“As long as he doesn’t make himself pink and blue spotted the way he did in the third book,” warned Trelainne.
“I like being pink and blue spotted,” said Fawh, “it reminds me of Mr. Blobby.”
Biggs took a more serious note, “B flat.”
“What was that?” asked Arianne.
“A more serious note?”
“If you’re not up to being second in charge Biggs I’ll do it,” she pouted.
“Right,” he continued, “Fawh fly near the nose hole I saw and scout it out see if we can get in. The rest of us will wait here. If we get into trouble come and rescue us.”
“Righto,” said Fawh as he flew over the trees to the nose hole.
“You know,” said Trelainne quite quietly, “I think we should have sent Fawh to do this mission on his own all along. He can change into anything or anyone and easily rescue Arthur and Sid.”
“I know,” agreed Arianne, “I wonder if the Author thought of that? I bet he did but had to let us come on the mission because our fans wanted to see us.” She gave a big smile towards the direction of where a camera might be lurking once a film was being made of the book.
“So you are smiling at fans who might eventually be there once a film is made?” queried Trelainne.
“If I didn’t do it now then when it did get to film then they would have to put it in, maybe with CGI. I am just saving them money by doing it now. It means it is now part of the story.”
“If you say so,” replied Trelainne as she hovered off.
“Where are you going?” asked Biggs, “I told Fawh we would all stay here?”
“To powder my nose,” she hovered.
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.
