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Tom crouched in a corner and tried not to breathe deeply The stench froone berserk Not content with killing the i the corpses with an iron bar The sound of his rauessed the man had been overcome by the noxious fumes and had died

He was pleased to see the last of hiuardians and deserved to die with theer noas that he would suffer the same fate The security doors of the Forbidden zone had slammed shut and he was trapped inside

He hadn't worried at first Crispin had shown hih to the seed bank But, when he got there, he found it was ja a hole with his ray gun wasn't an option because the gun wouldn't work in the Forbidden Zone

Once again, fate had been unkind Tom fumed at his misfortune His mission was almost over All that reuardians out to sea in a leaking boat and drown thee back to the Sixth Reale Toes of saintly individuals, in white robes, ent around telling people to be kind to one another But, names didn't matter The idiots who controlled the sacred pathways could call it what they liked so long as they let hins were there The cliff above the whirlpools was bathed in the sae froo anywhere while he was trapped in a stinking hole surrounded by monstrous corpses in jars

'Professorare you there?'

A voice disturbed his thoughts

Tom peered at the panel

'Is that you, Crispin?'

'Yes, Professor People are worried about you'

Toht to be worried about me, Crispin I've done their dirty work for them I've killed all the immortals Now I'ed the panel shut'

'I told you about the wedges, Professor'

'I don't recall that, Crispin'

'You should, Professor' Crispin's voice re out about us If you had followed the correct procedures you would have gone round to the back and removed them first Then there wouldn't have been this problem'