The Case of the Gold Thief--Part Five
by HA

Bo watched as Shirley continued to examine the golden machine. He turned around to brush off more gold glitter. His eyes went wide when he saw someone in a nearby alley. To be more precise, his eyes went wide when he saw the rifle in the figure's hands. Realizing who was going to be shot, Bo ran towards his best friend. Behind him, the rifle fired.

Before Shirley knew what hit her, Bo tackled her from her left. As they hit the ground, the bullet hit the dome with a loud ping. Inspector Hewitt stepped back and reached into his jacket. "Get down!" he shouted to the people, pulling out his gun. Everyone did as they were told.

Number Nine snarled and curled his hand into a fist. "Blast it! We missed!" he exclaimed angrily. Mojo expressed its frustration in a series of fast beeps.

Number Nine-Nine pulled out a laser gun. "I won't," he said coldly as he fired downward through the light gold mist.

Below, the machine suffered from the ENIGMA agent's shots. The only thing Number Nine-Nine killed was its repeated message. On the ground, Bo held Shirley tightly and shielded her with his body. Inspector Hewitt looked around for the source of the shooting. Bart reached for his sonic boomer.

"Damn dust," Number Nine-Nine muttered as he fired. "Where's the detective and Bart?" Spotting Bart through his binoculars, he took aim and fired. Below, Bart dodged shot after shot and Inspector Hewitt began returning fire.

With the police inspector's shots hitting the side of the building, Number Nine-Nine prepared to fire another shot only to have his gun knocked out of his hand by Number Nine. "You fool! You gave away our position!" the Elite Eight member shouted angrily as Inspector Hewitt continued firing.

The gun clattered across the floor. Number Nine-Nine ran for it. Suddenly, the gun vibrated and exploded. "What?" the young ENIGMA agent exclaimed.

"The self-destruct mechanism must've triggered by accident," Number Nine concluded. "We need to depart now!" He turned to the agent with the remote control. "Activate the self-destruct device!" he ordered.

"Yes, sir," the agent answered, pressing a red switch.

"Rendezvous with us at the designated meeting place," Number Nine told the shooter via the two-way mic as he and his two subordinates ran to the exit. Beeping wildly, Mojo hung on to the master agent's shoulder.

The shooter put away the rifle and tried to sneak away. Blake spotted the strange figure. "I'll get him!" he said as he took off.

"Blake, wait!" Inspector Hewitt cried as Bart and Rika followed his son on his pursuit. He was about to join them when he saw the machine start to glow brightly. "Get clear!" he shouted.

Bo got the hint and got up. "Come on!" he told Shirley, who nodded silently. He grabbed his friend's hand and they ran as fast as they could. Together, they made it to Inspector Hewitt, who led them to a safe spot. They ducked as the machine exploded, sending debris flying.

Once it was all clear, everyone got up. "That was close," Inspector Hewitt remarked, looking at the burnt spot in the middle of the intersection.

"Indeed," Shirley agreed.

"Oh yeah." Bo breathed a sigh of relief, then felt someone holding his hand. He looked down and realized he was still holding Shirley's hand. Shirley noticed too. Bo released his hold and turned away from her to hide the red spreading on his face.

Shirley raised an eyebrow at her friend. "Are you all right?"

"Yes!" Bo blurted, his face still red. At that moment, he was glad the others were not there.

Meanwhile, Blake and the others pursued the shooter down the alley. They heard the explosion, but kept to the chase, hoping their friends were all right. "Hold it!" Bart shouted, firing his sonic boomer at the fleeing figure. The shots got as close as his feet.

They chased the shooter into a dead end. "We got him," Rika said.

The shooter looked left and right, then took out the rifle. Everyone got ready to dodge the impending bullet. Before a shot could be fired, the figure started vibrating rapidly. The grip on the rifle weakened, and Bart shot it out of the shooter's hands. Blake and the others watched as the vibrating increased. Sparks flew out of the shooter.

"He's a robot?" Blake said, surprised. He got his answer when the shooter fell apart. Its head and limbs broke off and the cowboy hat floated to the ground.

They got closer for a better look at the mysterious assassin. Rika yanked the cape off. It was an android with light-blue plating. Bart studied the remains. "Something caused it to shut down," he concluded.

"ENIGMA really doesn't want anyone to learn about their technology," Blake observed. "The circuitry got fried, but it can still be examined."

