The room is dark, only lit by the light of a monitor. Destractor liked the darkness, something in his Opifex genes told him it was safer where eyes could not seen him. The glint of white metal can just be made out in the corner where the shadow of a slayerdroid could have been seen if there had been light to cast a shadow.
A small figure dressed in a white medical overall can be made out on the screen.
“.. so this plastic surgeon is just going to stand in our HQ and wait for business?”
“Yes Dr Keppler, he is highly qualified”
“But surely he has better things to do than stand around?”
“No no, he is quite happy there”
“He’s a doctor right? He has heal our wounds can’t he?”
“How many times do I have to tell you, he’s a plastic surgeon he doesn’t do that type of work”
A comms relay crackles into life.
“Sir we have a bit of a problem”
The military tones of the voice could only come from Field Marshal Deyo primarily in charge of alien defence of the city and town co-ordinator.
“Sorry I’ll have to get back to you later, the guy just freaks me out” Destractor flicks off the screen and turns his attention to the relay.
“Yes, I agree. Aliens on the planet, Unicorns leading clans, neutrals and omni alike to their dooms. I think we have a problem.”
“No, a problem with our building work”
Destractor sighs.
“What is it now? We have enough land to build one of these new markets. I am pretty sure Bazzits blueprints are the same as our other buildings. How hard can it be?”
“Well the market is built. Shops and all, but ....”
Moving to the windows Destractor and pulls back the shutters.
That can’t be right. A large shadow falls across the city controller. At first sight it could be mistaken for an impending alien assault but the shapes are all wrong.
Destractor looks up. A large building is hanging in midair. No support wires. No poles or support structures, just hanging.
“OK what did you do?”
“I build the market as the blueprints instructed but as soon as it was built it floated up. I appears to have reached its optimum height now”
“Even Bazzit couldn’t manage this. Did you buy all the components from his shop in Metmedere?”
“Yes sir. Mostly. Well I got a discount on some of the bioplates from a friend of Yarkos. A well spoken meta-physicist I met on Jobe platform. They were all quality parts. Left overs from previous projects I was told.”
Destractor bangs his head against the window.
“OK I think we have done enough for today. It doesn’t look like it is going to float off and cause any trouble”
A yalm soars past the window and narrowly misses the front steps to the market.
“I’d better give RUR a call. They are used to the unusual.”
The monitor flickers back into life as Destractor opens his contacts and start writing a letter”
The metal from the corner of the room stirs. The monotone voice of Marvin drones out.
“They’ll only make it worse. They always make things worse”
