This Week: Posting from "The Girls From Alcyone II: Freelancer."
FUGITIVE: Snippet VI
This will be the last of the string of snippets following Dr. Farrington aboard the TGV. To continue would be to delve into spoiler territory. So, enjoy this final tease. After this it will be back to the girls.
The fat man glared at him; with impatience, or disappointment, Farrington wasn't sure.
"My dear doctor, if all we wanted was to have you killed, I could have arranged that when we spotted you at the Transit Authority on Hadar—or simply killed you myself the moment we took our seats. I see how you regard me. I promise you, though, despite my, er, generous frame, I am quite capable of handling myself in physical combat."
Dr. Farrington believed him. He had been around mercenaries enough, seen that look before; the look of men who had taken the lives of others. He nodded and rubbed at his still-reddening wrist.
"If you're not here to kill me, then why? Why here, why now?"
"Because, Doctor, you did leave Scorpii with something—something very important. Something that belongs to us."