CHAPTER EIGHT
A klaxon sounded and a voice could be heard saying, “Base self destruct in five minutes and counting.”
The characters started to leave by the first exit.
“Where’s Arthur?” Biggs asked Sid.
“How do I know,” he looked over to a door with a sign on it ‘Darkened room to keep and torture Britannic agents in’, “Do you think he’s over in that room with the sign on?”
Biggs went over to a door and opened it, brooms and mops fell on him.
“That’s a broom cupboard,” shouted Sid above the wailing klaxon and the countdown. “Try the door that says ‘Darkened room to keep and torture Britannic agents in’.”
“Silly me,” said Biggs as he opened the door to the aforementioned room. It was dark. Even with the light off it was dark.
“Hurry up Biggs,” moaned Arthur, “we only have four minutes and forty five seconds before the base blows up.”
Biggs entered and snapped Arthur’s bonds, “Nice to see you too!”
“Have you found Fiona yet?” asked Arthur.
“Fi who?”
“The surveillance drone we were sent to rescue.”
“I think the girls are on that one.”
“Oh,” puffed Arthur as he rubbed his ankles and wrists, “if we are not careful they will probably show us up again.”
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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.
