As I drove back to the
City I made a mental note to ask Gorad to teach me how to do that trick when
next we met. It was way cool! I was trying to decide whether to call the trick
a ‘Hot Zone Retrieval’ or a ‘Hot Zone Recovery’, or just simply an ‘HZR’ when
Nick interrupted my thoughts,
“So tell me true Drew.
Do you really believe that with all the technology at Gonad’s disposal he
seriously had to whistle to call his ship in to pick him up?”
“No, he is very much
the flashy, theatrical showman type is our Gorad.”
“You mean show-off,
surely!”
I then told Nick my thoughts
that he had interrupted,
“Yeah, good luck finding
someone to practise on, because it sure as Hell won’t be me!”
“Dick?”
“Whatever! But my
question to you now is this, Drew. Do you trust Gonad and his goons?”
“You do realise that
his name is Gorad not Gonad, but yes I do trust him as it happens for a number
of reasons. The first one being that there is nothing that we have that he
would either need or want that I can think of. We live in a deserted city that
his Race built and then abandoned, we only produce enough food and water to
sustain ourselves and we have ‘Sweet F.A.’ of anything else! He didn’t have to
go to the extremes that he did to introduce himself without alarming us. He
could have just hauled up in his Star-ship and blown us to smithereens if he
meant us harm, but he didn’t. Desert Eagle semi-auto handguns are very big and
scary looking and they make a hell of a big bang when you fire them but I don’t
think we would last longer than half a second in a shoot-out against the
high-tech weapons Gorad and his goons would have at their disposal to point and
shoot at us.”
“I agree with Drew,
for all the reasons he just gave, but especially because we really don’t have any
choice. There is Fuck -All we can do about it whether we trust him or not!”
Grizzly interjected.
At this point in the
conversation we were sitting in the ‘Hangout’ Cafe having coffee and drinks,
surrounded by the rest of the crew after we had returned to the city.
“Yeah, and I still
maintain that he wouldn’t have bothered with the ‘Circus-Show’ antics if he
meant us any harm. He could have just blasted in and unloaded a shit-load of
laser bolts at us, or just cut the power to the city with his watch until we
packed up and pissed off. I am sure he means us no harm or he would have
already harmed us a lot!”
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