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suspect that the people in the car will know we’re chasing him. They’re unlikely to have changed vehicles – humans will assume that it would be impossible to be tracked down in such a big city.”
    “So he’ll still be in that same dark blue car,” said Hercules.
    “Unless he’s already reached wherever he’s going,” added Agent K.
    “That’s also unlikely,” said Nero. “He’s now a wanted fugitive. There’ll be a lot of people looking for him in London. He’ll be heading somewhere further away.”
    “Good hunting,” said Agent K. She flipped her phone back into her pocket, and drove away. The police outside the damaged safe house didn’t notice her go.

    “Queen Bee to Hive 1.”
    Chopper, Sirena, Morph and Sabre had spread out to scan a number of government buildings. Sirena was back at the Palace of Westminster while Chopper and Sabre were at Downing Street and the cabinet offices in Whitehall; Morph was at the Ministry of Defence. All had switched to stealth mode.
    “Hive 1 to Queen Bee,” transmitted Chopper. “We’re in position.”
    “What’s the status of the Sir Godfrey android?”
    “It’s still in the House of Commons,” said Sirena. “It seems to be doing nothing that the real Sir Godfrey wouldn’t normally do. I’m making a systematic high-res scan of the entire area. Now we know what we’re looking for, I can recalibrate my sensors to pick up the androids over a much greater distance. The two journalist androids are both in the public gallery overlooking the main chamber. The cleaner android is emptying bins in the offices to the west. All four are sending out scan signals. They’ll find nothing now that we have the stealth upgrade. No further androids found so far.”
    “Good, keep me informed,” said Queen Bee. “And what data have you gathered?”
    “I’ve squeezed around a loose window frame,” said Morph, “and into the casing of the laptop PC in Sir Godfrey’s office. I’m about to hack into the hard drive using fibre-optic probes.”
    “Once you’re inside the Ministry of Defence private network,” said Queen Bee, “pull out every byte of data you can. There should be important clues in there somewhere.”
    “Logged, Queen Bee.”

    Nero was also soaking up data. He hacked into CCTV systems across the city and analyzed thousands of gigabytes of information, including hundreds of hours of video footage. Work that would have taken humans – or even ordinary computers – several weeks to carry out was completed in less than a minute.
    “Within the correct time parameters,” said Nero, “allowing a three-minute margin of error, there are five vehicles that passed the safe houseand would be described by humans as ‘dark blue’. No data is available from the exact street on which the safe house stands, because the CCTV recordings at the safe house were destroyed by one of the explosions. I’ve had to base calculations on the nearest visual sources.”
    “And?” said Hercules.
    “All five vehicles are standard cars. One can be tracked to the car park of a supermarket. Two drove to private addresses within a mile of the safe house. One visited a coffee shop and then pulled up outside a hotel in the city centre. All of these can be eliminated from our enquiries.”
    “Because they’ve stayed within London?” said Hercules.
    “Affirmative,” said Nero. “And because each had only one occupant. Drake will probably be travelling with whoever freed him. The fifth car is our target. Piecing together data from three traffic cameras, this car has four people in it.”
    “Where’s our target now?” said Hercules.
    “Close to the M25,” said Nero. “I haven’t been able to assemble a complete record of the car’s route so far, but it seems they stopped at a petrolstation for seven minutes to refuel. The obvious conclusion is that they’re planning quite a long journey.”
    “Should we signal Agent K?” said Hercules. “Could we catch up with