Book 3: Chapter 34: Kidnapping
Bob
September 2224
Delta Eridani (Eden)
I was sitting in the sun with Buster, watching him casually work a piece of flint, when the Deltan came running up. He bent over, gasping for breath for a few moments, then straightened. “Archimedes has been grabbed. I think it was some guys from Caerleon. Must have been.”
I leaped to my feet and almost yelled at the runner, “Have you told Donald? Anyone else?”
He nodded, still gasping. “Yeah, Donald’s gathering some hunters.”
I looked over to see Buster silently gathering his bow and arrows. He didn’t say anything; didn’t look at me or at the runner. His fur was flat, his inner turmoil telegraphed by his ears, which were curled in rage. Someone was going to die today.
We hurried over to the hunters’ tree, where a group was forming. Donald waved at me as I came up.
“Well, Robert, it looks like you and Archimedes might have been right. There’s only one reason for them to grab him.”