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pointed towards a tracksuited man sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper. Max and Linden each pulled a silver pen from their pocket. They were designed by Quimby, Spyforce’s head inventor, and contained darts that were guaranteed to put a person to sleep in seconds.
    â€˜We’ll use these to immobilise Tobias and get him to the Spyforce vehicle.’ Max took a brief look at the ice-cream van that was parked in front of them. It may have looked slow, but beneath the old-fashioned exterior was a super-fast car capable of speeds of up to 240 kilometres per hour.
    â€˜If we’re quick, we can get to Tobias before he’s taken on a joyride he may never return from.’ Linden frowned. ‘If we can find him …’
    â€˜There he is.’ Max spied their young charge carefully creeping along the side of the house, but then her breath caught in her throat. ‘Toby?’ What was he doing here? He was in danger. Max had to save him.
    But as they were about to leap out from behind the blackberry bush, the doors of the sedan burstopen and two men leapt out, grabbed Tobias and dragged him inside.
    â€˜The man with the baseball cap was a decoy,’ Linden realised angrily. ‘Let’s go!’
    The two spies ran to the ice-cream truck, and just as they jumped in, Max saw Toby’s sad face peering out of the rear window of the black car. Seconds later, he was gone.
    Max gulped down a rising lump of fear as she started the truck. They had to rescue Toby or the world was doomed to chaos, to madness, to unspeakable horrors, to

    â€˜What are you still doing in bed?’ The shrieking cry jolted Max from her nightmare so that she slammed her face into her wooden bedhead.
    Her thoughts raced in circles as she tried to focus on what was happening and who the white-gowned person at her door was, with hair swept into a congealed foam pile, face plastered with thick green goo and screaming like a wounded banshee.
    â€˜I woke you up an hour ago. Why are you still asleep? We won’t get there at all at this rate!’
    Then she realised. It was her mother. Max had been woken up earlier, but she must have fallen back to sleep. And on the day of the wedding!
    â€˜I’ll make sure she gets up this time.’ Linden snuck under the arm of Max’s mother’s fluffy white dressing-gown.
    â€˜I’ll be ready. Don’t worry.’ Max sat up, rubbing her sore head.
    Her mother’s eyes then landed on Linden’s hair, which stared back at her like a hedgehog after a bad fright.
    â€˜You are going to do something with that … aren’t you?’ she said with an obvious streak of horror in her voice.
    But before Linden could answer, she spun from the room. ‘We’ll never make it!’ she wailed, her voice fading, until she suddenly spring-loaded herself back into the room and onto Max’s bed. She held her daughter’s face in her hands.
    â€˜I love you, sweetie, you know that, don’t you?’ She blinked away some sudden tears and hugged Max firmly before leaping from the bed and continuing on her cyclonic way.
    â€˜When should I tell her I have done my hair?’ Linden stood in front of the mirror and tried to make a few minor adjustments to his wildhair. ‘I spent a good ten minutes on this do.’ He turned back to Max. ‘Everything’s normal around here, then?’
    â€˜Yep.’ Max sighed. ‘Normal as it gets. One minute she’s relaxed and happy, the next she’s acting like she’s been let loose from the jaws of hell.’
    â€˜Makes for an interesting life.’
    â€˜If by interesting you mean everything sane has been kidnapped.’
    Kidnapped … Max’s face fell as she remembered her dream. When she’d called Toby’s house the day she saw him in the park, his aunt told her he was staying late at school. Max knew that wasn’t true but had no choice other than to thank