“Right then laddie,” asked Sid, “where are we goin’ now?”
“We need to at least make an attempt to find the drone otherwise the Author has mis-named the book.”
“Maybe he has,” flew Sid.
“Really? Then if he has what should the book be called based on what we have done in the first 3½ chapters?”
“Roaming in a Battlesuit: The Story of a Dwarf Rescuing the King of the Britons.”
“Oh very good Sid, I notice that you have the biggest part in that title.”
Sid landed on top of the gate guards before they could let off any shots.
“It could be called ‘Arthur King of the Britons goes to TCHQ Then buys Some Flowers for his Wife’.”
“That’s got too much of you in it, and it’s a bit pathetic. I thought you would be able think of something funny.”
“Erm,” thought Arthur, “From Powers to Flowers, Haute Couture to Torture.”
“Me in my re-vamped battlesuit?”
“It was not that stylish.”
“Well, I think we have done the witty alternative titles bit so shall we find the drone?”
“I could ask one of these guards I landed on?”
“Top hole, carry on.”
“Have you got your phone with the translation program on it?”
“No, that is still in the room.”
“I suppose it is a little too much to ask then that one of the guards might possibly speak English?”
“Urgh,” possibly said one of the guards, “where am I?”
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.
