HeartStorm (HeartFast Series Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

"They said they were in the middle of a blow storm. This looks more like an ion storm, and a monster one at that!"
                Challenger nodded as he brought the ship closer to the outer edge of the configuration. "We're coming up on Sigma Vialla. I wonder which one is the third moon?"
                Sender manned the communications. "This is Guardian Transport Three calling the survivors on the third moon of Sigma Vialla. This is Guardian Transport Three calling the survivors on the third moon of Sigma Vialla. Can you read us? We need your locator turned on. Please respond."
                Almost immediately, a little blip popped onto the viewscreen. It highlighted the medium-sized moon on the far edge of the little planet it circled. Hunter groaned softly.
                "The densest portion of that storm is about to envelope that moon. Sender, see if you can get a verbal response from them. Find out what their current temperature is."
                "This is Guardian Transport Three calling the survivors on the third moon of Sigma Vialla. We have your location and we're closing in. Can you give us a verbal response? Can you tell us what your current situation is? What is the surface temperature?"
                They waited a full minute, with no reply from the survivors. Left with having to find out for themselves, Hunter ran a full scan on the moon's surface, with no result. He softly cursed. "The instruments can't read the surface. The storm's intensified to the point where it's blocking everything."
                Challenger brought the ship into an irregular orbit, keeping them on the outer edge of the enormous, multi-colored cloud. Setting Three on auto-pilot, he turned to Hunter.
                "Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you once say you couldn't penetrate an ion storm? Something about it that affects that protective bubble you're inside?"
                "It depends on whether they're negative or positive, and how many urgs are being generated." Hunter glanced over at Sender, who was addressing the computer link on the console. "What does it show, Sender?"
                "We're currently looking at six hundred forty urgs of positive ions." She looked over at them. "But it's fluctuating like crazy, spiking into the eight hundred range at times."
                "Hunter?"
                Hunter shook his head. "As far as I know, my limit is just under five hundred urgs."
                "This thing is rolling like a wave sine," Sender interjected. "There are moments it dips below three hundred."
                "Can the computer track those dips?" Hunter asked her.
                The young woman re-checked the ship's mainframe. After a long moment, she raised her head. "Somewhat. The window's very, very narrow. Ninety seconds is the longest lead it can give us."
                "Ninety seconds is plenty of time." Hunter got to his feet. "Challenger, I need a precise location. Try to narrow it to the smallest field you can muster."
                "What are you thinking?" Challenger asked.
                "You're going to wait for the levels to drop." Sender stared at Hunter with undisguised worry. "You're going to try to dodge the spikes in order to bring those survivors back here. Hunter, that's crazy!"
                "But it could work," he argued.
                "Then take me with you," she demanded.
                He shook his head. "It's too dangerous. If I get caught in an unexpected burst, and I lose my protective shield, you and I could both perish."
                "Terash dung." Challenger grinned. "You've got a son to father in the future."
                "Or I could be lost again for months or years," Hunter shot back. He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his short, curly hair. "Or