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Science Assassin: Chapter fifteen
Wanda and the group of scientists filed out of the church as the funeral finished, and headed for the neares bus stop. Wanda was keeping a sharp eye on the scientists, determined not to let any of them get injured. She kept them far away from all motroids, fearful of their involvement in the recent murders. She wondered how the Doctor was doing, back at the hotel. Had he found any information?
The scientists were chatting mournfully as they waited for the bus to take them back to the hotel. Since Sir Robert's death, Fred Colle had been elected as head of the committee. He had also played a part in researching the motroids and bringing them to earth.
The bus stop was situated next to a busy road. Bubble cars sped past, occasionally honking their horns. Mr Long watched them proudly. He was the one who had invented them. Their 'zero gas emission' systems and small size had fixed traffic problems and lowered pollution. Mr Long was very proud of his cars.
A motroid stepped out of a parked car and walked over to the group. Wanda was talking to Mr Hew about his new element, which she was immensely interested in, and didn't notice the alien creep up. Suddenly, without any warning, Mr Long was shoved roughly onto the road and into the path of a fast bubble car. Startled, he tried to hurry back to the footpath, but it was too late. With a loud tooting of horns, the car swerved, only to crash into the path of another car which skidded straight into poor Mr Long. He was knocked to the ground, hitting his head badly.
At once, a crowd of people gathered around him. Someone dialled an ambulance, someone checked his pulse, someone checked his breathing, and the drivers of the cars came out to inspect the damage and help the injured scientist. Wanda pushed to the front, and quickly averted her eyes from Mr Long's crumpled body. She knew he wasn't dead, but he was covered in injuries, from a cracked skull to broken arms and legs. Wanda couldn't bear to look. She caught sight of a motroid jumping in a car and driving away at top speed. An idea suddenly struck her. Grabbing the car keys off one of the drivers, she leaped into his damaged car and switched on the engine. To her relief, it choked, coughed and then spluttered to life. She sped after the motroid in the smashed up vehicle, glad that it still ran. She was determined to catch the assassin.
The bubble car was badly damaged. One of the doors had been ripped off, the front was smashed and there was a large hole in the roof. Luckily, Mr Long had carefully designed the engines to withstand hard conditions. Wanda carefully followed the motroid, ignoring the stares and points given to her by pedestrians at the dilapidated car.
At first the motroid drove quickly, way over the speed limit, but after it had past a few suburbs, it slowed down, oblivious to Wanda's following. She crept behind it, trying not to attract its attention. Unfortunately, the car she was driving was a sorry sight, and when the motroid glanced at it in its rear view mirror and recognised it, it began speeding up again. When it was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, it escaped from the car and began running down the footpath. Without thinking, Wanda ran after it.
Wanda chased the motroid down the street. As she followed it, she smiled grimly at this new activity. A week ago she would never had dreamed of doing such a thing. Her hair was a mess, her dress was dusty and askew, and her high heels were broken. She was beginning to lose her breath. Glancing at the motroid which was racing ahead of her, she suddenly had an idea. Slipping into a doorway, she watched the motroid as it ran. It shot a look behind it, and was surprised to see no one following. It looked around, puzzled. Finally, it seemed at ease, thinking that Wanda had given up. It shrugged its thin shoulders and continued up the street, this time walking in a leisurely manner.
Wanda smiled. Her plan had worked. Cautiously, she followed the motroid, moving slowly so that her shoes wouldn't make a sound as she walked. The motroid didn't look back once. It was sure that there was no pursuer. It turned a corner and Wanda found herself on a familiar street. They were heading towards the hotel. And suddenly, she recognised the motroid. It was one of the workers at the reception desk.
Knowing where the motroid was heading, Wanda decided to take a short cut. Cutting through some back alleys, she slipped in a side gate and entered the hotel doors. She looked out, and saw the motroid still walking up the street. Quickly, Wanda ran back to her room and changed into neat, business like clothes. She changed her hairstyle and put on clean high heels, and then made her way outside. The motroid was just entering the building. Wanda stopped it, knowing that it wouldn't recognise her.
"Excuse me, but you have taken rather a long break. I've been waiting for you for ages. I need you to do some filing."
The motroid looked down, as if ashamed. "Sorry miss," he said. "I was held up, you see. My car broke down, and I had to walk back."
They really are good actors, thought Wanda. "Well, that's no excuse. You know you get paid by the hour. I shall have to take it off your salary."
The motroid nodded.
"Also," continued Wanda. "You have delayed a lot of important work, and we shall now have to work overtime to get it done." A tear ran down the motroid's cheek. Wanda felt like a mother scolding a child. She frowned sternly. "Now, come on."
"Please miss. I...have to go somewhere."
"Where?"
"To my room. I have to make an important call."
"To who?"
"My boss."
"I am your boss."
"Yes, but I've taken up a part time job somewhere else, at a hardware store, and I need to tell my boss that I've ordered in new stock for him."
"Must it be now?"
"Yes."
"Use the reception phone."
"I can't. It's in use. I have to tell my boss now, in case he orders the stock himself. Then, the shop will have bought double stock."
Wanda glanced at the reception desk, where a surly motroid was on the phone, frowning at her to keep quiet. She knew the motroid was lying, and that it didn't really have a job. It probably needed to go to its leader and report that it had failed in killing Long. She needed to get the police so that they could arrest the motroid. She could count as an eye witness.
"I am afraid you shall just have to wait. There is urgent filing which needs to be done."
Wanda led the motroid to the desk, where it sulkily stacked papers. She slipped to her office and looked in. The Doctor wasn't there. Where was he? He would know what to do. Turning on a microphone, she made an announcement which blared through the whole hotel through loudspeakers.
"Could Mr Carl Smith please report to the reception desk at once? Mr Carl Smith, to the reception desk at once. Thank you."
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