"I believe we still have a chance," Rika said, holding up the head. "What do you think, Bart?"

Bart took a closer look. "Same as the body, but it'll be easy to transport. I doubt the police will mind its disappearance. Ivan's still here, right?"

"Hai," Rika answered as she put the robot head into her backpack.

"I'll call him and let him know we've got something for him," Bart said as he took out his comlink. "Besides, I want him to build me something."

Rika eyed the robot's firearm. "How unusual," she commented. The rifle consisted of a long tube and an oddly-shaped butt. "I believe Ivan will want to look at this," she told Bart.

"Better scan it," Bart said as he got who he wanted.

Rika took out her comlink and activated it. She pointed it at the rifle and pressed a button. The comlink scanned the rifle's image, and Rika sent it to someone. "Let's go," she said, putting away her comlink and taking up her backpack.

"Looks familiar," Blake said, looking at the rifle. He saw how the head weighed Rika down. "Do you need any help?" he asked.

"Don't worry," Rika said. "I can handle it."

Bart talked on his comlink as he and the others left the alley. No one saw the figure watching them from a nearby rooftop. Seeing that they were leaving, the figure walked away.

Blake and the others made their way to where Shirley and Bo were. They saw the remains of the golden machine. "That explains the explosion," Rika said.

Blake ran up to his father and friends. "Everyone okay?" he asked with concern.

Inspector Hewitt smiled. "It'll take more than a bomb to finish me off, son."

"We're fine," Shirley said.

"Yes we are!" Bo said, still facing away from Shirley.

"That's good," Blake said, staring at Bo. *What's up with him?*

Detective Tremain ran up to them. "Okay, now what'll we do? We'll never know what ENIGMA's up to."

"There's a robot back there," Blake said, pointing in the direction they chased the shooter. "At least you can study their technology."

"Thanks, son," Inspector Hewitt turned to Detective Tremain. "Someone fired from over there," he told him, pointing to the place where Number Nine was. "We need to check it out."

"Right, but what about...?" Detective Tremain turned to Shirley and her friends, but found they were gone. "Why should I be surprised?" he muttered to himself.

Shirley and the others left the scene of the crime without anyone noticing. "What now?" Bo asked.

"We go back to my lab," Shirley said.

"Correction." Bart hung up. "We're going to our lab."

"Your lab?" Blake asked.

"Don't worry," Rika reassured them. "You'll like it."

* * * * *

As the police continued its investigation, a gray car made its way out of the area. "Sir, we've lost Outlaw!" its driver reported to Number Nine.

The Elite Eight member nearly shot out of the back seat. Mojo nearly fell off his shoulder. "What? Are you sure?"

"I'm positive, sir. I'm not getting its life signal," the agent answered, noting the non-lit light on a device attached to the dashboard.

"This is unusual, Uncle," Number Nine-Nine said. "First my gun and now Outlaw. Two malfunctions?"

"My toys do not malfunction!" Number Nine said, giving his nephew a death glare. Mojo beeped into its master's ear, and that seemed to calm him down. "You're right, Mojo. We must focus on our assignment. I can solve these mysterious malfunctions later." He faced forward. "Back to the hideout," he ordered the driver. "We must get everything ready for the next part of my plan."

"Yes, sir!" the agent answered, taking the correct way.

As the car picked up speed, Number Nine-Nine chuckled malevolently. "Soon, Bart, you and your detective friend will be part of the heavenly choir. Oh yes, you will. I hope you're a good singer." He touched his scar and grinned wickedly.

Mojo shook its head. Number Nine leaned back in his seat and started planning his next move.

* * * * *

Shirley and her friends found themselves in a suburb of Redington. "Where are we going?" she asked Rika and Bart.

"The Think Tank," Rika answered.

"The what?" Bo asked, confused.

They arrived at a large yellow house with a white picket fence. "Here we are," Rika said.

"Okay," Bo remarked as he looked over the lawn. The grass was well-trimmed. Rose bushes stood against the house's walls. A trio of gnomes leaned against the porch railing. They reminded him of the ones owned by Irene Babych, a woman he did odd jobs for. She was the focus of one of his and Shirley's most interesting cases.

They followed Rika to the porch and watched as she rang the doorbell. "Yes?" a Russian-accented voice asked from a speaker.

