Romancing the Drone part 3

N turned to a view screen on the wall and dimmed the lights. He played a film and started to explain the mission. “This is the F10N-A Surveillance drone. The most highly advanced drone yet developed by the Britannic Government. We have given it a form of Artificial Intelligence so that when it is not under our direct control it can think for itself.”

“So a bit like my wife then,” quipped Arthur.

“The drone was flying over Varangia and was brought down with a stray shot.”

“Where is Varangia again? I am not too familiar with countries and continents on the earth of this dimension.”

“It roughly equates with Soviet Russia on the real earth.”

“Oh that’s it, the Rus went into Russia, they were kind of Vikings. In this dimension it was the Varangian guard who did it, still Vikings but from Constantinople.”

“Very good Arthur, you do know a bit about this dimension.” N looked back at the screen, “Anyway, you need to make your way to Varangia, to the capital city, St Cyrilsburg, gain access to the CGB compound and retrieve/rescue Fiona.”

“Fiona?”

“That’s what the drone likes to be called.”

Romancing the Drone part 2

The lift stopped and they walked to N’s office. Miss Funnypenny walked into her outer office, Arthur walked into N’s.

N was sitting at his desk poring over some documents.

“Disgusting,” said Arthur, “pawing over documents.”

“POR,” I spelled as N looked up.

“What did you say Ha Ha 7?”

“It’s rusting?”

“What?”

“The metal coat rack in Miss Funnypenny’s office?”

“Is it? Well we can’t afford a new one, cuts you know. Maybe if you didn’t blow your special equipment up all the time we might be able to afford a new one.”

“Going off about my accidents again? If you gave me quality stuff then maybe it would not explode as much.”

“Aston Martin Elise – write off, private jet – blown up, holiday villa – destroyed, need I go on?”

“Go on what?”

“With the list of your destruction.”

“No N, n n n n n n n n n no,” rapped Arthur in the style of Paul Hardcastle.

“Anyway, I haven’t called you here to remember your wrongs but to give you a mission. All of our best agents are on tasks of national emergency, so it has fallen to you to do the current mission.”

“A mission collecting currants?”

“Not currant mission, current meaning the one that needs doing now.”

“Oh.”

Romancing The Drone: CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE

The TCHQ Special Equipment development department was also known as X’s section. Arthur was there getting his battlesuit retro-fitted and X had botched the electrics slightly meaning he couldn’t move his limbs. “X,” he bawled, “if you cannot fix the electrics soon then let me out of the suit, I need refreshment.”

“Calm down Arthur,” admonished X as he re-attached a wire.

Arthur found he could move in his suit again, “Whew, it is so infuriating being unable to move, I feel like a pea in a pod.”

“No popping out of your pod please,” said X, “not until after I have finished. Miss Funnypenny is of a nervous disposition.”

Miss Funnypenny was standing near the sliding doors, biting her lip and holding a clipboard.

Arthur looked over to her and hissed, “Funnypenny, sounds like something you get at a counterfeiter’s reunion, always turns up when least expected.”

“You need to come with me agent Arthur,” ordered Miss Funnypenny.”

“Why?” asked Arthur.

“N wants to see you.”

“Shall I get out of my battlesuit first?”

“Pop out of it if you want.”

Arthur took his armour off piece by piece with X’s help. He then walked with Miss Funnypenny to the lift. “What does he want me for this time? I have not done anything wrong in the last 24 hours.”

“He has a mission for you.”

“At last, I haven’t been on a mission since I got my licence to make people laugh!”

“Very funny double ha 7.”

RTD

Wrote over 1,000 words of Romancing the Drone. Also 250 words of VAE. When I got home I drew a cover for RTD. Decided to publish the prologue on Wattpad at about 1.15. Hopefully I'll finish writing the rest of the first chapter tomorrow.

War in the Precincts Part 16

“We need some kind of analogy,” said I.

“Riiiight,” said the MP.

“Time is a line.”

“A telephone line?”

“No.”

“A washing line?”

“No, a time line.”

“Oookay.”

“So time starts at the beginning and travels forward to the end.”

“Riiiight.”

“You are sounding very sarcastic today MP.”

“Aaand?”

“Anyway, when time travelling backwards or forwards from a fixed location it is like taking a thread from a piece of cloth and pulling it then making it touch either lower down the cloth or higher up.”

“That sounds quite understandable,” commented the MP who sounded less dippy.

“The precincts are outside of time and therefore able to touch the cloth anywhere.”

“But doesn’t that mean…”

“It is a working analogy, don’t delve into its accuracy too deeply or you might find big holes in it.”

You mean like the time moths have taken big chunks out of it?”

“No I don’t.”

“Can we go back in time or what?”

“I’ll let you.”

“Where shall I send A1 so he gets re-routed back here just before Grunkel is released?”

“If you send him to the end of the world minus six minutes that should re-route him to just before Grunkel escapes.”

War in the Precincts Part 15

“Never mind,” replied Millie, “I’ll use my IWT to get to my next job,” she twiddled the dials on her IWT and vanished into another time or dimension.

“That’s what we need,” thought the MP, “an Interdimensional Wrist Transporter.” He called A1 again.

“Yes MP?” inquired A1.

“Where is that IWT we confiscated from that rogue time cop?”

A1 glided over to a panel on the wall and pressed it. A compartment opened. The droid retrieved an IWT.

“Now A1,” explained the MP, “I want you to use the IWT to travel back into time to stop Grunkel getting out of precinct 13.”

“But MP, there is no time here, so how can I go back into time?”

“I see what you mean.” The MP thought a bit, “IWT’s must work here because people are re-routed here when they try to get to a time location that is too heavily traversed.”

“And?”

“So use the IWT to go to a heavily traversed time location, then I will re-route you back here.”

“But MP, I may be re-routed here at the wrong time.”

“Time doesn’t exist here.”

“I do not understand.”

“Neither do I, the Author hasn’t thought this out properly.”

New short story

While at Leeds University I wrote a 600 word short story to publicise the free giveaway of The Crying Pennant on the 29th of February. Sid and Arthur are back in the fantasy dimension for a short while. I will type it up next week sometime.

Wrote 1,185 words of Kendra yesterday, if I write another 500 words today and tomorrow I will be on target for finishing a chapter like length this week.

I wrote about 125 words of Romancing the Drone yesterday, need to write a little more.