The Author waited to see if he was going to ask him, which would have been a sensible thing, but he didn’t.
Arthur took out his Varangian phrasebook and looked through it, “Now let me see, can you tell me the way to…” he read out loud, “I wonder how you say CGB compound? I may have to spell the letters out then compound.” He thought for a bit, “Hang on CGB might not even be the same letters in Varangian. Oh blob!” Throwing the book down he got a little down. Then he got a phone call from Biggs, his second in command, “Hello, Biggs?”
“Hello Arthur, just seeing how you and Sid are doing on the mission. I was wondering if you needed rescuing yet?”
“Er, no, we are fine at the moment aren’t we Sid.” Arthur muffled the phone slightly and mimicked Sid, “Och aye laddie.”
“Oh good, then you should be home soon then.”
“Oh yes, we are nearly at the compound now. Well, must be off you know, the drone cannot rescue itself. Bye.” He cancelled the call before Biggs could say anything more.
What could he do? “I know,” he thought, “I could download an app onto my phone about how to speak Russian/Varangian. Looking through the apps he downloaded what he thought was a good translation program. Once he downloaded it started the application and spoke into the microphone, “Where is the CGB compound?”
The phone translated it then spoke back to him, ““Где ГОО компаунд?”
“Good,” he smiled, “that should get me there.” Picking up his phonebook he stuffed it back into his bag then looked towards the lights of the town.
YOU ARE READING
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.
