This Week: Posting from "The Girls From Alcyone II: Freelancer."
FUGITIVE: Snippet V
Still continuing last week's snippet, and still aboard the speeding TGV with Dr. Farrington, who now finds himself in the grips of his large, no-longer-slumbering, cabin companion.
"Let me go—release me!"
The fat man considered the request, then nodded. "As you wish." He relaxed his grip, causing the Doctor to tumble back against his seat; Farrington's eyes shot quickly from the fat man to the cabin door, wondering if he could make his escape, knowing, already, that any attempt to flee would prove futile.
"You are free to go," the fat man said—in an infuriatingly dismissive manner, Farrington thought. "But that will serve neither of us; and we didn't come all this way to hold you hostage."
We? That disturbed Farrington; perhaps more than the fact that he had been found, so soon and so easily.
Farrington swallowed; his throat was dry, and he pulled unconsciously at his collar of his coat. There could be only one possible outcome in this scenario.