73 Armitage Bus Novels & Stories

Another place I’d be leaving in the morning, once I’d done my part to bring peace to the galaxy. The miles flew by, and in no time at all — definitely before I’d managed to get my shit together — I was turning onto the access road into the Armitage territory. Gravel and chunks of dried mud left over from the rains the week before flew up from the tires and spattered the tree trunks on the side of the road. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. Two-thirty. The Kimballs would be loading up and heading this way all too soon. I wondered if Matthew was getting updates from Colin.

Smith to let them know his location. "Ms. Smith, the robot just got on the bus number 707." She told the other party as soon as it picked up the call "Great! Thank you for the information." Ms. Smith replied and not long after that, she hung up.

Without delay, he left for the complex. At The Auxiliary Armory PLC Capt. Bruce had been disturbed since the previous day. One of the drivers, Barnabas Garfield, said that he saw the company's bus on Saturday and the driver was using it as a passenger's vehicle. “This is serious. Who must have done that?” He asked his informant. “I wouldn't know. I didn't see the number plate of the bus but I'm certain that I saw our bus.” “That means that the driver did not bring the bus back after work on Friday because I doubt that the security guards will permit anybody to take the bus out of the premises.”

She barely nods. Her thoughts drift back to Archie’s face when she shoved him. If he were involved, he would’ve prepared. He would’ve had an answer. He looked genuinely lost. The bus turns off the main road and heads toward the outskirts. Buildings thin out. The shops become smaller. The air looks dustier. Three stops later, the driver calls out the hospital’s name. Piper stands immediately. Her legs feel stiff as she steps down onto the pavement. The bus pulls away, leaving a cloud of exhaust behind. She adjusts her hoodie and looks across the road.

“Can you tell me what time bus sixteen eighty-three has arrived yet?” “Came in early this morning.” He drawled. “Did you happen to sell tickets to another location to this woman?” I asked, holding up the picture Alistair had given me of Maggie and her children. “Wasn’t my shift when that bus came in. Why you looking for her? She in some kinda trouble or something?” “Something. You got cameras in this place I can look at?” “No, sir.” He whistled. “We don’t get too many buses through here.”