"It's me, Ivan," Rika answered, pushing the "speak" button.

"Please state the password," the voice requested.

"Ivan, it's us," Bart said. "You can see us on your video screen." He looked up at the camera posted above the doorway.

"How do I know you're the real Bart and Rika?" the voice asked. "Especially with those strange people with you? How do I know you're not aliens masquerading as humans or government spies?"

"Hmmmmmm..." Shirley raised an eyebrow. "He's exhibiting signs of paranoia."

"Is this guy for real?" Blake whispered.

"Yep," Bart answered.

"And I thought you were bad," Bo remarked to the budding paranormalist.

"Get off that!" a girl with an English accent exclaimed over the speaker. After sounds of a brief struggle, she spoke again. "Sorry about that, guys. Ivan's been watching his X-Files reruns again."

"Was a Lone Gunmen episode among them?" Rika asked.

"Yes," the girl confirmed.

"Figures," Rika said with her eyes rolled.

"We need to be cautious!" the boy cried from the background.

"No prob, Gwen," Bart said. "We've brought Shirley and the others over so they can see what you guys do."

"The descendent of Sherlock Holmes is always welcome here," the girl said. "I'm opening the door now."

The speaker went off, and a loud click came from the door. Everyone watched as the door opened by itself.

Bo blinked. "A ghost?" he said half-jokingly.

"Remote control." Shirley pointed out a device attached to the door.

Rika and Bart went in, followed by Shirley and the others. The interior of the house seemed normal, with white walls and red carpeting. Shirley examined the contents on the wall closely.

"Hello?" Shirley called out.

"Hi," a red-haired girl greeted from behind. All eyes were on her.

"Shirley, this is Gwendolyn Sharp," Bart introduced.

"My friends call me Gwen," the girl said.

"You're a Stranger too, right?" Bo asked.

"Correct," Gwen answered.

"Gwen is a member of our Think Tank," Rika stated.

"Think Tank?" Blake asked.

"It's a name everyone's given to the brains of the club," Gwen explained. "We're the ones who do the research and come up with the gadgets we use."

"So you're the Q's of the Strangers' Club," Bo commented.

"You could say that," Gwen said with a smile. "Each of us has a specialty. For example, I specialize in..."

"Anything that has to do with medieval times," Shirley finished.

Gwen blinked. "How did...?"

"Your T-shirt," Shirley said, pointing to Gwen's clothing. "Its design contains a unicorn and a dragon. The necklace you are wearing has a silver unicorn dangling from it. From these observations, I deduced you are a medieval enthusiast."

Gwen nodded. "Correct, Shirley."

"Why the Middle Ages?" Blake asked.

"You might say I'm quite knowledgeable on the subject," Gwen remarked. "You have something for us?"

Rika pointed to her backpack. "Did you get the scan?"

"We did," Gwen answered.

Shirley reached into her backpack and took out the bag of yellow Jello. More accurately, it was yellow liquid. Amazingly, the bag was not damaged during the incident at the intersection. That did not escape anyone's notice.

"Shirley, you know how to pick plastic bags," Bo remarked.

"It's all in how you pack your backpack," Shirley admitted.

"I need to examine this under a microscope and conduct a chemical analysis," Shirley told Gwen.

"No problem," Gwen said. "Just follow me to the basement and we'll get started."

Gwen led the group to a door located near the back of the house. She opened it to reveal a series of steps leading down. "So if your specialty is the Middle Ages, then what's Ivan's? Paranoid delusions?" Bo joked as they walked down the steps.

"Ivan designs and builds most of our equipment," Bart said seriously. "He came up with the sonic boomers and the comlinks."

They made it to the bottom of the basement. They found shelves filled with broken appliances, miscellaneous inventions, and various mechanical parts. "Great, we're in the Lone Gunmen's warehouse hideout," Bo quipped as he studied his surroundings.

"I think the Gunmen had poorer lighting," Blake remarked, pointing to the fluorescent lights on the ceiling.

"Interesting," Shirley said as she studied an old vacuum cleaner, now taken apart.

A portly boy darted out in front of them. He wore a white labcoat, but that was not his dominating feature. The large-lensed goggles on his face made him look bug-like. He looked over the group, then circled them.

"Here we go again," Rika said with a slight groan.

