“This is not The Incredibles, even though it may look like it. I was just sizing you up in case I needed to fight you in my flatties.”
“Sizeist!”
“Sizing not sizeist.”
“Sizing sizeist!”
She huffed and also stomped out.
Sid struggled frantically for a second then sang, “Author?”
Biggs, With, Lee and Fawh were all waiting at the bus stop when Arianne, Trelainne and Alf turned up in their battle suits. The number 9 bus from the surreal company exited through a surreal travel vortex and hovered to the ground.
“I’ve never caught a number 9 before,” quipped With.
“So you have caught a surreal bus before then?” inquired Biggs.
“No.”
Biggs shook his head as he made his way to the bus.
“You’ll have to pay for two seats per person if you’re all wearing battlesuits,” said the driver.
“Fine,” agreed Biggs as the others all filed on. “Er Fawh…”
“Yes?” smiled Fawh.
“Why do you look as though you’re wearing a battlesuit?”
“I didn’t want to look out of place.”
Biggs looked at the bus driver, “He’s not wearing a battlesuit, he’s a shape changer.”
“Oh, good job you said, he’ll have to sit in the Farraday cage. Surreal travel doesn’t sit too well with shape changers. Does something to their metabolism.” He counted the new passengers, “So that’s six and a shape changer?”
“Yes please,” answered Biggs as he got his Tribelium Plated card out.
The driver rang it into his machine, “That’ll be six thousand five hundred credits please.”
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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.
