And the Perfect Corporation was one of the most powerful in the galaxy. He was still standing in his luxury viewing room high on the side of the Arena. The fights were over, the crowds had left. On the screens around him, he was watching the video recorded by the White Knights in the fairground. For the first time in years, the Chairman felt a shiver of fear. Every police android could record what it saw. And even though the fight at the funfair had taken only a few seconds before the attackers escaped, there were enough clear shots of the criminals. The Chairman froze each screen at a different point. He squinted at them, trying not to lose his temper. He had a very bad temper. Each screen now showed a still image of an armoured figure using an old-fashioned weapon. There were three of them – plus a boy whose face had not been picked up clearly by the White Knights’ cameras. None of them had identity discs. ‘Armouron,’ he breathed. Waving a shaky hand at the screens, he tried to look more irritated than nervous.
