“What do you mean creative?”
“Torture him in a way that is painful but humorous.”
“You mean like in the sketch shows where they tickle the feet of the prisoners with feathers or scrape their fingernails down a blackboard.”
“Yes, that kind of thing.”
“So more like mental torture then?”
“Yes.”
“Well maybe you can try some more of your new witty puns on him. With a man of such intelligence and wit that would truly be mental torture.”
“You know Spratz, I think you may be right. Remind me to give you a pay rise if ever I start to pay you.”
They both left the office and walked to the interrogation room.
CHAPTER FOUR
In a small dank, damp, dark room sat Arthur tied to a chair with the classic cliché of a lamp shining onto one side of his face.
“Can you move the lamp now please,” he asked the guard, “I need the other side of my face doing or I’ll look like a half ripe tomato.”
The guard came in and moved the lamp to the other side of Arthur’s face.
D’ark entered followed by Spratz, “Why are you moving the lamp?” inquired D’ark, “I wanted him to look like a half ripe tomato.”
“So it is you I have to thank for the half sun tan is it?” asked Arthur.
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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.
