'Kyntak, what's the ETA on the chopper?'
'Nearly there, Six,' Kyntak said. 'Three minutes.'
'Be careful,' Six said. 'They-'
Boom. He ducked instinctively. It sounded like a distant explosion, like a shell from a tank gun hitting a building. But since there were no tanks or buildings nearby, Six couldn't explain it at first.
Boom! There it was again. Louder, closer. The flurry of activity on the deck stuttered to a halt as the personnel on the Gomorrah noticed the sound and started looking for the source.
Heads turned to the sky in confusion as a third boom pounded from it.
Thunder, Six thought.
There was a thin crackling sound from below. Six looked at his feet, and saw a tiny yellowish blob of moisture on the deck. It bubbled and crackled and steamed, and then it was gone, leaving a small crater in the metal.
Another blob appeared to Six's left. Then another.
'Rain!' someone shouted.
And then the commotion on the deck became full-blown panic.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Excerpt from Third Transmission
Here we are. Let's give you another teasingly short taste.
Posted by Tiny Tomo at 7/25/2009 12:09:00 PM