Retro Android Glamour
She closed the door to her cabin. The ship lazily rocked back and forth.
Her outfit for the evening lay out on the chair. For now she decided to lounge about in her underwear.
She made a Bloody Mary and turned on the old tube radio. A new band calling itself “Pink Floyd” softly entered the atmosphere.
She finished the drink and opened a silver cigarette case. She put one in her mouth and two hits of blotter underneath her tongue.
She’d need the effect of the blotter for her mission. She hoped Lucifer Sam would be playing then too.
She began to carefully apply her make up. No one must know, no one must suspect.
She was a highly trained operative in her majesties Secret Intelligence Service, or MI6 for short. She had a very special mission. Assassinate Lao She, a Shanghai crime lord and steal a talisman sacred to a book called the Necronomicon. Her name was Dr. Tittyana Jones.
She had never heard about the book and couldn’t care less about the talisman. But orders were orders. She finished getting dressed. The first tinglings of the blotter began to creep on the edges of her consciousness.
She walked out of her room and toward the ships ballroom. Along the way she passed her silent partner, “short round”. He was a boy she had saved from starvation in Hong Kong. She entered the ballroom, spotted Lao and sat down.
Lao’s face swam, the blotter was in full effect. “Hello Dr. Jones, did you bring the idol Nurhachi?” Not only did she have the small statue, but she had inserted a small explosive charge inside of it. She placed the statue on the table. Lao picked it up and marveled at its beauty. “The talisman Lao, give it to me.” He placed a black box on the table. She opened it up.
The talisman lay inside, shining silver. It seemed to glow. She reached down to pick it up, fingers grasping the metal. An electric shock. Visions. Red sky cracking in half. A tentacle rising from the depth. An inhuman voice chanting….Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn. The whisperer in darkness had returned. She didn’t know if it was real or the effect of the blotter. A sweat had broken out on her for-head and she began to feel sick.
She looked up. Lao and his man were laughing at her. He was holding up a vial of blue liquid. “Whats that?” She asked. “Poison for the antidote you just drank Dr. Jones! Return the talisman and i’ll give it to you.” Instead of giving up the talisman she stuck a knife in the nearest of his guards. The commotion knocked the antidote out of his hands and she raced to retrieve it. Gunfire erupted and the club became pandemonium. At last she jumped out the window and fell down three floors onto a canopy and bounced into her car drove by short round. They quickly sped off towards the airport, talisman in hand.
After high speed chases and a shoot out they arrived. Boarding the plane she turned around to see Lao exit his car. The blotter had twisted her face half mad. She smiled at him and shut the door. The plane took off, next stop, Calcutta.
She had came off the blotter during the ride, sleep overtook her and short round both. Unknown to her the pilots were in the employ of Lao She. They had been waiting for this opportunity and took the only two parachutes along with emptying the fuel tanks. They jumped from the plane and left them to their fate.
She woke up in a start. Something was wrong. The pilot cabin was open and no one was inside. She immediately knew what had happened, it looks like Lao She was going to have the last word after all…or would he?
To be continued…
