My Pal the Bug #3: Bait

By Greg M. Hall

Turlock and Marve go to Tramin, a Podunk town, to let things cool off for a while. They stumble across the perfect assassin. Worse yet, Turlock gets a text informing him he'll be killed in five minutes.

If he can survive, he and Marve must find out where the killer came from--and what it will take to keep more of them from being produced.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Greg M. Hall
• Release date: Sep 8, 2013

Greg M. Hall

Greg M. Hall has over a dozen stories and two novels online and in print. Though no single genre can contain him, he's got a soft spot in his heart for Horror, Science Fiction, and Fantasy with dark elements. After living on Maui and in Southern California, he got sick of the mild weather and moved home to eastern Nebraska, where he lives with his wife, a bunch of kids, and second pet tortoise--the first one ran away.

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Bait

My Pal The Bug #3

By: Greg M. Hall

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2010 by Greg M. Hall

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Smashwords Edition License Notes: This ebook is free. Share it as you wish, but if you use the characters or settings for your own work, please give me proper credit.

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events portrayed in this novel are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Other Smashwords Ebooks by Greg M. Hall

Traffic Control (Action)

Closure (Fantasy)

Rick’s Hostage (Horror)

The Gig (Horror)

My Pal The Bug #1: For They Know Not… (Sci-Fi)

My Pal The Bug #2: The Haunted Drug Lab (Sci-Fi)

The Water Peddlers (Sci-Fi)

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The air in front of Turlock’s face wobble-jumped like a truck flashing by at hypersonic speed and the ground shook with a thunderous impact. He dive-rolled into the nearest alley, shoved himself off the dirt, and launched into a run. A chunk of the adjacent apartment building blew out in a shower of cobbles and splinters.

He took a handful of sprinter's strides, then skidded to a stop.

A second later, modublock exploded and glass shattered ahead, where he'd have been if he kept running.

Turlock jumped, grabbing an electrical cabinet attached to the side of the building. Hauled himself up. Swung a leg and hooked it over a nearby satellite dish. Reached to grab a window ledge. Rubble-dust and ozone shoved the stench of garbage out of his nose. Dust ground into the burn the near-miss projectile had smeared across his face.

He climbed, his body resisting the whole way. Gravity on Andajar sucked, but he’d been here long enough for his body to compensate as well as the poorly-designed human form could