"Good, good," the boy muttered as he studied everyone through his goggles. After a minute of examination, he took them off, revealing a blond flattop. "Excellent, you're all human," he concluded as he donned a pair of glasses.

Bo got a closer look. "Hey, you were at the meeting we attended. You told me it was starting."

"That is correct," the boy said with a nod. "I am Ivan Pushkin."

"What were you doing a while ago?" Blake asked, eyeing the goggles.

"I was making sure you're all human," Ivan answered.

"X-ray goggles," Shirley conjectured.

"Correct," Ivan confirmed. He saw Bo's eyes narrow and his hand form into a fist. "Relax. They act like an X-ray machine. They only see bones."

"They'd better," Bo muttered. His eyes wandered to Shirley, and he thought what he would have done to Ivan if the goggles did not just pick up bones. Then another thought filled his head, one that made him turn to a shelf in order to hide the creeping red shade on his face.

"I apologize for my previous behavior," Ivan began. "I tend to get into the spirit of The X-Files after watching a few episodes." He gestured to the others to follow him. "But you can't be too cautious these days."

"You do have a point," Shirley said as they walked. "Your father is into repairing."

Ivan nodded. "Yes, he is. He has his own repair shop. But how...?"

"His 'Best Repairman' award is hanging in the hallway," Shirley answered.

Ivan led them to a large table equipped with a chemistry set and a number of microscopes. A computer and printer stood on a nearby desk. Two large, full bookcases and a TV cabinet with a TV/VCR and a large collection of videotapes completed the scene. "Here's our workstation," Ivan said in a friendly manner.

Shirley studied the bookcases and the TV cabinet. "All scientifically related materials focusing on the supernatural and paranormal." She examined closely. "And some conspiracy stuff and X-Files episodes."

"I'm amazed you could fit everything in here," Bo remarked.

"You're not the only one," Gwen whispered.

Rika placed her backpack on the table and took out the robot head. "I'll get started," Ivan said upon seeing it. He donned a pair of white rubber gloves and a headset rigged with a magnifying lens.

"Shouldn't we be worrying about a bomb?" Bo asked, pointing to the head. "Last time I checked, ENIGMA doesn't give away their stuff for free."

"All self-destruct mechanisms were deactivated," Rika reported as Ivan opened the head.

"But it exploded when we caught up with it," Blake recalled. "Right, Bart?"

"It started vibrating suddenly," Bart corrected. "Then it fell down, deactivated. Probably a malfunction."

"Good thing it malfunctioned," Ivan said, examining the head's interior with a flashlight and tweezers. "Otherwise we wouldn't be able to study such advanced technology." He leaned forward more. "Fascinating."

Using a liquid dropper, Shirley took a sample of the Jello and placed it on a slide. She went to a nearby microscope and began her examination. "Interesting model," she remarked, noting the futuristic look of the scientific tool. "Very advanced."

"Courtesy of the Knight Foundation. It's a prototype that's able to spot even the tiniest bacteria and viruses. We just perfected it first." Gwen took the bag and emptied some into a beaker. "I'll run a chemical analysis, but it'll take a while," she told Shirley.

Shirley nodded and continued looking at the sample through the microscope, adjusting the lens with a button on its side. "Hmmmmmmmmmm..."

"Ivan, did you look at that scan I sent you?" Rika asked.

"I did," Ivan replied, still examining the robot head. "I saved it on my harddrive."

"I'll show you," Gwen said, making her way toward the computer. "Bart, take over the analysis."

"Check," Bart said, taking Gwen's place at the table.

Shirley got up from the microscope. "Nothing unusual," she declared as she followed Bo and Rika to the computer.

Gwen sat down. "Here we go." With a few mouse clicks, she brought up the scanned picture of the robot's rifle.

"Weird looking gun," Bo said upon seeing the weapon.

Blake looked closer. "Wait. Now I remember what it is. It's..."

"An air gun," Shirley completed. "It matches the description from Conan Doyle's story..."

"...'The Return of Sherlock Holmes'," Blake finished. "No wonder no one could hear the shot."

"Perfect weapon to use in a crowd," Bo said.

"Oh, we have more information for you, Shirley." Gwen clicked on another window. "We started doing some Web research after we got Rika's call."

"On what?" Shirley asked.

