Portal 2901 Part 3

By Thadd Evans

Fiman and his friends are being chased by Ro15 spacecraft. Will the Ro15 catch them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Aug 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781771118606

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Fiman and his friends are being chased by Ro15 spacecraft. Will the Ro15 catch them?

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Portal 2901 3

Copyright © 2014 Thadd Evans

ISBN: 978-1-77111-860-6

Cover art by Carmen Waters

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Beyond Portal 2901

Book 3

By

Thadd Evans

Dedication

My mother, Nan Serrins, Tina Haveman and Jay Austin

Chapter One

Several yards in, I saw tiny fish gliding down a dimly lit hall, a corridor filled with water. My screen materialized and dissipated, destroyed by the water, useless. I kicked harder and shoved kelp aside. Within moments, I veered right and went through another entrance, hoping that this poorly lit room, a place filled with waist-high piles of kelp, was X41’s bridge.

Beneath me, indigo-green vines rose and started wrapping around my leg. Not wanting the Ro15 to hear me, I grabbed my air gun—a quieter weapon that fired razor sharp v-shaped blades—and squeezed the trigger, several times. They hit the vines. Just a few came off. I lowered my left hand, the one that wasn’t holding the gun, and said, KN. A power-knife, a weapon with moving teeth along both edges, popped out of my left sleeve. I started cutting other vines with it. In moments, they fell off.

Kelp moved toward me and wrapped around my left wrist. I aimed, squeezed the trigger, several times, and hit some. I stuck out my hand and ripped the rest off. Soon, rockweed started crawling, headed for my ankle. I aimed down and pulled the trigger. I struck the rockweed squarely, and it came off my ankle. I bumped against waist-high kelp, but it did nothing. I passed it by.

In front of me, a mound of vines rose. Suddenly, I realized the mound was on my chair. This was the bridge. I had found it!

A crab-like creature jumped out of the mound. I blinked, surprised as the crustacean swam away. Beneath the flashlight beam, a plant like sea staghorn slithered around my waist. I stopped, trapped, then I aimed down and pulled the trigger. I hit the staghorn, but it didn’t move. I started cutting it with the knife as the kelp began coiling around my right arm. Within seconds, vines started coiling around my legs until it was impossible to move either one!

X forty-one, it’s Fiman. Help me, I said, speaking within my mind.

Silence. It wouldn’t respond.

Vines went around my neck and slowly crawled over the bottom of my face mask. On my left, behind a clump, the top of a small fin moved. As I struggled harder, a vine floated away. Something had cut it off. I raised my left hand, trying to pull off kelp. To my right, behind a clump, a fin moved again. I lifted my freed right hand. Had a small fish eaten away that many vines? It had to be the fish.

If I asked this species any questions, the Ro15 might hear me. I remained silent.

I pulled staghorn and vines away, swam a few feet and began cutting vines off my chair. After removing several, I sat down. On a nearby screen that was covered by scum, a worm jumped up and swam away. I wiped the scum off and stuck my hand over the screen, trying to start the engine. On screen, a text box remained black. No response. I scraped more mud off as kelp wrapped around my leg. I drew my pistol and shoved my hand over the screen.

Still no response. It was impossible to tell if X41 would ever start.

A vine moved toward my hand. I aimed, fired and hit the vine. In front of me, a tiny fish opened its mouth, rushed at my face mask and bounced off it. I reached out and knocked the fish aside. It floated away, then turned and swam at my face mask. I aimed, pulled the trigger and hit it. The dead fish rose, carried by water, and drifted away. At the same time, staghorn began wrapping around my waist.

I wiped more mud off as vines moved around my right hand. Desperate to start the engine, I placed my other hand in front of the text box. It remained black. I shook my head, disappointed. Then I looked down as kelp slid over my legs. Again, it was impossible to lift either one. At the same time, I felt vines crawling over my chest. I reached up and pulled