garbo clone flees with chunnel kids
Breaking into the lab had not been a problem. They used tiny undetectable chrome robots in the shape of insects—the infra-red beams could not pin them down. They infiltrated and bypassed all security systems, sending back the precious codes by ultra-wave to the chunnel kids. It was afterwards—fleeing with the beautiful clone through the dark mossy underways of London—that things got hairy. Destroyers had picked up their scent. Peabo had taken one in the leg and now drops of brilliant crimson clearly marked their passage. It was time to go to plan B.