“I do not know Fawh,” worried Arthur, “if the battery is that low, then how do we know how many times we can transport safely are left in the I.W.T.?”
“Can’t we take a chance? We only have to do it twice?”
“Do not forget you have already used it twice. That leaves eight times. If we used it twice again that leaves six. What if it has been used a couple of times on the yellow already? We could be stranded in cowboy/detective land or worse still, stranded between dimensions on the way back!”
“I see your point.” They both thought for a moment, “I know, we’ll recharge it!” said Fawh. Again they looked on the Internet.
“The only place that has second-hand chargers is this black market website,” said Arthur.
“That doesn’t sound hopeful,” moaned Fawh.
Just then With and Trelainne turned up asking for permission to dock.
“What happened to you two?” questioned Arthur.
“We failed our interview,” explained With, “I had a stupid name and Trelainne, well… She got in a tryst with the coffee machine and the personnel computer didn’t like it.”
“I do not like it,” grumped Arthur.
After a short discussion they decided to make their way to the planet Roughan. They decided to go fully equipped, blasters, phasers and ablative armour. “I could pretend to be one of the natives,” suggested Fawh.
“That could be useful,” said Arthur.
YOU ARE READING
The Sitting Duck
Science FictionArthur, Biggs, Sid, Alf, Lee, With, Fawh, Arianne and Trelainne are at it again, but this time in the science fiction universe. They have followed D'ark there and have found that he has created a dark chocolate empire of evil. It is up to the heroes...
