Ann was not surprised to find that the doorway to the roof had been unlocked. There was a large spacecraft outside on the roof, with another one hovering nearby, waiting for its turn to fill up with passengers. There was also a small party of aliens, with basically human appearances, except that their skin was light purple, and their hair colours were either blue, dark purple or a genuine red. Ann always thought it silly, that people described hair like hers as being red.

"Surely it is orange to me," she thought, "but the hair on those two aliens there is red as a tomato."

She thought of the parents arriving in the street below. They would probably find the building locked up, and dimly lit if at all visible.

"I am beginning to wonder about all this," thought Ann, "They have probably organized a helicopter to act as an escape for the Computer Contact staff involved in this crime, and the helicopter can take them and their loot to a safe hideout .... Those bags must have the gems. If they did all this only to find those sacks almost empty by the time they got home, it would teach them a good lesson. They would think that the aliens cheated them. It's better than sending them to prison."

Ann took out a rectangular prism from one of her bracelets. It was actually a container full of a powerful acid in the form of a powder. When released from the special prism, it would eat through the gems and bags in a few hours. She ran to the bags, avoiding their efforts to stop her with exolimb blows from her hands, and poured the powder. They may not even see it in the relative darkness, but she knew that it would strike the sacks and do its work.

“I wonder if we can pull this off,” said Wendell from concealment.

"Well when we’ve saved them all, if we do," said Ann, "I wonder if their mothers will tell them off for being late for dinner."

The powder had hit its mark and would probably even eat through a little of whatever the sacks were resting on at the time. They could only warn her.

They did.

"Don't you chuck anything again, girlie, not even powder, or we'll use our guns next time!" said one of the men.

"No, I won't chuck anything at all," thought Ann, "but we'll see what happens when Butler One reaches wherever we're going. He'll follow these two starcrafts back to the planet where they came from."

Ann and the other seventeen girls chosen as the first group walked together into the first starcraft, and felt it rising into the air, as they were strapped into various seating positions. Below them, the second starcraft landed, and Ann could see the second group of passengers preparing to make their involuntary journey into the stars.

The two starcraft were soon side-by-side, high above the streets of North Sydney. Ann hoped that Butler One had heard her signal. Of course he would. It was not so much a matter of hearing it as electronically receiving it. Wildstar would be headed for the new planet.

"I don't suppose you will tell us where we're going," said Ann.

The earthmen were now nowhere to be seen, presumably making an exit of their own, but not to another planet.

The aliens ignored Ann's comment and spoke to each other in language of their own.

"Hey, if language doesn't matter," thought Ann, "then there must be other crafts taking off from other countries, with more victims, all being recruited for this wicked training process. It's just as well that nobody from Northern High School knew about Computer Contact. I do not want anyone who knows me to see Butler One and me in action. There is nobody from Freedom Fields here either."

The starcraft flew on a journey which seemed to last many hours. Ann did not know, because she fell asleep and retained no concept of night or day in outer space, except for the fact that she awoke hours later to see the numbers 5:32 on her watch.

"It must be morning, on earth anyway, but not here," thought Ann, as she stared out at the distant coloured spheres, which were actually planets.

She began to think about what to do.

"There are two good reasons not to attack the aliens just yet. Firstly, they have weapons, which they could use on us, and secondly it would be better to fight the source of the problem, or I can't help the other victims from other worlds. They will all be together with us when we get to the War Design World."

Eventually the darkness of deep space began to be replaced by an orange atmosphere, and then the two starcraft made vertical landings on a small runway surrounded by rocky terrain, with an abundance of scattered bushes. Ann saw that the sky was bright orange in colour.

"Beautiful to look at, but we won't really get the chance to enjoy it," thought Ann.