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equivalent was in knots. He had no idea how fast they were traveling now, but they had to go faster. The birds were passing them quickly. Kyle got his line up, then grabbed both fishing poles. He looked out at the ocean and gasped in terror at what he saw.
He didn’t need the binoculars to see they were drawing closer. In addition to dolphins, there were other fish big and small as well as whales, porpoises and what looked to be like sailfish and swordfish. And was that a shark? The ocean was now alive with the activity of fish and other aquatic life swimming quickly past them, some completely overtaking the boat. The bigger fish definitely had the advantage of speed. Kyle took a quick look around, his heart hammering, then glanced ahead at what was gaining on them.
The first wave was less than two thousand feet away and rapidly catching up. A whale leaped through the air and splashed back into the water. Great foams of water crashed over the other creatures. A dolphin leaped through the air, flinging itself like a missile. Kyle was transfixed by the scene. Dolphins don’t leap out of the water with that much strength! It was almost as if they were in a mad dash to escape from something that was chasing them.
Amid the mad cries of the birds and the sounds of the fish swimming by the boat, there was another sound that Kyle couldn’t place at first. The ocean was in turmoil, the foamy sea seeming to boil in a solid mass toward them. Kyle looked around at the ocean and his heart stopped as he saw a foam of red settling in the water. Blood?
“Oh shit!” Kyle breathed. He stared wide-eyed at the back end of a dolphin, its tail floating about fifty yards from the boat. Something had cut it cleanly in two. The engine’s rudder? Impossible!
From the upper deck where Hank was at the wheel, he yelled out. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck is going on? These goddamn things are swimming past us!”
The wave of sound that was riding the ocean suddenly became more discernable to Kyle. In a way, it sounded like thousands of castanets clicking together. Just a constant unsynchronized Click-click, Click-click, Click-click!
A splash of red caught his eye and Kyle glanced to the left. A fish leaped in the air twenty feet away, half of its body sheared completely off. A giant lobster claw the size of a table crashed into the water amid the blood. From beneath the surface of the ocean, Kyle saw another gigantic claw snap shut over a large yellowfish tuna. Kyle gasped as he took in the size of the creature through the brief glimpse—it had to be the size of a small fishing boat!
It was obvious what everything was fleeing from. There were literally thousands of these things in the ocean!
CLICK-CLICK, CLICK-CLICK, CLICK-CLICK!
Kyle could feel the boat going faster, but it wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed both pairs of binoculars by their straps with one hand, grabbed the fishing rods with the other and took one last look just as something else leaped out of the ocean in a mad attempt at escape from the frenzied horde below.
Kyle gasped, frozen in terror at what was flying toward him. It was a Great White Shark over twenty feet long and it had launched itself out of the ocean!
“Oh fuck!” Kyle screamed.
Luckily he didn’t feel pain as it slammed into him mouth first and plowed into the rear deck of the yacht. Kyle was killed instantly.
His sister Carrie, her boyfriend Hank, and his girlfriend Melody weren’t so lucky.
Southern California Marine Institute, Long Beach, California
Dr. Alfred Post examined the shattered remains of the creature that had been transported from Huntington Beach earlier in the morning, his features grim.
He was safely ensconced in his lab with the best equipment in his field. To access the lab, one had to have a special security-coded badge. The only people who had access was Dr. Post, his colleague Dr. Pete Brunner, and three lab assistants—Julie Hawthorne, Dan Collins, and Chelsea King.
He didn’t need the binoculars to see they were drawing closer. In addition to dolphins, there were other fish big and small as well as whales, porpoises and what looked to be like sailfish and swordfish. And was that a shark? The ocean was now alive with the activity of fish and other aquatic life swimming quickly past them, some completely overtaking the boat. The bigger fish definitely had the advantage of speed. Kyle took a quick look around, his heart hammering, then glanced ahead at what was gaining on them.
The first wave was less than two thousand feet away and rapidly catching up. A whale leaped through the air and splashed back into the water. Great foams of water crashed over the other creatures. A dolphin leaped through the air, flinging itself like a missile. Kyle was transfixed by the scene. Dolphins don’t leap out of the water with that much strength! It was almost as if they were in a mad dash to escape from something that was chasing them.
Amid the mad cries of the birds and the sounds of the fish swimming by the boat, there was another sound that Kyle couldn’t place at first. The ocean was in turmoil, the foamy sea seeming to boil in a solid mass toward them. Kyle looked around at the ocean and his heart stopped as he saw a foam of red settling in the water. Blood?
“Oh shit!” Kyle breathed. He stared wide-eyed at the back end of a dolphin, its tail floating about fifty yards from the boat. Something had cut it cleanly in two. The engine’s rudder? Impossible!
From the upper deck where Hank was at the wheel, he yelled out. “Jesus Christ, what the fuck is going on? These goddamn things are swimming past us!”
The wave of sound that was riding the ocean suddenly became more discernable to Kyle. In a way, it sounded like thousands of castanets clicking together. Just a constant unsynchronized Click-click, Click-click, Click-click!
A splash of red caught his eye and Kyle glanced to the left. A fish leaped in the air twenty feet away, half of its body sheared completely off. A giant lobster claw the size of a table crashed into the water amid the blood. From beneath the surface of the ocean, Kyle saw another gigantic claw snap shut over a large yellowfish tuna. Kyle gasped as he took in the size of the creature through the brief glimpse—it had to be the size of a small fishing boat!
It was obvious what everything was fleeing from. There were literally thousands of these things in the ocean!
CLICK-CLICK, CLICK-CLICK, CLICK-CLICK!
Kyle could feel the boat going faster, but it wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed both pairs of binoculars by their straps with one hand, grabbed the fishing rods with the other and took one last look just as something else leaped out of the ocean in a mad attempt at escape from the frenzied horde below.
Kyle gasped, frozen in terror at what was flying toward him. It was a Great White Shark over twenty feet long and it had launched itself out of the ocean!
“Oh fuck!” Kyle screamed.
Luckily he didn’t feel pain as it slammed into him mouth first and plowed into the rear deck of the yacht. Kyle was killed instantly.
His sister Carrie, her boyfriend Hank, and his girlfriend Melody weren’t so lucky.
Southern California Marine Institute, Long Beach, California
Dr. Alfred Post examined the shattered remains of the creature that had been transported from Huntington Beach earlier in the morning, his features grim.
He was safely ensconced in his lab with the best equipment in his field. To access the lab, one had to have a special security-coded badge. The only people who had access was Dr. Post, his colleague Dr. Pete Brunner, and three lab assistants—Julie Hawthorne, Dan Collins, and Chelsea King.
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