Universe in Flames 3: Destination Oblivion Read Online Free Page A

give me your possessions or I’ll cut you.” The man waved his blade
nervously.
    “Look, I get it. This
is a shitty place, and you’re doing what you can to survive, but believe me,
take my offer and move aside.”
    “I don’t fear
you!”
    “And yet you
should.”
    “You think you’re
tough, but I have the knife, bitch!”
    “In this case
it’s as useful as an air conditioner on a subzero planet, so I suggest you put
it down before you end up wearing it.”
    The man looked
puzzled, trying to figure out Chase’s pun. When it finally hit home he made a
face and spat on the ground.
    “You asked for it,
man,” he said, feigning confidence.
    Chase shook his
head from side to side, and then lifted one hand and made a gesture inviting
the thief to attack him. He threw himself at Chase, blade first, going for the
heart. Chase’s reaction was immediate. He caught and stopped the incoming blade
between two fingers. He exhaled, still shaking his head.
    The man watched
in terror, still trying to make the blade advance, but it wouldn’t budge at
all. Chase slowly raised his other hand and made a fist in front of the man’s
face. The man swallowed heavily.
    With a swift movement
Chase sent him flying towards the nearest wall. He impacted it a good three
feet above ground level before the blade he had used to attack Chase came at
lightning speed and pierced his left shoulder, before he hit the ground. Blood
flowed from the wound. The man screeched in agony, artificial gravity trying to
pull his body down but the blade preventing him. Chase resumed his walk and
stopped at his level.
    “Don’t kill me,
please,” implored the man.
    “I never intended
to kill you, fool. Believe me, if that had been my intention you’d have been
dead before you uttered a word. Now, I’m looking for some recreational drugs.
I’ve been told I can find them on this level, and you look like someone who
uses, so would you be so kind as to point me towards your dealer?”
    “Will you let me
down if I tell you?”
    “Are you really
in a position to negotiate?”
    “Fair en—” Before
he could finish the blade started cutting up and extending the wound, as
gravity slowly pulled the man downward.
    Chase extended
his right hand and extracted the blade with his mind, plunging it so deeply
into the opposite wall that only the handle showed. At the same time he used
his power to lower the man slowly, until his feet touched the ground.
    “So?” asked
Chase.
    The man put his
hand on the blood-gushing wound and spoke. “Take a right at end of the
corridor, then go all the way through and take the last left. Zarnor’s
operation is there.”
    Chase extended
his arm towards the man’s shoulder.
    “Please don’t
kill me. I told you what you wanted to know!”
    “Shut up and hold
still,” said Chase, removing the man’s hand from his wound and applying his own.
    He healed the man
in less than three seconds. The man looked at his closing wound and his eyes
grew with astonishment.
    “There, good as
new. I suggest you find another career path, though,” said Chase, not waiting
for an answer as he resumed walking.
    Two minutes later
he arrived at his destination. Two huge, pink-skinned goons, with bloodshot, red
eyes, stepped in front of him. Behind them a green insectoid sat at a black
desk. He spoke. “It’s invite only. Get lost!”
    “I need something
and I’ve been told you can provide it.”
    “I don’t deal
with strangers.”
    “Well, today you’ll
make an exception.”
    The insectoid
made a clicking sound and his goons jumped at Chase.
    “For the love
of—”
    Chase sprang into
the air and somersaulted behind them. He then turned around, extended his arms
and sent a powerful telekinetic wave towards the goons, who rebounded against
each other before crashing against the walls on each side of the corridor. They
collapsed on the ground with a very satisfying and synchronized thud. Chase
turned back to the insectoid.
    “Look,