“Frazier Gunn,” Jane said with a sneer as she leaned forward in her throne, dropping the plate and cup onto the floor with a wet crash. She took off her lemon-decorated hat to reveal the shiny bald scalp underneath. Frazier shivered, knowing she did this only when she wanted to threaten someone. “This is your chance to redeem your pathetic failure of not bringing me those kids the first time I asked you to. If you fail me again . . .”

“You have nothing to worry about, Mistress. I’ll have eyes on the Barrier Wand at all times and the army of fangen are ready to attack. Once the Realitants meet up with Annika, we’ll charge in and take them all. They’ll have nowhere to go.”

“Are you sure the fangen are reliable? Last time I checked, they were still developing, still blind as bats.”

Heat pulsed through Frazier’s veins. “They’re not at full strength, that’s true. But they’ll be plenty tough to take care of a few Realitants, I promise.”

Jane paused a moment, staring him down as she considered his plan. “Fine, Frazier. But I want you personally to check and double check that the Chi’karda Drive in the Wand is disengaged before tonight. In fact, take the thing out altogether and give it to me so I can sleep with it under my pillow. Without it, they won’t be able to wink away.”

“And Master George’s Wand? What if he tries to wink them back?”

Mistress Jane laughed as she placed the lemony hat back on her shiny head. “Oh, don’t worry about him. He’ll be far too occupied to do any rescuing.” Her face flashed to red as she screamed, “Nitwit! Clean up this mess!”

~

By the time Mothball finally stopped next to an oak tree the size of a small building, Tick was desperate to throw up. After all the dodging and weaving through the maze of trees in the forest, his insides felt as if someone had shaken them like a maraca. When Sato pulled to a stop and lowered the Windbike to the mossy floor, Tick jumped off and ran over to a clump of bushes, where he spewed out every last morsel remaining in his stomach.

Paul made a wisecrack, but by the looks of his green face, he didn’t feel much better. Sofia and Sato seemed fine—as did Mothball—and Tick wondered if it was because they’d been driving.

Mothball removed her backpack and started pulling out all kinds of stuff. A tarp, some blankets, a little stove, packets of food.

“I thought we were in a hurry to meet our spy lady?” Paul asked, still walking off his nausea.

“What’s that?” Mothball asked, concentrating on setting up the stove. “Oh, no, that be tomorrow morning when we meet Annika.”

“Then why all the rush?” Sofia asked.