“He is on the top floor, look over there with the blacked out windows.”
“Can’t you point to them?”
“I don’t have any hands, I am just a disembodied voice.”
“Well make something happen then so I can tell where it is.”
Just then, as if by happenchance, a fridge fell out of the sky and hit the roof just above the blackened windows.
“How did you get that to happen?”
“Don’t ask, just rescue.”
Sid flew from his vantage point to an overlooking roof top and crashed through the window. He had such a momentum that he also forced the bars that were over the inside of the window out of their moorings. This event covered both Arthur and D’ark in dust and plaster.
“It’s about time Sid,” moaned Arthur, “I wondered when you were going to rescue me.”
Sid snapped Arthur’s bonds, then flipped his helmet open,” I hear he was really going to torture you?”
“Yeas.” Arthur looked at D’ark, “Keep practicing with the puns unless you really want to drive people mad while you’re torturing them.”
A shocked looking D’ark stood there agog as Sid picked up Arthur and flew him out of the window.
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.