"On robot sightings and the like," Gwen answered after bringing up what she was looking for. "Ivan and I found articles relating to mysterious crimes involving alleged mechanical devices. In some of the stories, people claimed they saw a robot of some type. Interestingly, most of them dealt with murders."

"Murders? Not a good sign," Bo said.

Gwen relinquished her seat to Shirley, who began to read the articles. The young detective assumed her thinking pose. She cupped her chin in her hand and started walking back and forth. "So we're dealing with an ENIGMA assassin specializing in robotics."

"An assassin who wants you dead, Shirley," Bart said gravely. He was holding the beaker full of the Jello. "Luckily, he wasn't trying to poison anyone."

"I know," Shirley said. "I didn't find anything unusual in the Jello. No viruses, no bacteria."

"Just a chemical that's basically a harmless food coloring," Bart added.

Removing his headset, Ivan joined the others. "There's no danger of the head being tracked down. In addition to the self-destruct mechanism being fried, the tracking device bit the dust, too."

"Any idea that caused it?" Shirley asked, her face still facing the computer.

"Possibly another device in the robot." Ivan shrugged. "I have no idea."

"You're probably right, Ivan," Rika chimed in. "However, I believe we need to find out what ENIGMA's after."

Ivan nodded. "Wait..." He snapped his fingers and started digging through his labcoat's pockets. "Bart, I have something for you."

Bart approached the flattopped Stranger. "You got it done that quickly?"

Ivan pulled a rod out of his pocket. "It was simple to piece together. It matches what you requested," he said as he handed it to Bart.

Bart felt the weight of the object. He noted how light it was. "So how...?" he asked as he noted the tiny ball at one end of the rod.

"Press the green button," Ivan informed him. "Make sure to keep the balled side out."

Bart pointed the end with the small ball away from him, then he pressed the green button. His friends watched as the rod extended to the size of a fencing foil.

"What is that?" Blake asked curiously.

"Bart's new weapon," Ivan answered. "It's made out of a special plastic developed by the Knight Foundation. It's heatproof and shatterproof. I call it a battle baton."

Bo blinked. "Battle baton?"

Bart swung his new tool around. "I have to be prepared for anything," he explained.

"Like Number Nine-Nine," Blake suggested.

Bart made a large swing that nearly made him lose his balance. Only Rika's quick hand on his arm prevented him from falling. "I think you need lessons," she told him.

Bart stood on his own feet. "I think you're right."

"Don't worry, Bart. When Collette's done training you, you'll be able to fight as well as Sir Duncan of Greenwood," Gwen reassured the new Stranger.

"Who's Sir Duncan?" Blake asked.

"He's a fr...knight I've been reading up on," Gwen replied. "The stories about him say he was a great swordsman."

"The battle baton is also equipped with the ability to administer electric shocks of any degree. Hold the green button to activate and maintain the charge," Ivan pointed out. Bart followed his instructions, and the battle baton crackled with electricity. "You can just the charge with that small dial at the other end," the inventor added.

"Why would Bart need an oversized cattle prod?" Bo asked.

"Not all enemies he'll face will be human," Ivan said gravely.

"I guess I'd better shut this thing down." Bart let go of the green button, and the electricity died down. "Red button?" he asked, looking at the handle.

"That's correct," Ivan confirmed. Bart pressed it, and the battle baton returned to its normal size. The young paranormalist pocketed his new weapon.

Shirley finished looking at the articles on the computer. "Let's look at what ENIGMA's done so far," she said as she got up. "First, they managed to steal nine gold bars from a train. Next, they placed a color-changing chemical into Sussex Academy's Jello. Then, there's the machine that fired gold glitter into the air."

"A little showy, don't you think? I thought ENIGMA agents were supposed to be all stealthy and shadowy," Bo said, moving his hands up and down to illustrate sneakiness.

"It seems this one is trying to get attention," Blake said.

"Shirley did expose them," Ivan pointed out. "I guess the element of surprise isn't a given for them anymore."

Shirley pointed upward. "What do these incidents have in common?"

"They were all committed by evil masked men?" Bo said half-jokingly.

"They all involved gold," Rika said seriously.

"Exactly," Shirley said.

"Great." Bo saw a pen on the table and picked it up. "Just what we need. A running theme." He rolled it around on his hand.

Ivan lunged forward and snatched the pen out of Bo's hand. "Don't do that!" he bellowed.

Bo was taken aback. "Hey, what was that for?"

