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it’s just like a robot thing.”
    â€œIt did not seem interested in getting to know me,” said TJ. “I seemed to be in its way.”
    Megan took the coin out of her pocket. “What if it’s something to do with this and my gran’s map?”
    TJ took the coin from Megan, and stared at it once again. “It is possible.”
    â€œHow would Resilience know about your gran’s map?” asked Cam. “Maybe that’s just how Waterworx destroys old buildings.”
    â€œWait!” said Megan. “Do you think the other sculptures might be robots too?”
    Cam stared at her like somebody who felt that two robots was more than enough to be worrying about right now.
    â€œRemember at the shipyard…” said Megan, “lights and tapping noises were coming from inside Phoenix Egg!”
    â€œAnd what – you think there was a robot in there waiting to… hatch?”
    â€œIt’s all got to be connected, don’t you think?” said Megan. “The powers, the map, the big robot… we just have to work out how.”
    â€œYeah,” said Cam, “piece of bun really.”
    â€œWe should go to the next place on the map as quickly as we can.”
    â€œOh,” 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. “Me, you and TJ – we just proved we can do anything!”
    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 Megan’s 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 they’re getting themselves into
, mused Mr Finn as he turned back to the warehouses to scrape up all the pieces of Resilience. He didn’t 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 Resilience’s battered head. It was going to take quite a bit of hammering back into shape. That wasn’t 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.
    â€œWhere you wanting this dumped, sir?” said head-of-security Davy. “Scrap yard?”
    Mr Finn glared. “Take it to my house, please. I will see to the repairs personally.”
    â€œYou sure, sir? Because me and the boys reckon you could get a few grand from Big Shug at the yard.”
    â€œThank you for the suggestion,” said Mr Finn in a way that made it clear that any further suggestions would result in being sacked, “but this isn’t a mashed-up Ford Focus, this is
art
. Big Shug wouldn’t know what to do with it.”
    â€œOh, he’d love it. He’d probably just melt it down. He melts most things down.”
    The rest of the security team backed slowly away from Davy and started looking in other directions.
    â€œYes. I do enjoy a bit of melting, myself,” said Mr Finn. “Of course, I’m more of a dabbler, not a skilled craftsman like Big Shug, art genius.”
    Too late, Davy realised his mistake. “No sir, I didn’t mean… I was trying to be helpful…”
    â€œBeing helpful is a pointless waste of time, Davy. Just like you. And to help you remember that in future, you’re fired. As of now.”
    Davy turned to his workmates, hoping for support, but they had all wandered off whistling and looking at their