Donovan Meanwhile: Kings of Sparta by Bierley B.L

Author:Bierley, B.L. [Bierley, B.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: BL Bierley
Published: 2017-10-01T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Bellamy has words with me when Olivia and I get back to HQ.

Olivia also has words with me.

Apparently, according to them, I did a number of things wrong. They don’t seem to recognize the fact that I succeeded at the mission, which was to secure a relationship with Nadia Chevko and get her to ask to see me again.

Check and check.

Ok, yes, the relationship was strictly platonic, and slightly psychotic.

And, yes, the second “date” was going to involve me flying a small jet-powered aircraft I’ve never seen before at high speeds a few meters above the icy waters of the Potomac River.

Apparently it’s all the rage in the Meanwhile.

Fortunately, I suppose, the fact that I could be facing my imminent fiery demise gave everyone a reason to cut short the diatribes about my skills as a secret agent, and instead turn their focus to my skills—or lack-thereof—as a jet pilot.

“He has to cancel the competition,” Bellamy says across the conference table where we’re all sitting—she and I, Tez, Hanson, and someone named Cartwright whom I’d never met before.

“No, he can learn,” Hanson says firmly in reply.

“I’m flattered that you have my back, but honestly I’m with Bellamy on this one a hundred and ten percent. I can’t fly.”

Bellamy shakes her head. “He can claim he’s sick or something, maybe schedule another laser tag adventure instead if she really wants to beat him at something. We can’t afford to lose him.”

That was the nicest thing she’d said about me since we met.

“Not yet, anyway,” she adds. “Not until we find out where the real Donovan went.”

Ouch.

The “real” Donovan?

I’m the real Donovan, the guy I’m filling in for was at best some douchebag wearing my face.

I can say that, it’s ok. I’m basically talking about myself.

“We’re not going to lose him. Rocket Racers are incredibly safe,” Hanson argues. “I mean, mostly safe. Only three people have died.”

“This year!” Bellamy shouts back.

Tez makes a slight, almost inaudible cough and everyone stops and gives her their full attention. “If I may interject, I think I might have a solution that solves both of these problems. None of us wants Donovan to die, not when we’ve made it this far into the mission already.”

Gee, thanks.

“But maybe there’s a way he can still take part in the race, but he doesn’t have to fly.” She gestures to the other person, Cartwright. He’s a husky man, around forty years old, with a bushy beard and a trendy handlebar mustache. (I guess hipsters still exist in the Meanwhile?)

Bellamy puts an elbow on the table. “What’s Cartwright got to do with this? He’s in fabrication.”

“I’m also a helluva good pilot,” Cartwright quips with a bit of snark.

“He nearly won the Mid-America ProAm Championship last year—for the fifth time in a row.”

Eyebrows around the room go up. Cartwright folded his arms across his chest and leaned back smugly. He hooks a thumb at me. “Would’ve won, too, if it weren’t for this guy. Well, not this guy. No offense.”

“None taken.

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