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The Jack sat rigidly in his seat, fully suited up but unable to do much for the moment. He tried to weigh times in his head, wondering weather the Champions could beat Ned to Andamooka. The pace was, by his reckoning, 14 hours drive from Melbourne. It was reasonable to expect the villain to get his hands on a car or truck, but probably not something faster. The uncertainty was how long it had taken him to evade pursuit and find himself some transport.

The Champions, on the other hand, could move much more quickly. A flight from Japan to central Australia took about nine hours, but could their private jet go faster? Then there was the question of how long it had been before they had been notified. Ned had slipped his bounds and disappeared before anyone had called the Champions. How much of a head start did he get while the local authorities tried to nab him themselves?

It would be a near thing, he thought. Maybe they could get there first, but it wouldn't be by much.

[color=fff79a]"I think you're right"[/color] Jackson asserted. [color=fff79a]"We came here to deal with Tinhead Ned. That's what we were asked to do, so that should be our first priority. It doesn't look good for the Champions if we leave that to go and chase after something else. We need to show the world that we can be relied upon and trusted, not rushing off after every shiny thing that crosses our vision."[/color]