Previously: After Metalord was beaten by the Cobalt Czar, Twain attempted to help an unconscious Yi Fan, when the Czar yelled, “What do you think you’re doing?” And now…
â€œIâ€™m trying to help her,â€ Twain said.
â€œWait.â€ The Czarâ€™s eyes narrowed. â€œI know you. The American, da? The one who escaped. Why would you come back?â€
â€œI brought you Digger,â€ Twain said. â€œYou said you hated him.â€
The Czar stopped and looked at Twain warily. â€œI do. The Chinese man said he brought Digger.â€
â€œThe Chinese man tried to kill you,â€ Twain countered.
â€œTrue enough.â€ The Czar looked around. â€œSo where is he?â€
Twain laid Yi Fan gently down and stood. â€œIâ€™ll show you.â€
A few moments later, they both stood over Diggerâ€™s unconscious body. â€œThat canâ€™t be him,â€ the Czar said. â€œWhere are the things on his hands?â€
â€œHe lost them,â€ Twain said. â€œBelieve me, thatâ€™s him. Heâ€™ll tell you so himself, when he wakes up.â€
â€œDoes he always dress like that?â€ the Czar asked, eyeing the torn Chinese dress.
â€œOh yeah,â€ Twain said. â€œYou wouldnâ€™t believe the twisted stuff in this guyâ€™s closet.â€
â€œAnd he was beaten by Ghost Dragon.â€ The Czar sounded let down.
â€œBy me,â€ Twain said.
â€œDisappointing,â€ the Czar said. â€œI had hoped for more of a challenge.â€
â€œEveryoneâ€™s disappointed when they meet him in person,â€ Twain said.
The Czar looked at Twain. â€œI still donâ€™t understand. You escaped. Why risk coming back here, even with a prize?â€
[blockquote type=”blockquote_quotes” align=”right”]She was wearing the kind of uniform you only saw in 60â€™s movies or gag comics in menâ€™s magazines: frilly apron, short skirt, thigh-high stockings, little white hat with a red cross on it. No actual nurses dressed like that anymore, if they ever really had…[/blockquote]â€œYouâ€™re the most powerful man in the world,â€ Twain said. â€œWhat man in his right mind would want you for an enemy?â€
â€œI understand,â€ the Czar said. â€œAnd I suppose I owe you some kind of thanks for bringing him here.â€
The Czarâ€™s hand shot out and a blunt, blue finger thumped hard against Twainâ€™s temple. Twainâ€™s eyes rolled back, and he crumpled to the ground.
â€œThanks,â€ said the Czar.
Digger awoke in a room with pastel blue walls and curtains the color of coral. He tried to sit up, but found himself strapped to a bed, an I.V. needle stuck in his arm and a bandage wrapped around his head. Some kind of emergency buzzer lay on the mattress next to his right hand. He snagged the cord with a finger andÂ pushed the button.
A few moments later, a nurse came through the doorway: blonde, mid-20â€™s, very pretty. â€œGood afternoon,â€ she said with an Australian accent and a dazzling smile.
â€œWhere am I?â€ Digger asked.
â€œThis is the Czarâ€™s private clinic,â€ the nurse answered. She was wearing the kind of uniform you only saw in 60â€™s movies or gag comics in menâ€™s magazines: frilly apron, short skirt, thigh-high stockings, little white hat with a red cross on it. No actual nurses dressed like that anymore, if they ever really had. Her nametag read â€œJanet.â€
â€œAre you an actual nurse, or some kind of…â€ Digger couldnâ€™t decide what word to finish the sentence with, and from the look on Janetâ€™s face, sheâ€™d just filled in all of them, so he didnâ€™t bother.
â€œIf I were you, Iâ€™d worry less about my qualifications, and more about whatâ€™ll happen to you now youâ€™re awake,â€ she said.
Hey, look, Digger’s finally back in the story. It’s about time. Find about more about what’s in store for him in our next exciting episode!
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