“What’s the matter with you? You look like the cat who’s eaten the proverbial cream.”
“I am being sent on a top secret mission for the Britannic Government.”
“So what is it then?”
“I cannot tell you, it is top secret.”
“I’ll ask the Author.”
“Go on the.”
“What is it Author?”
“Have you not read the title? ‘Romancing the Drone,’” said I.
“Yes I have and I’ve seen your silly jokes advertising it on Twitter.”
“You follow me?”
“No, I can’t be bothered I just search for you to see what drivel you Twitter about.”
“So which joke did you like best?”
“Well they were all rubbish really but the one with the most redeeming features was ‘Ancient Italians serenade in the aerodrome = Romans Sing the Drome.’”
The Author laughed out loud.
“I can’t believe he is laughing at his own jokes,” noted Sid. “So the book is something to do with a drone and love?”
“Sort of.”
“What’s the use of being on a top secret mission if all he has to do is ask the Author?” barked Arthur.
“Are you barking again Arthur?” queried Sid, “you’ve been eating dog food again haven’t you.”
Arthur grumped up a bit and breathed on his hand to smell his breath. “I was going to ask you to fly me to the drop off point in your battlesuit but I’m having second thoughts now.”
“Well surely I would need to know what the mission is about if I am going to help you?”
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Romancing the Drone
Science-FictionArthur is now working for British Intelligence in the romance dimension. A foreign power has captured a cutting edge surveillance drone and he must recover it. Of course things would be easier if it didn't have a mind of its own.
