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The cop pulled up a grainy CCTV image on his palmtop screen of Baptiste at the Kung Fu Noodle counter.
“This is you last week. Six times in the last month. Come with me,” the cop said, leading him out of the food hall and into the back seat of an unmarked police car. Baptiste reached instinctively into his bag. He was not yet under arrest. The cop got in the front and picked up the radio, waiting for his orders.
But Baptiste received his first.
“Release it. Complete Vector at all costs.”
Baptiste relaxed. The point of action had arrived. He took a luxury Mont Blanc pen out of his bag and flipped off the top, as if he were about to make a note.
The Prime Executable Bot woke.
XE.CUTE.BOT52:BORN
An order came in from Kaparis Command on Song Island.
KAPCOMM>>XE.CUTE TERMINATE LIFE FORM LOCATION COORDINATES: 4578377/46294769
XE.CUTE.BOT52:KILL
The cop finished his radio message and turned his head to speak to Baptiste, but before the first word made it out of his mouth –
Ttzxch.
The smallest sound as it entered his brain.
The tiniest entry wound at the temple.
His face went into spasm, then froze.
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September 29 10:14 (GMT+1). Hook Hall, Surrey, UK.
The morning after the night before was 150 times more disappointing than any previous morning at nano-scale.
Finn, Delta, Kelly and Stubbs sat in silence at a tiny table that had been specially made for them and stared at nothing in particular for a good long while.
The Sons of Scarlatti (one technically a daughter) as they liked to call themselves, lived in an ‘apartment block’ fashioned from cellular seed trays that sat inside a biohazard bubble, which protected them from insects and other threats, inside Laboratory One. It was known as the nano-compound. First they were going to be there a week. Then they were told twelve days. Then three weeks “tops”.
So far, five months had passed.
On the upside, the longer they’d waited for the one thing they wanted most, the more they got of everything else. They could come and go as they pleased from the biosphere (as long as they followed elaborate safety procedures) and anything they wanted could be shrunk in the new accelerator array, so they enjoyed the finest foods, consumer goods and high-end leisure activities. Finn had his own private zoo full of his favourite insects, a laboratory and a skate park, and there was even a ski slope inside a macro freezer in Lab Two. Best of all a perspex-covered road and model rail network had been laid that allowed them safe access to the entire complex. Finn had been gifted a red Mini to drive around, which he adored (even though its speed had been restricted at Grandma’s insistence).
But right now none of that helped.
Various people had already called to reassure them: Grandma, Commander King and, over a video link, the Prime Minister. Even Hudson had been sent for. Not many kids could ruin the ‘jeans and hoodie’ look, but with his long hair, massive glasses and uncomfortable expression, Hudson was one of a kind. He was in on the Boldklub secret because he’d been dragged into the climax of operation Scarlatti and proved himself an unlikely hero.
“What a bummer … That’s so rubbish. Bet you were looking forward to being tall again?” said Hudson when he arrived.
“Mmmm,” said Kelly, looking round for a gun to shoot him with.
“It must really eat away at the back of your minds …” Hudson mused.
At which point Delta politely asked that they be left alone “to suck things up a while”.
“At least he didn’t offer to write one of his poems
,” said Finn when the nano-team were alone again.
Stubbs grunted. “We are at the very margins of human comprehension. We might be stuck here for years and years …”
“What do you know, old fool!” Delta said to Stubbs.
“Quite a lot, actually,” said Stubbs defensively.
Doubt stirred like a great black eel in the pit of Finn’s gut.
Be yourself. Trust yourself. Just keep going. These had been his mother’s Big Three rules. But how could you be yourself when you were stuck in the wrong-sized body? What was the use of trusting yourself when you were totally dependent on other people? And how could you just keep going when you were so obviously stuck? When he’d complained about this to Christabel, their local vicar and a good friend since his mother’s funeral, she’d said, “Use it. Just like your mum left you three lessons, see what lessons you can learn from what you’re going through.”
All he’d learned so far was that the more you wanted something, the further away it got.
“I expect you’ve had better birthdays, Finn,” said Stubbs, looking more than ever like a dejected tortoise.
Kelly gave a hollow laugh and slapped the old man on the back for being such a grouch. Stubbs could fix anything, but didn’t have much clue when it came to ‘being a human being’.
“Thanks – it’s not until tomorrow,” said Finn.
“Hey – a birthday is still a birthday. What do you want to do?” asked Delta, trying to brighten things up. She didn’t normally do ‘close’ but her younger sister Carla was the same age as Finn so he’d become a de facto younger brother.
Finn shrugged. What was there to celebrate at 9mm? He didn’t even get to skip school. Instead he was attending via Skype, Hudson dutifully carrying him around on a laptop (the official explanation for Finn’s absence being he had a highly-contagious skin disease). Grandma insisted on the arrangement. “So he can live a normal life, like any other boy,” she had said, to which Finn responded, “IN WHAT POSSIBLE WAY COULD MY LIFE BE CONSIDERED NORMAL! I’M NINE MILLIMETRES TALL!”
“At least you lot get to go to work …” Finn complained.
