, sir?â said head-of-security Davy. âScrap yard?â
Mr Finn glared. âTake it to my house, please. I will see to the repairs personally.â
âYou sure, sir? Because me and the boys reckon you could get a few grand from Big Shug at the yard.â
âThank you for the suggestion,â said Mr Finn in a way that made it clear that any further suggestions would result in being sacked, âbut this isnât a mashed-up Ford Focus, this is
art
. Big Shug wouldnât know what to do with it.â
âOh, heâd love it. Heâd probably just melt it down. He melts most things down.â
The rest of the security team backed slowly away from Davy and started looking in other directions.
âYes. I do enjoy a bit of melting, myself,â said Mr Finn. âOf course, Iâm more of a dabbler, not a skilled craftsman like Big Shug, art genius.â
Too late, Davy realised his mistake. âNo sir, I didnât mean⦠I was trying to be helpfulâ¦â
âBeing helpful is a pointless waste of time, Davy. Just like you. And to help you remember that in future, youâre fired. As of now.â
Davy turned to his workmates, hoping for support, but they had all wandered off whistling and looking at their