GALACTIC TROUBLE SHOOTER

gts-thumbHe accidentally found out what was going on in the universe. He wanted to do something about it – that was his first mistake! Then he tried to run – mistake number 2! Now “they” are closing in and earth and the rest of the galaxy will never be the same again.

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Sample of the Book:

“The night was very black and in the distance the headlights were very faint indeed. The sensor noted the light, measured its length and performed a hundred different calculations on them and their source and after a short time it was satisfied that there was no danger to the things in its care and returned to close quarter’s surveillance mode.

In the distance the lights grew larger and came to a stop on the road near the sensor. A pair of feet emerged from the driver’s side of the car and the stranger got out. He was a tall, broad shouldered man and quite handsome in all appearance. Yet a close look at his features would reveal that this entity was slightly irritated.

In a gruff and restrained voice he said, “Discontinue physical mode” and walked off in the direction of the sensor. Behind him there was a faint buzz and the space where the car stood was now empty. If a time monitor were available and pointed at that particular spot, one would have seen the jet-black car shimmer, turn slightly silver and fade.

The man stopped and looked around. The car was gone and he surveyed his location. The moon was just showing up in the distance and with his enhanced vision he could clearly see for miles and miles around him. He was in a valley of sorts and the trees were thick near the center of the valley. He checked the main highway about five miles away and all was quiet and he continued his walk towards the center of the trees. He was about fifty miles from Belize, halfway to the next town called Stann Creek. All was quiet as it always was in Belize, British Honduras, Central America, before the rainy-season. He had just returned from one of his monitoring stations in the rain forest.

He approached a large boulder with trees tightly packed around it and paused. He scanned the area for about three miles around and noting that nothing stirred and that the sensors were quiet, he uttered “Open” and the face of the bolder, a space about ten feet high and just as wide, seemed to dissolve before his eyes.”