There was a military research project that Finn wasn’t really supposed to know about called the ‘nCraft’. One great problem of being a centimetre tall was the time it took to cover even a modest distance and a new vehicle was being developed to take full advantage of the massively improved power-to-mass ratios at nano-scale. Al disapproved of any military application of his technology but Finn knew, that out of sheer boredom, Stubbs and the others had been working on it.
They felt for him.
“Don’t sulk, you’ll get over this! You can get over anything,” said Kelly. “You know how many cars I’d stolen by the time I was thirteen? I spent half my teens in youth custody – and look at me now!” he boasted, opening his massive, battle-scarred arms as if he was a model citizen.
“This is what I tell Carla,” said Delta. “Between thirteen and seventeen you do a lot of suffering, then life gets much, much better.”
“Oh great,” said Finn, sarcastically.
“People always say things like that to teenagers,” said Stubbs, “but as I recall you never really get over the trauma of your teens. The bullying … the heartache … the loneliness …”
“The being nine millimetres tall …” added Finn.
“Hey! If I got over a childhood in a Philadelphia children’s home, you can get over this. You just need a little help and support – am I right?” said Delta, glaring at Kelly and Stubbs.
“She’s right,” said Kelly, then added generously, “and if you need things livening up, just say the word! One of us can always tie you to the train tracks, or shoot at you …”
“I could drop you out of a plane?” offered Delta.
“Or ostracise him. Mental cruelty,” added Stubbs.
“You’d really do that for me? Thanks, guys,” said Finn, smiling at last.
A pulse came from Finn’s nPhone
.
He opened the pack and checked the screen.
U there? Skype?
“What’s wrong? You look like death.”
The girl who on a daily basis filled his Skype screen with dark hair, bright eyes and wisecracks, peered into the lens at him, suspicious.
“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong,” said Finn, wondering how Carla’s emotional radar could possibly work at this distance.
The background usually showed her bedroom in the States, but right now he was looking at a hotel room in Kunming, China, where Carla was on tour with the Pennsylvania Youth Orchestra. Her luggage and a cello case lay on the bed behind her.
What she saw from China was a mock barrack room that had been built especially within the nano-compound. Carla thought Delta was stuck at an airbase in England working on a secret project and that Finn was just a kid who lived on the base with his uncle. They had hit it off as soon as Delta had introduced them, not so much soul mates as complementary opposites. Carla knew everything Finn didn’t know – and much he didn’t want to know – about art and life, and Finn knew everything she didn’t know about the natural world.
What Carla also didn’t know was that everyone she saw on camera was about a centimetre tall.
“Something is definitely wrong.”
“I lost a pet,” said Finn for cover.
“A pet? They let you have pets on an airbase?” she said, sceptical.
“Only a mouse.”
“A mouse? What was its name?”
“Fluffy. It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it matters. I had a hamster die on me; it nearly broke my heart. Does Delta know?”
“Sure. She told me ‘life is much better than you think’.”
“How patronising! They think we’re just kids! They have no idea what ‘life’ is like for us,” bemoaned Carla, who enjoyed being disgusted with her sister and with grown-ups in general.
“What happened? Was it old age?” she asked, gently.
“No, my uncle killed it,” said Finn. “It was late, they’d been drinking, a fight broke out …”
She laughed despite herself.
“Oh HA HA – you’re avoiding your emotions.”
There was a call off-screen. “Carla, we have to go!”
“OK!” she shouted back, and turned to Finn.
“That’s it. We’re going to the airport. You should have seen this place we passed – there’s this actual dwarf world here! A theme park full of little people to gawp at. Can you imagine anything so cruel?”
“Honestly, I can’t,” Finn said without a hint of irony.
Finn wished he was going with her, wished he was going anywhere, with anybody.
Carla grabbed her things and went to shut down the screen, then paused and confessed, “You know, I often wonder if you two are locked-up in some theme park – isn’t that the weirdest thing?”
“Ha! Why?” Finn stalled.
“I don’t know, the crazy stories and everything. Plus I’ve never even seen outside this barrack room …”
“Well it is a secret base,” said Finn.
“Exactly. Always the big mystery with you two!”
“Carla!” called the voice off-screen again, and she waved goodbye.
Phew, thought Finn.
As Finn walked out of the fake barrack room back into the nano-compound, Delta, Kelly and Stubbs suddenly stopped talking. He hated when grown-ups did that.
“What?” said Finn. “What were you talking about?”
“Nothing,” said Delta.
“Liar,” said Finn.
“We said the main thing is we’ve got to stick together as a team. Everything takes time,” said Kelly.
“I know,” said Finn. At least he could be sure of that.
“Your uncle will eventually find the answer,” said Stubbs, almost reluctantly.
“You better believe it!” came a familiar booming voice, as a shadow, like a huge cloud, fell across them.
The four tiny figures looked up at the giant, praying for good news.
“I just don’t know what the answer is yet,” Al finished, to a chorus of sighs. “Now, who’s up for Sunday lunch?”
For want of anything better to do, Finn agreed to spend Sunday at Grandma’s with Al and they razzed along the country lanes between Hook Hall and the village of Langmere in Al’s incomparable De Tomaso Mangusta sports car
