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‘She’ll be disguised,’ she added.

‘Disguised?’ asked Griffin. ‘What? Like a fake moustache and glasses?’

‘She’s using a perception filter,’ said the ADC.

‘And what’s that?’

‘It’s hard to explain. She’ll be tricky to spot. Hard to focus on. Your eyes will look elsewhere. Your mind will try not to notice her. Be alert. The moment you get a funny feeling, sharpen up. It’ll be her.’

In the old days, Griffin would have laughed in her face. A perception filter? That sounded a little bit too sci-fi for his tastes, but things had changed in the last fortnight, and Griffin was open to a whole new world of wonder.

‘This sounds like a job for the Toclafane, ma’am,’ he said.

‘The Toclafane can’t read her,’ said the ADC. ‘This requires human senses.’

‘If you say so, ma’am.’

‘It won’t be easy, but you will see her, because you want to see her. Our Master was quite specific. Walk with me a moment, Griffin.’

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The Story of Martha, Chapter 2