“So are you still going to do me for breaking the Official Secrets Act?”
“We’ll let you off with that one. You might even get a knighthood if you pull this one off.”
“I am a king, why would I want to be knighted?”
“Mmm, anyway, if you need to refuel or anything or need extra equipment then you can go to Hong Kong which is our nearest base. X’s men there can equip you over and out.”
“Over…,” said Arthur as N cancelled the link, “and out!” Looking at Sid he said, “Great, now we have to rescue Fiona and Vladimir from SPERSH.”
“Bless you.”
“I didn’t sneeze, I meant the secret evil organisation run by Puffgarden.”
“Shall I do the pun now?”
“Which pun?”
“Shall we di-SPERSH?”
“Oh, I think you have used that too soon. Maybe it would have been better if there was a bigger group and we needed to all hide at the same time.”
“Whatever,” moaned Sid, “you’re only saying that because you never thought of it.”
“I can think of a better pun than that.”
“Go on then.”
“Being in the romance dimension makes me feel really SPERSH-ial.”
“Groan,” groaned Sid, “the base is not near Puffgarden’s Persian homeland.”
“Eh?”
“S-PERSH-ian homeland?”
“Oh, did not get that straight away. Well we must be off. Er…”
“Go on lad SPERSH-ify what you are going to do.”
“Er.”
“It’s not im-SPERSH-ible, you can do it.”
“Let me think of one Sid, you’re acting like the Author when he gets it on himself.” He thought for a moment. “All I needed to do was SPERSH-evere!”
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.
