“We're doing well today,” said Stitches, shaking his head in disbelief. “We've interacted with two people and managed to render them both unconscious. We're not doing much for fostering friendly relations with these people are we?”
“She was different though,” said Ollie, going round to the other side of the bar. “Did you see her eyes? She wasn't under the same spell as the other people. She recognised us for what we are, hence her reaction. Come on; let's get her out of there. Maybe she can tell us what happened.”
* * *
Swiftly and silently, the glassy dome of the underwater vessel broke the surface about a hundred and fifty yards from the Astra Island harbour.
“Up scope,” said the man at the front of the bubble.
From the floor a metal pipe popped up. It stopped just short of the curv
