Biggs looked at his Surreal Line bus timetable, “Yes, in about 20 minutes from the ….”
“We’d better get going then. I’ll let Trelainne and Alf know, they are here anyway, bye.”
“Bye,” said Biggs as he cancelled the link and started to ring the rest.
In a giant cave Sid hung there like Mr. Incredible in the Incredibles. He was still in his battlesuit and was being suspended in an electronic force field.
Puffgarden walked in followed by Miss. Nomer who was in her flatties in case she had to fight.
“Come to gloat have we Puffgarden?” jibed Sid.
“I just wanted to make your acquaintance before I killed you in a horrible way.”
“That’s nice of you. Hello then. Now you can kill me.”
“I did want to ask you some questions first.”
“Torture then?”
“Not really.”
“What happens if I don’t want to answer?”
“Don’t you?”
“Is that one of the questions?”
“Not really.”
“You are a bit of a wishy washy head of a secret evil organisation that plans to rule the world. D’ark was much better at it than you.”
“Don’t mention that name around here.”
“D’ark?”
“Yes.”
“What, you mean Lord D’ark?”
“Yes.”
“Lord D’ark the Dark lord of Darkness?”
“Yes, yes.”
“You mean D’ark, D’arkety D’ark, D’ark, D’arkling D’arklishness of D’arkington?”
“That’s it I cannot stand it any more,” Puffgarden covered his ears and walked out.
Miss Nomer looked at Sid who looked back at her.
“If this is like the Incredibles then aren’t you supposed to let me out now?” Sid asked of her.
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.
