“Ya de ya de ya?”
“If I explain the whole lot again the readers are going to get bored.”
So the Author cut to the end of Sid’s debriefing. “…and we have left Fiona at the loading doors.
As Sid finished there was a giant explosion that caused the whole building to shudder and many windows to break.
Alarms started sounding. N got up from the floor, stood his intercom back on the table and called Blenkinsop, “What’s happening Blenkinsop?”
N could hear flashing electronics and falling ceiling tiles as Blenkinsop answered, “The drone has exploded outside the loading bay doors (cough, cough). I think we are being attacked by goblins!”
N let the intercom die and thought for a second. Then he retrieved his Webley Mk 4 side arm from his desk drawer. “Ladies and gentlemen, TCHQ is under attack, we need to defend ourselves and the base if we can.”
“Bloomin goblins,” chuntered Sid.
“Darn,” darned Arthur, “my suit is not ready yet. I will have to wear body armour instead.”
“I thought you darned your socks not your battlesuit,” interjected Sid.
N got a spare jacket out of his cupboard and handed it to Arthur, “Here you are old boy, do you have a weapon?”
“My Walther PPK.”
“Good choice,” N looked at the others,
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.
