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Jane’s already in motion. She’s ducking past the security guard. She’s in the bank vault. She’s rifling among the deposit boxes for the grenades the Doom Team always keeps there just in case of trouble at the bank.

“Oi!” says the security guard. He starts to chase Jane. Tom knocks him down, shoves a sedative-laced dog biscuit in his mouth, pivots, and runs outside. He’s just in time to see Bertram’s limousine squeal off down the street.

“Damnation,” says Tom. “Rocket ship. Rocket ship. Where do I have a rocket ship?”

His eye settles on the statue of a mounted Wellington on a pedestal in front of the bank.

“Aces,” says science adventurer, Tom.

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