Part Six

The girl held up a high-powered stun gun, while the two boys and the man held golf clubs menacingly. “Ok, just step away from that ‘golf ball,” the girl ordered. Rachel started to back away. As she did, she reached down to Smita’s pocket, and undid the catch. Smita burst from the pocket! Jumping, she first bit the Syndicate girl squarely on the wrist, and then, leaping to the ground, she shoved the golf ball holding the Eden Microchip into the hole. Below them, they heard the sound of the ten separate locks closing the transport chamber, each keeping the Eden Microchip safe. Safe, beyond the Syndicate’s reach.

“We might have lost the chip, we aren’t going to loose you!” snarled the Syndicate man in the red shirt. He and the girl, both holding stun guns, advanced toward Rachel and James. Suddenly, the sound of a helicopter battered the air. James and Rachel could see the fifteen members of the team from HQ dropping to the ground. Soon, they had formed a perimeter, and subdued the Syndicate agents. “Amazing work, you two,” Xavier exclaimed. “Enough excitement for your first assignment, Rachel?” he asked. “Almost,” she replied with a grin.

Now, two hours later, a special transport team from HQ was winging its over the Pacific, back to the secret Easter Island labs. There, under the watchful eyes of the stone moai and hundreds of HQ security members, the Eden Microchip would be safe. There it would remain, until its powerful information could be used only for good, for the whole of humankind.

--The End