The radar operator looked at his screen. There was a small blip closing on the island from the North. He looked at his supervisor, “Excuse me?”
“Yes Smutz?” drawled the supervisor because he couldn't really be bothered to answer the radar operator.
“We have a fast blip coming from the North.”
“Is it the supply chopper?”
“It’s too fast for that and it’s the wrong angle.”
The supervisor sat up in his chair, “Let me look.” He looked over the shoulder of the radar operator. “I think I’ll need to ring the boss.”
The waitress tottered up to the table and placed the lobster thermadore on the table.
The older man looked at her, “Thank you my dear. How are your shoes?”
“A little too high Mr. Puffgarden.”
“I’m sorry Miss. Nomer but we have to follow the rules in the evil unwritten rule book. Court shoes and jumpsuits.”
“Do we have to stick to the manual Sir? After all it is unwritten.”
“Unwritten rules are unwritten rules and they should be obeyed in a traditional way.”
"I am a waitress, how am I expected to fight in court shoes?”
“So you want some flatties for fighting in do you? Get many fights in the kitchen?”
“The chef is a bit nifty with those chopping knives.”
“That’s just in case a Britannic spy tries to escape through the kitchen, makes for a good fight scene.”
“Are you expecting some Britannic spies?”
“This is a spy book, in the romance dimension what do you think?”
“Should I be wearing pink leather to go with the book cover?”
“Er, I don’t know.”
“So am I allowed to fight in flat shoes or not?”
“Huff,” puffed Puffgarden, “if you really must. Keep some in the kitchen locker and make sure you only change them if you have to fight.”
As he was saying “…to fight.” The phone rang. He answered his quite smart phone, “Yes?”
The operator told him there was a blip on the screen.
“Call out the guards, tell them to keep their eyes peeled. Let me know straight away if they make contact.”
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.
