by Anthony Horowitz
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... 39 "Well, now's your chance. When we get out there, I'll set up a few targets. See how you do." Once again, Alex couldn't shake off a vague feeling that something was wrong, but then Sparks turned on the radio and with a blast of music from some Australian band he had never heard of, they set off. It was going to be a beautiful evening. There were a few streaks of red in the sky but no clouds, and the sun--close to the horizon--was throwing long, stretched-out shadows across the ground. Scooter was slumped in his seat with one foot resting on the dashboard. X-Ray had his hand up, the wind streaming through his fingers. By the time they had passed through the barrier and hit the main road, Alex had relaxed. He only had one evening in Aus- tralia. He might as well enjoy it. They followed the coast for about ten miles, then turned inland. Why had they come so far? Alex couldn't shake off a sense of unease. After all, the compound at...