39 Chameleons

39 Chameleons Rockwell poured the entire contents of the tin over himself. The bright green paint totally covered him, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. 'Come on, Josephine,' he said quickly. 'What are you waiting for?' Josephine ran over and did exactly the same thing with a tin of red paint. ' Right! Stand with your back against the fence,' said Rockwell. 'Find your colour!' The two of them stood in front of the crayons whose hues matched theirs. The camouflage wasn't perfect, but it was good enough.

'72,' whispered Rockwell, 'you're going to have to pretend that you're one of them!' 'Affrmative,' said the robot. 'I can do that.' They changed the colour of their eyes from green to red and stood very still. They hid just in time. The stream of red-eyed RAZERs came flying through the gateway a few seconds later, heading towards the southern door of the Spire. Then they stopped and arranged themselves in two straight, parallel lines, forming a pathway between the tower and the opening in the crayon fence. 'What's going on?' whispered Rockwell. 'I'm not sure,' said Josephine. 'It looks like some kind of... guard of honour. 'For who?' Rockwell got his answer immediately. 67 and Alan came through the gateway, moving quickly towards the door in the Spire. They were followed closely by RAZERs 19 and 33, who were carrying a small, lilac-haired woman wearing a duck-egg blue suit with matching pillbox hat. 'Relax your grip!' she yelled assertively in a high-pitched voice as they all went past the hidden threesome. 'You're hurting me!' Josephine frowned. 'Oh no,' whispered Rockwell. 'Now they've taken Nerys hostage!'