The Duckling
882 Words
*Sebastian*
The morning sun bathes the chateau grounds in a soft, golden light, casting long shadows as Holly and I walk side by side. The air is crisp and carries a hint of the ocean breeze, making it a perfect morning to strategize our next move.
I glance at Holly, her expression thoughtful as she takes in the surroundings, and I feel a sense of camaraderie, of knowing each other well. “I’ve reached out to a couple of contacts,” I begin, breaking the comfortable silence. “They are a bit shady, but they won’t turn us in.”
“Yeah the last thing we need is someone willing to backstab us.” She says.
I grin, “well they would backstab us in a second if someone payed them, but they are not gonna call headquarters.”
“Probably the one thing we need even less,” She sighs. I know She is not feeling good about this, about us going behind the agency.
“It seems there is a guy who might have something we can use, but he is in Venice. We need to figure out how to get there quietly.” I say.
Holly nods, her eyes kinda avoiding me. “Venice, huh? That’s quite the leap.”
I smile, knowing full well the challenges that lie ahead. “Yeah, it is. But it’s the only lead we have right now, and it’s too important to ignore.”
She pauses, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Sebastian, I need you to promise you won’t be angry.”
I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued and worry flashes through me. “What have you done, Holly?”
She bites her lip, trying to suppress a laugh. “I might have contacted Tommy… and he’s bringing the Duckling.”
I stop in my tracks, a mixture of disbelief and amusement flooding through me. “The Duckling? Are you serious? You have Tommy bringing the duckling.”
Holly nods, her laughter bubbling over. “Yes, I am. I figured we’d need something versitile and quick, and Tommy owes me a favor.”
I shake my head. “You’re something else, Holly. But I guess it’s perfect. The Duckling will get us around, fast. And we can trust Tommy?”
She beams, clearly pleased with herself. “I thought you’d see it that way. And yes, we can trust Tommy, he is a good boy.”
I nod, appreciating her foresight. “Alright, let’s make sure everything is ready. We’ll need to leave soon after Tommy arrives.”
The duckling is a new all purpose vehicle that is still in development, it can basically move on ground, in water and through air.
Shortly after a strange sound fills the air. It's low, almost like a helicopter, but with a unique hum that seems to vibrate through the ground beneath us. I exchange a quick, knowing glance with Holly, and we both turn to see the source of the noise.
Ryan comes rushing out, his expression a mix of confusion and alarm. "What the hell is that?" he demands, eyes scanning the sky.
I can't help but smile as I watch the Duckling descend gracefully, its sleek, versatile design gleaming in the morning light. "That's our ride," I inform him, unable to hide the satisfaction in my voice.
Ryan's eyes widen as the Duckling lands smoothly on the grass, the sound dissipating into the stillness of the morning. "You've got to be kidding me," he mutters, clearly impressed.
As the small ramp lowers, Tommy emerges with a wide grin, his enthusiasm infectious. "Hey, everyone!" he shouts, waving as if he’s just arrived at a party.
Ryan turns to me, a brow raised. "Do we need to make him disappear?" he asks, half-joking, half-serious.
I chuckle, shaking my head. "No, Ryan, you can't kill Tommy. He's our ticket out of here… Also he can be trusted."
Tommy bounds over to us, still beaming. "I hear we are going on an adventure?" he asks, his excitement palpable.
Holly smiles at him. "Thanks, Tommy. We owe you one."
“Are you sure we can’t kill him,” Ryan mumbles, making me elbow him.
“Hi Sebastian and hi…” Tommy looks at Ryan. “You look familiar.”
Ryan looks at Him like one would at a slightly annoying puppy and I quickly say, “Tommy this is Ryan Fox, he is…”
“Ryan Fox… Are you f*****g me?” Tommy gasps.
“No, I am not,” I say, slightly confused.
Tommy looks at Ryan, “Wow you are the legendary Ryan Fox, CIA special branch, former special OPS…” he is sounding like a damn fangirl, rattling of more stuff.
Ryan leans closer to me, whispering, “Can we keep him, I like him.”
“He is not a puppy,” I mumble.
“But he appreciates my skills,” Ryan grins.
Tommy stops talking for a moment, and both Ryan and I look at him. Then he says, “But you went crazy and rogue, they are looking for you.”
“Sorry, I am back to voting that we kill him,” Ryan huff.
Holly stares at Ryan, “Wait, you went rogue? Before this I mean.”
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