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Godiva: International Woman of Intrigue (Chapter Six)
12 May, 2010 by chris
Godiva, International Woman of Intrigue
Godiva, International Woman of Intrigue
By Mathew D. Rhys and Chris Lawton
Chapter 6
By the time I escaped the laboratory, the race was nearly over. I hopped in my private helicopter and headed North, hoping to catch the checkered flag. I landed the helicopter and made my way to the finish line, hoping to catch the finish. However, I heard an eruption of cheer from the audience and knew I was too late. The race was over.
Over the loud speaker, I heard the announcement: Etienne had won the race. I looked toward the Winner's Circle and saw a solid ring of people, and I knew I would never get even close. So, I headed to the Pits to get a recap of the race from Hugh.
It was another five minutes, before Hugh's car pulled across the finish line and into his pit. The crew swarmed around the car, as Hugh climbed out. He walked over to me, and then pointed back toward the course. "Hot damn! Did you see me out there?" He asked me.
"Unfortunately, I didn't," I admitted. "I was called over to Perkins Astromech to investigate a robbery. I missed the whole race."
"Well, I'll tell you," Hugh said. "I've seen some tough racing. But, hot damn! Stiff competition. Let me tell you: You're boyfriend wasn't so nice out there."
"Etienne?"
"I never figured a man with such a small moustache could be so competitive," Hugh said, laughing to himself. "So, what were you looking into, anyway?"
"The plans for some modified alien technology were stolen last night," I said.
"Really?" Hugh said, intrigued. "Any clues?"
"Well, some black hairs and white lithium grease," I replied. "Any idea what that is?"
"White lithium grease?" Hugh said. "Sure. It's grease. You know, for lubing bearings and stuff. It doesn't break down as quickly as standard petroleum grease. Pretty expensive stuff. Ends up in precision rollerskates and stuff."
I nodded, my mind filling with questions; but, before I could ask them, Etienne strolled up, stepping directly between Hugh and I. He turned to Hugh and extended his hand. "Good race today," he said. Hugh gave the man's hand a bit of a shake. "But as they say in your country," Etienne continued, turning to face me, "to the victor, goes the spoils."
He took my hand and kissed it. "Lovely Godiva," he said. "Would you please accompany me to the Winner's Circle?"
I looked over Etienne's shoulder and saw a look of disapproval on Hugh's face. For some reason, the look rubbed me the wrong way, and I found myself smiling back toward Etienne. "I'd love to, Etienne," I said.
He took me by the arm, and together we strolled toward the stand, where he would be presented with the trophy. Flashbulbs erupted as we walked, and I could feel all eyes upon the two of us. It was amazing.
But, from behind me, I could barely make out Hugh's voice as he talked to his pit chief. "I don't trust that man," he said.