Yeah, that was a Star Wars reference. And about the feedback thing, I love writing, but it's always reassuring that people want to read what I write. Comforting. Anyway, have a new chapter.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lord Fragg’s outrageously expensive suit might have been suited for formal gatherings and the videotaping the press was constantly demanding, but it was not the best for running. Thus, his progress across the factory was taking longer than it might have had he been wearing everyday attire, which was making him irritated.
At least I can run faster than Humphrey, he thought, giving a glance back over his shoulder. With three spindly legs, the Vykker scientist was struggling to make it faster than a jog, but his efforts were failing.
The Glukkon rounded a corner, coming within sight of the hangar bay doors. He moved right up to the keypad and punched in 8776549855601 to allow himself entrance to the room beyond. The doors hissed open.
“Finally!” he growled. The airship was prepped and ready, as he’d ordered. The gate was open, and a Slig stood on the bow deck, waving toward him.
“C’mon, boss!” the Worker-Class Slig shouted out. “We’re all ready to leave! The Mudokons have been herded out the North Gate!”
Fragg didn’t take time to reply. He simply ran forward through the gate and into the airship’s control room, not wasting any of his time.
Another Slig stood at the airship controls, leaning up against the control panel and snoring. The Glukkon dealt him a fierce blow to the back of the neck with one mechanical arm, throwing the Slig to the floor.
“There’s no time to waste!” the Glukkon roared at him. “It’s time to leave!”
The Slig stood, moving over to the controls with frightened speed. “Where to, boss?”
Fragg scratched at his chin. The destination came to mind easily. “Take us to Mantin City. We need to talk to King Glok.”
“Right away, boss,” the Slig responded, and began firing the engines.
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Without any other option left to him, Abe leapt upward, grabbing onto the lip of the machine and yanking himself up. His arms weren’t as supple as they used to be, but he was able to pull himself atop the meat grinding tube before the BigBros walked around the corner.
Lying flat atop the cold metal, he hardly dared to breathe. The two powerful enforcers walked right beneath him, nearly bumping into each other.
“Where’d Abe go?” one Slig asked.
“Don’t ask me. Maybe he got past you.”
“He didn’t get past me! I’m—”
“—an idiot, and you know it,” the second Slig chuckled. “C’mon, let’s go to the balcony. Maybe we can find him from up there.”
Abe felt his blood run cold. The balcony? They can see me from up there!
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