“Oh right. What the
Fuck are you talking about?”
“Don’t worry, Drew. It
will all come back to him as his brain recovers from the oxygen deprivation.”
said the Spaceman.
“Who the Fuck said
that?”
“The Spaceman that
fell out of the sky,” I replied helpfully.
Nick jumped as a
gloved hand appeared before him from behind,
“My name is Gorad, the
Spaceman that fell out of the sky, Nick. I am very pleased to meet you.”
Completely surprised
and flustered Nick took the gloved hand and shook it. His consternation was
greatly increased when the gloved hand withdrew and then re appeared holding
Nick’s gun by the barrel.
“Yours, I believe.”
Gorad then sat back in his seat as Nick took the gun and holstered it before
adding,
“Don’t worry Nick. We’ll
be back in the City very shortly, just a few more minutes at this speed.”
Nick was understandably
totally surprised and flustered, but I wasn’t too far behind him. As I drove
towards the city I thought back over the conversations and events that had
transpired after meeting the Spaceman. I was pretty damn sure that I had not
mentioned Nick’s name to the Spaceman, and yet he knew it. I saw Nick’s gun
when Gorad handed it back to him, the hammer was down and the safety was
engaged. I wondered if it was still loaded or whether the bullets were now resting
safely in a pocket of Gorad’s Spacesuit. But what really worried me was how the
hell he knew where the City was, and therefore how close we were to it.
Suddenly another thought exploded into my already overloaded and rapidly overheating
mind, causing me to slam on the brakes, bringing the buggy to yet another
sliding, dusty stop as I twisted in my seat to look back at the Spaceman, who
was still sitting placidly in the back with his hands resting calmly on his
knees while my right hand rested tensely on the butt of my pistol.
“What the Hell did you
fall out of, or should I say jump out of?”
Still sitting placidly
in the back seat the Spaceman answered,
“Look up Drew.”
I did as I was told, as
did Nick. I had never had much time for, or much interest in, movies or
television in my adult life and even less in Science Fiction (Yeah I know,
surprising when you consider that I would eventually wind up living in a
Science Fiction adventure). But a phrase from one of the few Science Fiction
movies I had seen sprung into my mind as I looked up,
“RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!”
Hovering quietly about
eight hundred meters above us was a spacecraft similar in size and silhouette
to one of our Star-ships.
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