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direction, but that’s all they know.”
“Ballantine must be slipping if our employers know that much,” Bokeem said.
Tank Top studied the image for a long while before he turned and fixed his gaze on Bokeem.
“Where’s our competition at?” he asked.
“The shark?” Bokeem replied.
“No, the fucking US Navy,” Tank Top grumbled. “Yes, the fucking shark.”
“You need a nap,” Bokeem laughed. “You are one grumpy mother fucker. The shark is two days behind us.”
“Two days?” Tank Top exclaimed, almost spitting beer across the bridge. “How the fuck did it catch up so fast? That’s not going to give us much time.”
“No, it isn’t,” Bokeem said, “but we’ll have to. We were warned that the fucking thing doesn’t discriminate. It’ll eat the Monkey Balls just as happily as it will eat the Beowulf.”
“We should have fought harder against them releasing that thing,” Tank Top said as he shook his head. “They didn’t need to do that. We know how to clean up after ourselves.”
“My contact said some type of protocol had been executed. They couldn’t have stopped it if they had wanted to,” Bokeem said. He leaned forward and looked out the side window at the bow of one of the companion ships. “I have a feeling the shark is for cleaning up loose ends.”
Tank Top looked out the window as well. “As long as we aren’t one of the loose ends too.”
***
With hunks of the fishing boat still stuck in its teeth, the giant shark dove deeper and deeper, sending itself down into the ocean’s depths and darkness so it could move faster with the cold current below. Its senses told it that there were more targets above that it needed to take care of, but the call of its main target was too strong. If it got hungry enough, it would surface again and eat, but until then, it needed to close the distance on its true prey.
Other ocean creatures fled the area as fast as possible. Natural enemies that would have never stayed in close proximity to each other were forced to school in numbers that would have made marine biologists shit themselves. Fish of all sizes, from tiny, to what anglers called big game, hurried as fast as their fins and tails would take them to get away from the eating machine that had intruded upon their delicate ecosystem.
The current surrounded the massive beast and it whipped its tail back and forth to add to the force and speed that drove it on. The lesser creatures that escaped before it, were inconsequential distractions and barely registered in its focused brain. The monster cared nothing for the animals of the ocean, it was made to find and feast on the human intruders that continued to pollute its water and home, but was it home?
No matter how natural it felt to the shark to be swimming free in the open ocean, a small part of it longed for the sheltered bay that it had spent its short life in. It wanted to circle, circle, circle, over and over again, and wait for the screams from above the surface that signaled a meal was being thrown in. That was the focus and simplicity it truly craved.
Circle, circle, circle, wait, listen, and then eat.
That tiny part of its brain was overridden by the artificial need programmed into it to hunt down prey it had never seen, never known, and until a couple days before, had never wanted. The great monster could do nothing to stop its relentless drive to find the Beowulf III and devour it whole.
Chapter Three- All In This Alone
Carlos stood before Team Grendel, his arms crossed over his less than tone chest, and glared. He hated having to give demonstrations on equipment that any six year old could figure out.
“The channel guns have been modified so they have more stopping power and no longer need to be submerged to be effective,” he said as his fellow weapon smith, Ingrid, held the large rifle in her hands. “The slugs are now aerodynamic as well as hydrodynamic.”
“They fly and swim!” Max
“Ballantine must be slipping if our employers know that much,” Bokeem said.
Tank Top studied the image for a long while before he turned and fixed his gaze on Bokeem.
“Where’s our competition at?” he asked.
“The shark?” Bokeem replied.
“No, the fucking US Navy,” Tank Top grumbled. “Yes, the fucking shark.”
“You need a nap,” Bokeem laughed. “You are one grumpy mother fucker. The shark is two days behind us.”
“Two days?” Tank Top exclaimed, almost spitting beer across the bridge. “How the fuck did it catch up so fast? That’s not going to give us much time.”
“No, it isn’t,” Bokeem said, “but we’ll have to. We were warned that the fucking thing doesn’t discriminate. It’ll eat the Monkey Balls just as happily as it will eat the Beowulf.”
“We should have fought harder against them releasing that thing,” Tank Top said as he shook his head. “They didn’t need to do that. We know how to clean up after ourselves.”
“My contact said some type of protocol had been executed. They couldn’t have stopped it if they had wanted to,” Bokeem said. He leaned forward and looked out the side window at the bow of one of the companion ships. “I have a feeling the shark is for cleaning up loose ends.”
Tank Top looked out the window as well. “As long as we aren’t one of the loose ends too.”
***
With hunks of the fishing boat still stuck in its teeth, the giant shark dove deeper and deeper, sending itself down into the ocean’s depths and darkness so it could move faster with the cold current below. Its senses told it that there were more targets above that it needed to take care of, but the call of its main target was too strong. If it got hungry enough, it would surface again and eat, but until then, it needed to close the distance on its true prey.
Other ocean creatures fled the area as fast as possible. Natural enemies that would have never stayed in close proximity to each other were forced to school in numbers that would have made marine biologists shit themselves. Fish of all sizes, from tiny, to what anglers called big game, hurried as fast as their fins and tails would take them to get away from the eating machine that had intruded upon their delicate ecosystem.
The current surrounded the massive beast and it whipped its tail back and forth to add to the force and speed that drove it on. The lesser creatures that escaped before it, were inconsequential distractions and barely registered in its focused brain. The monster cared nothing for the animals of the ocean, it was made to find and feast on the human intruders that continued to pollute its water and home, but was it home?
No matter how natural it felt to the shark to be swimming free in the open ocean, a small part of it longed for the sheltered bay that it had spent its short life in. It wanted to circle, circle, circle, over and over again, and wait for the screams from above the surface that signaled a meal was being thrown in. That was the focus and simplicity it truly craved.
Circle, circle, circle, wait, listen, and then eat.
That tiny part of its brain was overridden by the artificial need programmed into it to hunt down prey it had never seen, never known, and until a couple days before, had never wanted. The great monster could do nothing to stop its relentless drive to find the Beowulf III and devour it whole.
Chapter Three- All In This Alone
Carlos stood before Team Grendel, his arms crossed over his less than tone chest, and glared. He hated having to give demonstrations on equipment that any six year old could figure out.
“The channel guns have been modified so they have more stopping power and no longer need to be submerged to be effective,” he said as his fellow weapon smith, Ingrid, held the large rifle in her hands. “The slugs are now aerodynamic as well as hydrodynamic.”
“They fly and swim!” Max
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