This Week: Posting from "The Girls From Alcyone II: Freelancer."
FUGITIVE: Snippet IV
Still continuing last week's snippet (and still aboard the TGV with Dr. Farrington...
Dr. Farrington felt the slight shift in the cabin, barely perceptible. He checked his wrist watch again; they would be decelerating now, coming into New Shēnzhèn. He reached for his bag. From here, it would be a simple matter to lose himself in the crowds, find a quiet place to hole-up, rest, and yes, work. No one would look for him here. No one would notice. Here, he could finish his work, unobserved, untethered, without the nonsense of wars or rebellion; and when he was ready, when he was done, he would name his price, he would—
"Excuse me, Dr. Farrington?"
Dr. Farrington gave a start, felt the meaty hand that gripped his wrist. For the first time he took notice of his cabin companion; the man slumbered soundly no more.