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    Zac was flying over a speed bump when the golf cart’s radio crackled to life.
    â€˜Attention all security units. A golf cart has been stolen. Suspect has cool hair, repeat cool hair. Likely identity: Zachary Power.’
    Ah-ha! Cinemania was definitely not a genuine movie studio! Otherwise, how would they know his name?
    Suddenly, Zac heard a weird crunching sound behind him. There, not ten metres away, was a security guard in a golf cart, cracking his knuckles!
    The guard’s neck was as thick as a power pole. He looked more machine than human. And he was heading in Zac’s direction – FAST!
    Zac slammed his foot on the accelerator. His cart shot forward, but not fast enough. The guard was closing in!
    Zac sped towards what looked like the Wild Wild West. It was an old film set, cluttered with horse troughs and abandoned mine shafts.
    Desperately, he wove between the obstacles. This was harder than Mario Karts ! And if he crashed, Zac knew he couldn’t just start all over again.
    Zac slammed into a barrel and sent it flying. The cart flipped. Zac flew out and…
    KER - RUNCH !
    He landed flat on his face. The barrel slammed into the guard’s cart, knocking him over like a skittle.
    Zac jumped up and ran for it.
    Gotta hide , he thought. His face stung from where he’d landed on the gravel.
    Up ahead, Zac saw a haunted house set from a horror movie. The windows were boarded up, the door nailed shut.
    Perfect…if I can figure out how to get in.
    Frantically, Zac rattled every board on every window.
    RIIIIIP!
    A board came loose and Zac wriggled through the window. Velvety darkness swallowed him up instantly.
    Blindly, he felt his way further inside the house. All of a sudden, Zac went cold.
    What was that sound?
    Footsteps!
    â€˜Zac Power!’ thundered a voice.
    The room flooded with yellow light.
    Zac’s eyes throbbed. He’d been caught!
    Standing in front of him was the guard from before! Hang on, hadn’t Zac left him behind outside?
    Wait… thought Zac. What’s that weird lump on his neck?

    An ON button! No wonder this guard looked like the one from the cart. And like the one at the front gate, Zac realised.
    The guards were all androids!
    A new GIB ruling required all spies to wear PitStink capsules under their arms in case of android attack. When broken, the capsule releases a vile stink from the armpit.
    As hard as he could, Zac pumped his right arm up and down three times until he felt a blast of gas.

    â€˜Halt, Zac Power,’ boomed the android, lumbering towards him.
    Zac lifted his right arm. Powerful stink waves wafted out – a cross between rotting meat and dog farts.
    â€˜Halt, Zac Pow – errrrgh!’ screeched the android. It dropped to the floor, holding its nose. Smoke curled from its ears. The PitStink had short-circuited its wiring!
    Hastily, Zac stepped over the android. He had a sense that somewhere in this building there was a clue about ThoughtVision. Why else would it be guarded so closely? Zac thought. And by fierce, ruthless androids?

CHAPTER FIVE
    In one corner, Zac spotted an old staircase.
    Could lead to an attic, Zac thought, placing a sneaker on the first step. That’s the perfect place to hide information about ThoughtVision.
    Suddenly –
    Ffffffffft f t f tftftftftftft!
    A flock of bats appeared from nowhere and flew straight at Zac’s face!
    Zac’s heart pounded, but he pushed the bats aside and reminded himself that he was in a haunted house. The bats were on strings. They were made of rubber!
    Just part of the film set, Zac reminded himself, breathing quickly.
    He kept climbing the stairs. At the top was a very small door. Zac firmly pushed it open.
    What lay behind was no dusty old attic! Instead, there were rows and rows of high-tech laptops. Zac’s spy senses tingled. He was onto something!
    Zac raced to the nearest computer and selected Display Recent Documents . There it was