said Alfred.The programmer was walking along the main corridor of SWARM HQ. To either side were offices, workshops and emergency living quarters.Beside him strode Queen Bee, and between them flew Chopper the dragonfly and Hercules the stag beetle, their precise mechanical wings keeping them exactly at Alfred’s eye level.“I’m afraid not,” said Queen Bee.Alfred shrugged. “Don’t worry, there must be some way for us to find them. Chopper, were there any other clues left at the lock-up?” “Negative, Alfred,” said Chopper.“Simon has downloaded all the data we collected,” said Hercules, “but it contains no new information. He has also checked the data gathered by Agent J, Sirena and Morph, over at Techna-Stik, but we have no clues as to the identity of the informer.”“Whoever at Techna-Stik is working with this gang,” muttered Queen Bee, “they’ve covered their tracks very well.”“Hmm,” said Alfred, frowning. “Let’s think now. The thieves have obviously gone to a lot of trouble to steal Whiplash.
