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notasuggestionHelga Sinclair
Atlantis: The Lost Empire
510 words
While Milo explores Atlantis with his royal guide, Rourke and his lieutenant discuss their own plans.
“I want him.”
“Really? I didn’t think the kid was your type.”
“Kid, huh? What does that say about me?”
“World of difference, Lieutenant,” Commander Lyle Rourke said as he joined the woman at the large window.
The room behind them stood as a testament to the grandeur of Atlantis. The high ceiling was supported by large columns, expertly carved and inlaid with silver. A fraction of the pillar alone would fetch a fortune. The frame of the large bed had been fashioned from stone, but the blankets on it were woven softer than silk. The rich hues of blue and green reflected the soft glow of a lamp at the bedside.
Below the window and some distance away, two figures strolled along the shoreline, blissfully unaware they were under surveillance. The Atlantean princess, with her white hair and dark skin, moved easily. The man with her was less composed. Even though they couldn’t hear him, the pair watching new he was talking. A lot. He gestured wildly, unable to contain his enthusiasm.
Lieutenant Helga Sinclair chuckled. “He’s got a lot to learn, but we could use him.” She looked at Rourke. “A cartographer and linguist who specializes in dead languages.”
“I know that look,” he replied with a smirk.
“He could read the notes on the maps we have, tell us if they’re legit.” Helga met his gaze. “We need someone like him, Commander. He could be the key to finally finding El Dorado.”
The older man looked out the window again. “She’ll be a problem.”
“Hardly.”
“You think so, Lieutenant?”
Helga frowned. Generally, that phrase meant he felt she was wrong. “He’ll learn not to get attached,” she murmured before shaking her head. “I saw him that day.” Her voice lowered as she went on, “They dismissed him, laughed at him, and insulted his grandfather.” She smirked again. “Between wanting to belong somewhere and needing to prove himself and vindicate his grandfather? Moral objections won’t stand a chance.”
“We’ll see,” Rourke replied.
“He won’t be hard to get rid of if he doesn’t.”
“After we get the crystal.”
She laughed. “Of course.”
“You look tired.” He chuckled when she rolled her eyes at him and gave him a half-serious glare.
“An hour of sleep last night. Damn Thatch. Who would have thought bugs—”
“How long is it until the meal we’ve been invited to?”
Helga quirked an eyebrow. She knew he’d been listening when one of the king’s guards had come to ‘request’ their presence at the evening meal. All of them had known it was an order. The old man wanted them where they could be watched. She shrugged her shoulders. “By now? Four hours.”
“You should rest. I’ll need you at your best tonight.” She nodded once. They had only tonight to act, to find the crystal. After a pause, he added, “Three hours of sleep sounds just right, doesn’t it?”
She looked over her shoulder at him as his hand slid under her shirt and up her back. Her only reply was a chuckle.
Atlantis: The Lost Empire
510 words
While Milo explores Atlantis with his royal guide, Rourke and his lieutenant discuss their own plans.
“I want him.”
“Really? I didn’t think the kid was your type.”
“Kid, huh? What does that say about me?”
“World of difference, Lieutenant,” Commander Lyle Rourke said as he joined the woman at the large window.
The room behind them stood as a testament to the grandeur of Atlantis. The high ceiling was supported by large columns, expertly carved and inlaid with silver. A fraction of the pillar alone would fetch a fortune. The frame of the large bed had been fashioned from stone, but the blankets on it were woven softer than silk. The rich hues of blue and green reflected the soft glow of a lamp at the bedside.
Below the window and some distance away, two figures strolled along the shoreline, blissfully unaware they were under surveillance. The Atlantean princess, with her white hair and dark skin, moved easily. The man with her was less composed. Even though they couldn’t hear him, the pair watching new he was talking. A lot. He gestured wildly, unable to contain his enthusiasm.
Lieutenant Helga Sinclair chuckled. “He’s got a lot to learn, but we could use him.” She looked at Rourke. “A cartographer and linguist who specializes in dead languages.”
“I know that look,” he replied with a smirk.
“He could read the notes on the maps we have, tell us if they’re legit.” Helga met his gaze. “We need someone like him, Commander. He could be the key to finally finding El Dorado.”
The older man looked out the window again. “She’ll be a problem.”
“Hardly.”
“You think so, Lieutenant?”
Helga frowned. Generally, that phrase meant he felt she was wrong. “He’ll learn not to get attached,” she murmured before shaking her head. “I saw him that day.” Her voice lowered as she went on, “They dismissed him, laughed at him, and insulted his grandfather.” She smirked again. “Between wanting to belong somewhere and needing to prove himself and vindicate his grandfather? Moral objections won’t stand a chance.”
“We’ll see,” Rourke replied.
“He won’t be hard to get rid of if he doesn’t.”
“After we get the crystal.”
She laughed. “Of course.”
“You look tired.” He chuckled when she rolled her eyes at him and gave him a half-serious glare.
“An hour of sleep last night. Damn Thatch. Who would have thought bugs—”
“How long is it until the meal we’ve been invited to?”
Helga quirked an eyebrow. She knew he’d been listening when one of the king’s guards had come to ‘request’ their presence at the evening meal. All of them had known it was an order. The old man wanted them where they could be watched. She shrugged her shoulders. “By now? Four hours.”
“You should rest. I’ll need you at your best tonight.” She nodded once. They had only tonight to act, to find the crystal. After a pause, he added, “Three hours of sleep sounds just right, doesn’t it?”
She looked over her shoulder at him as his hand slid under her shirt and up her back. Her only reply was a chuckle.
