Unleashed

Continuing ...of Heroes and the Misunderstood... a Six Sentence Serial story co-written by Clark of The Wakefield Doctrine and myself. Here is the story so far.
This week's Six Sentence prompt word is Tonic.

Rocco tried very hard to get to the itch that was on the near side of annoying inside his ankle shackles, the bending and stretching of his feet giving no tonic to his irritation; Constantin Szarbo returned to the fuselage from his visit to the cockpit, saw Rocco’s discomfort, and, looking at Isla Sora, Constantin said, ‘you can remove them now, we’re making the descent into Keflavik and we have organised a direct transfer to Mooncross, avoiding even arrivals… we don’t want our shuffling guest holding us up.’

‘Guest,’ Rocco scoffed as Isla released him from his remaining constraints, ‘such a nice way of putting it… tell you what, you tell me why you’ve brought me all this way, and I’ll agree not to press charges for kidnap.’

‘Kidnap is such a strong word,’ Szarbo smirked, ‘obviously you came willingly just as you have willingly agreed to help us now… it’s just a case of industrial espionage, and you’re the perfect man for the job.’

‘Espionage…’ Rocco laughed out loud, much to Szarbo’s annoyance, ‘you do realise I’m a bodyguard… as much as I hate to admit it, my spy skills aren’t really up to much.’

As the plane banked to make its final descent, Szarbo clicked his seatbelt into place, gesturing Isla and Rocco do the same, ‘safety first… and you aren’t spying… you’re merely delivering a message to a Sister Styxx, and she will do the rest.’

‘Sister Styxx…’ Rocco started to feel his body press back into his seat, ‘y’know, there is such a thing as a telephone that would probably have gotten the message to her sooner.’