Page 11 of Even Robots Die
I look in the direction Milton pointed out, and sure enough, there are forms moving.
I can’t really see how many there are, so the light dots on my visor are a good indication.
I’m kinda surprised that Brice didn’t remove any of my gadgets.
But I’m going home in a short while with my dad and I still need to wake up his men, so there’s a chance he didn’t want to remove anything that could be used for that.
He got rid of my gun, after all.
He doesn’t know it, but disarming me completely could take a very long time.
My whole body is covered in unassuming weapons.
“What happened?” one of the newcomers asks when they get close enough to see the fallen warriors.
“She happened,” Brice answers for the group.
“She did all of this on her own?” one other asks, as if I’m not right under their nose.
“She is right here,” I mumble to myself. I’m pretty sure they all can hear it, though.
When they finally get close enough, I can see that there are four people in addition to dad. Three men and one woman.
I should have known that they would take my dad’s holo. It’s a good thing I wasn’t planning another attack because I’m pretty sure I would have been screwed again.
But that’s not the plan anymore.
The plan is to get the man tied and gagged in the middle of the group out of this situation and then on our way home.
“Where is your jet?” Brice asks me without answering his men’s question.
“Near the castle square, but I need to pick up my bag before leaving,” I tell him.
“What hotel are you staying in?” Brice asks instead.
“Why?” I ask suspiciously.
“So Charles, here,” he answers, pointing at the man on the left of my dad, “can go retrieve your things.”
I don’t want anyone to touch my things, but having someone fetch everything would definitely save me some time, and the sooner I’m in that jet, the sooner I’m away from all this mess.
And that’s all I want now.
I give Charles directions to the hotel—because I didn’t even pay attention to its name when I got my room—and look at Brice.
“Is the gag really necessary?” I ask.
“I was tired of hearing him lie,” he says with a shrug.
It makes me wonder if he could hear mine now.
No.
Surely he would have called me out already. He brought my dad already, so there is no reason to think he caught anything.
He walks me to the square, still with my hands at my back. It would be easier if he would bind them and be done with it.
It would also really help with the fact that my stupid brain likes the feel of his hands on me and is completely forgetting I’m held against my will here.
