The Red Phoenix 12: Strength Comes in Numbers Read Online Free Page B
Author: Ken Bush
expression of fear.
“Tritium is an important component in nuclear weapons,” Hart commented. “My assumption is this energy is highly combustible and if its elements do match that of tritium, there is no telling what could happen if it caused an explosion.”
“Are you thinking toxic fallout?” asked Aldridge.
“Very possible,” Hart answered. “Maybe even deadly if the fallout vapors were inhaled.”
Aldridge watched his wonder of bluish vapors inside, wondering if his dream was ever going to take flight. He looked at his forearm, noticing a mosquito near his elbow, preparing to draw his blood. He flicked the insect away from him.
“Only in Texas are there damn bugs in a secured science lab,” he mumbled, noticing a gas mask on the desk next to a cactus plant the size of a prickly cucumber in a flowerpot on Hart’s desk.
Aldridge put on the gas mask to help dissolve some of his boredom, toying with the open metal chest.
“How do I look in this, Hart?” he asked.
“Like you’re ready for chemical warfare,” Hart chuckled, typing something else on his keyboard.
“This metal chest is something, huh?” asked Aldridge, looking it over.
“It certainly would have caught my attention had I been on the moon,” Hart responded, scanning through more screens.
“I’m going in for another try,” stated Miles in a confident tone, moving his robotic-hands closer to the light.
“Stanley, maybe that’s not a good idea,” stated Hart, fixing his glasses, leaning back in his chair.
“Stand by, not to worry,” stated Miles. “I just want to see how it handles aggressive physical contact one more time. It’s been so damn moody with me.”
Heaton stepped up next to Miles to watch.
“Hart is right, Miles,” stated Aldridge through the gas mask, setting the metal chest back on Hart’s desk. “Maybe it only wants me to be near it since I’m the one that set it free.”
Miles grasped the light with both hands like he was choking it. The entire lab lit up with a bright, white flash like the sun. The glass case exploded with a sonic boom, shooting glass outwards, incinerating Miles and Heaton in a flash. The force threw Aldridge across the lab until he hit the wall, collapsing to the floor behind some control panels. Hart was thrown out of his chair in a backward somersault, landing on his face. Dunn and his glass display were blown against a wall, shattering all over the flasks, cutting Dunn’s face, arms and chest with bleeding lacerations. He fell to the floor on his face unconscious.
The phantasma drifted upwards to the center of the room, fluctuating colors from white and blue vapors to red vapors like it was angry from being mishandled. A green, thin, murky mist billowed from the apparition as it continued to change colors, permeating throughout the lab within seconds.
Aldridge picked himself up in shock, breathing heavily, frightened. He looked at the misty light, changing from red to blue vapors that was levitating towards the ceiling, echoing louder with whispery sounds. He whimpered as his eyes watered, watching the thing that was going to bring him everything he ever dreamed of but had just become a nightmare.
Hart got up and looked up at the light, breathing in the green mist that was like a blanket of fog throughout the lab. Dunn was still unconscious on the floor.
“What the h-hell happened, Aldridge?” Hart stammered, gazing at the apparition, scared.
“I think we pissed it off,” Aldridge replied, worried.
“We need to get—”
Hart sounded like he was choking, holding his throat before he dropped to the floor, gasping for air.
“Hart?” asked Aldridge, trying to help him.
Hart went unconscious. Aldridge looked across the lab in awe, watching something in the form of an insect grow larger on the floor until it was an oversized, mutated creature with long legs, wings and a
“Tritium is an important component in nuclear weapons,” Hart commented. “My assumption is this energy is highly combustible and if its elements do match that of tritium, there is no telling what could happen if it caused an explosion.”
“Are you thinking toxic fallout?” asked Aldridge.
“Very possible,” Hart answered. “Maybe even deadly if the fallout vapors were inhaled.”
Aldridge watched his wonder of bluish vapors inside, wondering if his dream was ever going to take flight. He looked at his forearm, noticing a mosquito near his elbow, preparing to draw his blood. He flicked the insect away from him.
“Only in Texas are there damn bugs in a secured science lab,” he mumbled, noticing a gas mask on the desk next to a cactus plant the size of a prickly cucumber in a flowerpot on Hart’s desk.
Aldridge put on the gas mask to help dissolve some of his boredom, toying with the open metal chest.
“How do I look in this, Hart?” he asked.
“Like you’re ready for chemical warfare,” Hart chuckled, typing something else on his keyboard.
“This metal chest is something, huh?” asked Aldridge, looking it over.
“It certainly would have caught my attention had I been on the moon,” Hart responded, scanning through more screens.
“I’m going in for another try,” stated Miles in a confident tone, moving his robotic-hands closer to the light.
“Stanley, maybe that’s not a good idea,” stated Hart, fixing his glasses, leaning back in his chair.
“Stand by, not to worry,” stated Miles. “I just want to see how it handles aggressive physical contact one more time. It’s been so damn moody with me.”
Heaton stepped up next to Miles to watch.
“Hart is right, Miles,” stated Aldridge through the gas mask, setting the metal chest back on Hart’s desk. “Maybe it only wants me to be near it since I’m the one that set it free.”
Miles grasped the light with both hands like he was choking it. The entire lab lit up with a bright, white flash like the sun. The glass case exploded with a sonic boom, shooting glass outwards, incinerating Miles and Heaton in a flash. The force threw Aldridge across the lab until he hit the wall, collapsing to the floor behind some control panels. Hart was thrown out of his chair in a backward somersault, landing on his face. Dunn and his glass display were blown against a wall, shattering all over the flasks, cutting Dunn’s face, arms and chest with bleeding lacerations. He fell to the floor on his face unconscious.
The phantasma drifted upwards to the center of the room, fluctuating colors from white and blue vapors to red vapors like it was angry from being mishandled. A green, thin, murky mist billowed from the apparition as it continued to change colors, permeating throughout the lab within seconds.
Aldridge picked himself up in shock, breathing heavily, frightened. He looked at the misty light, changing from red to blue vapors that was levitating towards the ceiling, echoing louder with whispery sounds. He whimpered as his eyes watered, watching the thing that was going to bring him everything he ever dreamed of but had just become a nightmare.
Hart got up and looked up at the light, breathing in the green mist that was like a blanket of fog throughout the lab. Dunn was still unconscious on the floor.
“What the h-hell happened, Aldridge?” Hart stammered, gazing at the apparition, scared.
“I think we pissed it off,” Aldridge replied, worried.
“We need to get—”
Hart sounded like he was choking, holding his throat before he dropped to the floor, gasping for air.
“Hart?” asked Aldridge, trying to help him.
Hart went unconscious. Aldridge looked across the lab in awe, watching something in the form of an insect grow larger on the floor until it was an oversized, mutated creature with long legs, wings and a
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