Ivan thrust the pen into Bo's face. "This is a sonic boomer! A sonic boomer with a small crack! If you cracked it even further or dropped it on the floor, it would've exploded!" He placed it carefully where Bo picked it up. "There would be nothing left here save for a smoking crater."

"Oh. Sorry," Bo apologized.

Shirley looked at where the sonic boomer was placed. She noticed another sonic boomer next to it. A piece of paper was lying underneath it. She leaned in for a closer look.

"So what are they after?" Bart asked.

Shirley looked up. "The machine is the official clue. The first two instances were introductions, so to speak."

"So what does the machine mean?" Blake asked.

Shirley looked thoughtful. "First, we must consider its shape and surface features."

"Why don't we figure out all that whining it did about cheating?" Bo said. "It annoyed the heck out of me."

A flash of brilliance went through Shirley's head. "Bo, you're a genius."

"Huh?" Bo said, surprised.

"Whining," Shirley said, getting stares from everyone else. "It makes sense. The designs, the shape, and now the whining."

"Um, Shirley, care to let us know what you're thinking?" Bo asked.

"The top of the machine looked like an upside-down bowl," the young sleuth explained. "It was colored gold, and then there's the whining. Put it all together, and you get..."

"A noisy glitter machine?" Bo said blandly.

"A golden winebowl," Shirley answered confidently. "Ancient Greek, according to those symbols. They were all copying poses you see on ancient Grecian art."

"Hmmmm, Athena would've loved this," Gwen commented. "Ancient Greece is her specialty."

"Wait a sec." Blake snapped his fingers. "Mom mentioned something about a new addition to the museum. A golden winebowl from ancient Greece that she thinks was used at the Olympics."

"That explains the 'cheating'," Ivan said.

"And the various sports the figures were engaged in," Shirley added. "They were all played in ancient Greece."

"Blake, when is the bowl going on display?" Bart asked.

Blake checked his watch. "In about a couple of hours."

Rika looked at Ivan and Gwen, who nodded. "So what are we going to do?" Bo asked his best friend.

Shirley took out her cell phone. "Time for Inspector Hewitt to get another tip from his mysterious benefactors."

* * * * *

At the Redington Museum, a large crowd gathered around a large golden bowl encased in glass. The object promoted discussion among its onlookers. In front of it stood the curator of the museum and Dr. Lauren Hewitt. "A large crowd today, don't you think?" the curator asked the archeologist.

"Indeed," Dr. Hewitt agreed.

"We should begin then," the curator said, turning to the audience. "May I have everyone's attention please?" he asked, clapping his hands loudly. Once all the people stopped talking and gave him their full attention, he continued. "Today we have quite a find courtesy of our latest addition, Dr. Lauren Hewitt. Doctor, can you please explain your latest find?"

Dr. Hewitt spoke once the applause died down. "Thank you, sir. This," she said, motioning to the bowl, "is a winebowl from ancient Greece. As you can see, it is made mostly out of gold. It was found during a dig near Marathon..."

"...and now we will claim it."

All heads turned and saw Number Nine and Number Nine-Nine approach them. Mojo kept close to their heels. "I believe that is what we need," Number Nine said, pointing to the winebowl.

"I don't think so," the curator said. "Now!" he shouted.

Policemen and security guards appeared behind Number Nine and Number Nine-Nine. The people pulled out guns and surrounded the two ENIGMA agents. The "curator" ripped off his face to reveal Inspector Hewitt. "Surprise," he said with a smile.

"You're under arrest!" Detective Tremain shouted from behind, keeping his gun trained on Number Nine and Number Nine-Nine. "Put your hands up!"

The two ENIGMA agents surveyed their surroundings. "Uncle, I do believe they've got us," Number Nine-Nine observed with a sneer.

"Put your hands up!" Detective Tremain repeated. "It's over!"

Number Nine looked around. "How clever, Inspector. Did a little blue-eyed bird tell you we were coming?"

Inspector Hewitt only grinned. "Give up. You're outnumbered," he pointed out.

"But not outgunned." With a flick of his wrist, Number Nine made a tiny ball appear in his hand.

"Huh?" Detective Tremain wondered.

Number Nine threw the object up, and a brilliant flash filled the room. The light lasted for a few seconds. That was enough time for the two ENIGMA agents.

END OF PART FIVE