He retracted quickly and immediately
regretted it. Looking around he scanned the woods, surrounding us, checking
they didn't hide any unwelcome visitors. He couldn't see any wolves but that
didn't necessarily mean there weren't any...
Swallowing, he turned back to her and
looked into her eyes sheepishly. She was frowning in confusion.
"Daniel?" she mumbled, staring
back into his eyes, trying to puzzle out what he'd done and what it meant.
"I-I'm sorry," Daniel stammered,
meeting her gaze and smiling slightly, apologetically. "Erm, maybe I
should go-?"
He was interrupted by a loud piercing
noise, repetitive gasps of wind as it was sliced through the air by something.
He squinted upwards to see what it was and saw a huge blue painted helicopter,
hovering in the air directly above us.
Beside him, Shimone was growling and
snarling and pawing at the ground as the giant steel beast threatened her from
above. Daniel's mouth hung open as he watched it land several metres in front
of us, a monster from another world. His old world.
The metal door slid open and a smartly
dressed man with brown, neatly combed hair, stepped out. He wore a royal blue
suit, ironed exquisitely and clearly expensively tailored. A slight moustache
grew from his top lip but was shaved tightly and there was no question of a
stubble around his chin. He cleared his throat as he looked around and started
when he spotted us.
"Fergus!" he called to another
man somewhere in the helicopter.
The fore mentioned Fergus appeared around
the side and came to stand next to the man in the blue suit.
"Yes, Mr Lioms," he bowed, not
having noticed us.
He was visibly of lower dominance to the
man in the blue, he shrank back as the higher class man spoke to him,
"Fergus, don't you see them?"
Fergus turned to see us and gasped in
shock, his body becoming rigid and his eyes wide.
Mr Lioms smiled maliciously, "Well,
if it isn't the famous Miss Catherine Shimone."
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