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rocks and gasped for air. Noah tore strips from the bottom edge of the T-shirt he’d given Reese earlier and wrapped them around the worst of her wounds. She whimpered as the salt water in the fabric touched and burned the bleeding sucker punctures.
Once he finished his task, Noah and Reese fell into troubled sleeps until the grim gray dawn penetrated their eyelids and awakened them. He inspected her bandaged wounds and was glad to see the nasty looking puckers had shrunk a little. But they still were red raw. Were they infected? They certainly looked like it, but he wasn’t sure. After all, he wasn’t a medical doctor. But it wouldn’t hurt to soak them with antiseptic cream and have her swallow some antibiotics. But those supplies were a long way off. On the other side of the island, in Oracle’s rented boat.
Gently clutching her hand, he told her about the supplies on the docked boat.
“But what about the island we saw last night? Aren’t we going to swim over there?” Reese asked weakly.
“You wouldn’t make it in your condition,” he said softly. “First we get you the antibiotics, then we swim to the island.”
She wasn’t aware the carnivorous plants had not only drained a lot of her blood, but had sapped her energy as well. During their trek to the other side of Terror Island, her body would rapidly deplete what little strength was held in reserve and leave her enervated.
Noah lifted her to her feet, and they warily made their way between the putrid monster corpses toward the island’s southern tip. His curiosity got the best of him, and he paused to examine one of the battered rhino creatures. Birds had picked at its meat just after daybreak, and the frayed, bloody purple meat dangled like ragged laundry from its massive skeleton.
He quickly backed away from the grisly carcass. Even in death, it gave him the creeps.
Noah wordlessly assisted Reese along the treacherous rocky shoreline because she didn’t appear to have enough stamina left to hold a conversation. So that left him a lot of time to think. To worry. Would their journey be in vain? Would the antibiotic supplies still be on the boat?
He tried to push those nagging concerns out of his mind but failed.
There were only two possible responses to those irksome trepidations.
Yes , and Reese was saved and perhaps they escaped this horrible island on the boat.
No , and … game over .
9
Nick phoned Crow at their NNC headquarters back in Ohio and repeated the Mercedes and Camaro’s license plate numbers for Geronimo to trace. Gabriella pulled away from their parking spot and headed for Oracle’s Network offices as Crow promised to text him the owners’ personal information as soon as possible. Nick disconnected the call, leaned back in the generous seat, and visualized himself wearing a light gray suit, dark gray shirt, no tie, and gray leather slip-ons. Within seconds, he was clothed in the imagined outfit. This skill was yet another one of his innate mystic abilities, thanks to the plethora of strange genes his father had stirred into his alien and human DNA soup.
“You look much better,” Gabriella smiled. “And we’re on time.”
He threw his head back and laughed. It felt good to let his hair down, if only for a few moments. Gabriella emailed him the Wentworth appointment particulars earlier, so he revisited the information on his Apple computer watch. “You’re right. We have an hour to spare.”
She glanced at him at one of the frequent red lights between the hospital and the Oracle Network offices. “Okay, Nick, fill me in on your plan and where I fit in.”
He quickly outlined his scheme, emphasizing that timing was critical for her role.
Gabriella listened carefully on the trip to the Oracle Studios Torrance, California, corporate office and nodded when he finished. Nick was impressed by the modernistic architecture of the studio’s white stucco offices as they pulled into the parking lot and stopped near the
Once he finished his task, Noah and Reese fell into troubled sleeps until the grim gray dawn penetrated their eyelids and awakened them. He inspected her bandaged wounds and was glad to see the nasty looking puckers had shrunk a little. But they still were red raw. Were they infected? They certainly looked like it, but he wasn’t sure. After all, he wasn’t a medical doctor. But it wouldn’t hurt to soak them with antiseptic cream and have her swallow some antibiotics. But those supplies were a long way off. On the other side of the island, in Oracle’s rented boat.
Gently clutching her hand, he told her about the supplies on the docked boat.
“But what about the island we saw last night? Aren’t we going to swim over there?” Reese asked weakly.
“You wouldn’t make it in your condition,” he said softly. “First we get you the antibiotics, then we swim to the island.”
She wasn’t aware the carnivorous plants had not only drained a lot of her blood, but had sapped her energy as well. During their trek to the other side of Terror Island, her body would rapidly deplete what little strength was held in reserve and leave her enervated.
Noah lifted her to her feet, and they warily made their way between the putrid monster corpses toward the island’s southern tip. His curiosity got the best of him, and he paused to examine one of the battered rhino creatures. Birds had picked at its meat just after daybreak, and the frayed, bloody purple meat dangled like ragged laundry from its massive skeleton.
He quickly backed away from the grisly carcass. Even in death, it gave him the creeps.
Noah wordlessly assisted Reese along the treacherous rocky shoreline because she didn’t appear to have enough stamina left to hold a conversation. So that left him a lot of time to think. To worry. Would their journey be in vain? Would the antibiotic supplies still be on the boat?
He tried to push those nagging concerns out of his mind but failed.
There were only two possible responses to those irksome trepidations.
Yes , and Reese was saved and perhaps they escaped this horrible island on the boat.
No , and … game over .
9
Nick phoned Crow at their NNC headquarters back in Ohio and repeated the Mercedes and Camaro’s license plate numbers for Geronimo to trace. Gabriella pulled away from their parking spot and headed for Oracle’s Network offices as Crow promised to text him the owners’ personal information as soon as possible. Nick disconnected the call, leaned back in the generous seat, and visualized himself wearing a light gray suit, dark gray shirt, no tie, and gray leather slip-ons. Within seconds, he was clothed in the imagined outfit. This skill was yet another one of his innate mystic abilities, thanks to the plethora of strange genes his father had stirred into his alien and human DNA soup.
“You look much better,” Gabriella smiled. “And we’re on time.”
He threw his head back and laughed. It felt good to let his hair down, if only for a few moments. Gabriella emailed him the Wentworth appointment particulars earlier, so he revisited the information on his Apple computer watch. “You’re right. We have an hour to spare.”
She glanced at him at one of the frequent red lights between the hospital and the Oracle Network offices. “Okay, Nick, fill me in on your plan and where I fit in.”
He quickly outlined his scheme, emphasizing that timing was critical for her role.
Gabriella listened carefully on the trip to the Oracle Studios Torrance, California, corporate office and nodded when he finished. Nick was impressed by the modernistic architecture of the studio’s white stucco offices as they pulled into the parking lot and stopped near the
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