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Hot sweat flashed down her back. She’d only one shot left. She grabbed her torch and shone it on to the sensor. The smudge was still there, faint but visible.

‘One minute left,’ whispered Beth.

Harry ripped out the packet of wine gums from her case, the contents exploding on to the floor. She snatched up an orange jelly. Its surface was soft and dry. She pushed her index finger into it, coaxing the smooth jelly round her fingertip with her thumb and middle finger.

The jelly had the same capacitance as the skin on a human finger. Hackers called it the Gummi bear attack, and there was a small chance it could fool the sensor.

Harry moved her fingers into the recess. Wheels crunched on gravel in the driveway outside, and Beth gasped. Harry froze, a pulse hammering in her throat.

A car door thunked.

Harry swallowed and lowered the wine gum towards the pad, her fingers trembling. Footsteps scraped against stone outside. She touched the jelly against the metal, keeping the pressure even.

One, two, three.

The light flashed green. Bolts clinked inside the vault. A split second later, the door to the house crashed open.