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Delayed - Chapter 6Screwy's beak hovered open in indecision as he tried to place the name, but his opportunity to answer quickly passed as Spyro began to anxiously pace the deck.Delayed - Chapter 6 by *ATTynesider
“Ripto,” the purple dragon said, wearing the same look of confusion he did, “How on Earth did he get ahold of those orbs? There's no possible way he...”
Spyro continued to mumble to himself, and as he did Screwy bent down and picked up the orb that lay there. He stared at his distorted reflection in its emerald curve, and it reflected memories back into his eyes. There had been another flare in tensions between the Harbour and Zephyr. He remembered it clearly, a
Delayed - Chapter 5The barrage of emotions slammed into Screwy's stomach long before the jet from the hose did. They knotted his innards and froze his senses with tantalising stings of fear and intrigue, and while it filled him with the overwhelming urge to vomit it did give him the split-second he needed to fall to the floor and avoid the shot.Delayed - Chapter 5 by *ATTynesider
He hit the deck with a clatter mere moments before the jet sailed over his head, burning the feathers on the back of his neck with its intense chill. He looked upwards and saw the Blubber, its face frowning, but it smiled again as it angled its hose downwards. Screwy swiftly rolled away and scrambled back to his feet,
Delayed - Chapter 4“Look, it's nothing big and I promise I won't be long…”Delayed - Chapter 4 by *ATTynesider
Once again he was cut off by furious squawking. Screwy sighed and held the phone away from his ear until she had said her piece, then continued.
“I don't want to be here either, honey, but it must be fixed and I don't get paid until it is. I know it's not ideal, but it has to be done.”
More squawks. As she screeched down his ear Screwy took a cautionary glance at the control panel. The dials didn't make good reading.
“Well I'm sorry it has to go to waste, but there's nothing I can do…I'll get something on the way home, then. It's not a problem&
Delayed - Chapter 3The hands of the clock rolled on, and as they did passengers began to drop. They fell limp in their seats, some with arms and legs splayed and others curled into balls. Some lay across several seats, resting their heads in the laps of loved ones, and some squeezed onto the metal strut of an armrest, but all were asleep. All except one.Delayed - Chapter 3 by *ATTynesider
Spyro shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He was sleepy, but even with his head dipped by fatigue there was no chance of sleeping here. How anyone could sleep on the itchy upholstery was a mystery to him, and the infernal snore of the pelican in the seat next to him didn’t help things either. He sighed a
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