This Week: Posting from my WiP
THE GIRLS FROM ALCYONE II: FREELANCER
In The Girls From Alcyone there is a character we have come to know as Harry Jones (aka Smith). Very little is known about Mr. Jones. In fact, should I tell you anything about him, I do fear Mr. Harry Jones would have me killed.
The taxi made its final turn into the Hospital parking lot, depositing Harry at the Visitor's entrance. His wife would be waiting for him, as she had been, as she always would. Harry bypassed the nursing station; there was little purpose in investigating her status. It would remain unchanged.
Harry checked his watch as he entered the elevator. In a little less than four hours a lone suborbital transport would lift off from a small atoll in the pacific. Its cargo, two wealthy business men; two men who would be left to wonder what had happened to Harry Jones, and why he'd been foolish enough to remain behind.
"Poor Harry," they would say as they savored unconscionably-priced brandies, marveled at their stock quotes. "He was a good man—useful in his day."
That transport would not reach its destination.