Planet X91 Alien Amongst Us

By Mark Stewart

Florian Josh and Clay must tackle small mysterious round objects floating close to the hull of the USS Lock by going into space and collecting them by hand. Discovering Captain Evans is about to test fire the USS Lock’s engines, Josh must convince him to halt the diagnostics of the ship which will see the Lock postponing her trip back to the earth. A heated discussion about losing another shuttle doesn’t make for a settled colony. Will one of the colonists survive after insisting he’s fights the alien walking amongst them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mark Stewart
• Release date: Jun 30, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311828453

Mark Stewart

Mark Stewart is an acclaimed author. He loves to write fiction right across the board from romance adventure to crime and onwards to science fiction. His fast paced novels will keep you on the edge of your seat from the first word to the last.Mark lives in Melbourne Australia and tries to keep to the Aussie lingo and customs. His only gripe is he never has enough time to feed the writing enthusiasm inside him.Mark lives in the picturesque region of the Mornington Peninsula, a full one hour drive from Melbourne.He has been married to his wonderful patient wife for over thirty years. He has four adult children and two grand children. Everywhere he looks there is a story waiting to be told.Contact Mark to leave a comment about one of his books or just to say gidday, (hi) he would love to hear from you.email: [e-mail] reviews are gratefully accepted.To all the readers who follow Mark's work. Thank you.

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PLANET X91

ALIEN AMONGST US

Book 10

Mark Stewart

Copyright © 2015 Alien Amongst Us. Mark Stewart. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the author. This story is fictitious and a product of the author’s imagination. Resemblance to any actual person living or dead is purely coincidental.

ISBN: 97813118 28453

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Edited by Rosemary Cantala

Other novels Mark Stewart has written

Crime

The Kendal chronicles

Fire games

Heart of a spider

I know your secret

Romance

Kiss on the bridge (series)

Kiss on the bridge two

Kiss on the bridge three

The perfect gift

Blood red rose (Vampire romance adventure)

Blood red rose two

Blood red rose three

Legendary Blue Diamond

Legendary blue diamond two

Legendary blue diamond three

Don’t Tell My Secret (series)

201 May Street

The girl from Emerald Hill

Ladies’ Club

Book of secrets

Mistress

In this series

Planet X91 the beginning

Planet X91 the new home

Planet X91 the underwater cave

Planet X91 the storm

Planet X91 the drought

Planet X91 the fire

Planet X91 the plague

Planet X91 doorway to time

Planet X91 the new earth

Planet X91 alien amongst us

Planet X91 wayward asteroid

Planet X91 the unwelcome visitor

Planet X91 the derelict

Planet X91 the hidden catacombs

Planet X91 descending into ID

Planet X91Pre-Beginning

Planet X91 sleeping disease

Planet X91the black hole

Planet X91 Decadence

Planet X91 Evelina is reborn

Planet X91 Clay gets a girlfriend

Planet X91the first equinox

Planet X91 Lochabar returns

Planet X91 the finale

including the lost diaries of Florian Fawkes

PLANET X91

ALIEN AMONGST US

Book 10

CHAPTER ONE

ABOVE THE commotion and the shouts from the colonists who were dancing on the grassland after hearing the news of the destruction of the invisible creature, Nick Benhill peeled himself away and casually strolled to his tent.

Inside, away from probing eyes, he unzipped the rear flap in the thin waterproof material. He stepped up to the middle of the only bed, squatted and pulled out a silver suitcase from under the bed. Unlocking the case, he opened the lid. A quick glance at the tent’s front flap, a few seconds to listen for any approaching footsteps and he focused on the twelve-round jet-black baseball-size objects in their individual compartments inside the case. Snatching up a hand size rectangular shaped box he tapped a command on the front glass panel then replaced the unit back into the suitcase. He waited for a small green light to begin flashing before again giving the area around his tent a thorough study. When he felt positive no human was looking his way, Nick Benhill pushed the enter button at the bottom right-hand side of the pad. The balls started vibrating in their individual containers. In unison they floated up out of the foam lined case. For a brief moment, they hovered two feet above the grassland. In a blink of an eye, they had pushed their way through the small gap in the wall of the tent and shot skywards faster than a bullet. The AON particle trail, each ball left behind dispersed in the sea breeze.

Studying the sky, Nick spied the last of the white trail as the six balls sped into orbit.

Satisfied all six bombs were at the height of seventy-five thousand feet and will spread out around the USS Lock, he pushed the suitcase back under the bed. Portraying a smirk, he strolled out of the tent.

Nick Benhill walked directly at the Piper spaceship. H shouldered his way amongst a group of four.

Morning Nick, said Florian, acknowledging his presence.

What’s so good about it?

We won. The invisible creature has gone.

Yes, I suppose congratulations are in order.

Thanks, said Josh.

Seeing how the sun is up, I’m here to see if you, Florian, might like to go for a walk in the forest?

Not really. I’m feeling a bit tired.

Then I’ll go alone.

It’s not a wise idea, she yawned.

Why not? questioned Nick.

The forest isn’t safe to go exploring on your own.

Which brings me to the next point; I want to express my disappointment in being encased in a force-field. I feel like a prisoner on this planet.

It’s for our protection, advised Major Reltso.

There’s nothing on this island that looks too threatening. I want to be able to go exploring whenever I want. To get through the force-field, I have to ask permission from one of these three so-called leaders of the colony; which brings me around to why I came over. I resent having to be lorded over by three teenagers. I demand we elect a council to vote on the affairs of the colony.

He has a point, said Major Reltso.

Josh, Florian, and Clay glared at Nick.

What’s your answer?

Perhaps he’s correct. Maybe we ought to involve the entire colony. We should have a diplomatic voting system in place. We can all choose who should be the leader, said Josh.

I think a council of at least six people is a good amount, suggested Clay.

I’ll organize to have the word spread around, advised Nick.

While you’re at it, have each person write down what he thinks is a good idea. When the council is elected, they can immediately begin to assess the ideas and vote on which order they are brought to fruition, stated Josh.

And how many people he or she thinks should be on the council, instructed Florian.

I will.

They watched Nick walk off to the closest shuttle. The first person he stopped he pointed at the Piper, as he relayed what they planned. When he’d finished talking, Nick again walked to the shuttle. When he reached the hatch, he stepped inside the vessel.

He’s a bit over the top, snorted Clay.

Flashing a glance at Florian, Josh didn’t want to commit to making her feel any more agitated.

Yes, he is and I still think he’s an alien, whispered Florian.

If he is, we still need our proof, said Josh.

Either way, we have to extend the force-field out to the tree line and get it up and running, advised Major Reltso.

"The sooner, the better. We need to begin planting crops too. At present, the Piper has an abundance of food, however, with the imminent arrival of the remaining colonists, the