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Science Fiction
Publisher: CreateSpace
ISBN-10: 1546730230
Type: Fiction
Pages: 211
Copyright: May 17, 2017
ISBN-13: 9781546730231
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
Strange bones found on a storm-swept Florida beach take a couple into the sub-Atlantic base of a secret government lab. Transgenic global preparation is threatening to erupt in the devil's triangle with supernatural forces.
Green Port Beach, Florida - Hurricane warning in effect.
Two people on a beach in a storm with no plans for their world to be changed, only to find a lost dog - but what the animal unearths from a dune releases a siren call for their lives. A strange fossil disappearance, then Amber's own, leads to a high-level conspiracy to erase all evidence including Joel, a Beaches News writer who learns too late of the activities of an esteemed genetic scientist.
Transgenic global preparation is secretly underway in the depths of the Atlantic, linked to Andros Island, the Vatican, and an undersea testing center controlled by the U.S. Navy - within the devil's triangle. An ex-Seal, a fast boat and a master diver can get Joel to the myserious blue hole; but from there, spiritual weapons and supernatural forces must be deployed. The real anomaly awaits revelation.
For readers of Frank Peretti and Clive Cussler who like action, intrigue and deep-water science fiction, this novel is recommended. See reviews. Those with an interest in the paranormal, mer-people and UFO's will find food...eye-opening.
Excerpt
GREEN PORT BEACH, FLORIDA— Joel
Landon wouldn’t miss his morning beach run, even with a category-four hurricane marinating the shore. The eye was now forty miles out, moving north. He was pumping south, energized by the wind. Churning waves tossed glistening foam across his path as runoffs cut through the sand. He loved where he lived – the rhythmic sounds of the sea, the smell of the air, and the crunch of shells beneath his feet. It was nature’s own workout gym less the big city crowds.
Close to his usual turn-around, he heard a female voice, but saw no-one – just the cloudy seascape to the south, bending palms and water-streaked dunes to the west.
“Midnight.” Her cry came again.
Joel slowed his pace and rounded a dune. There she was, in a gray fitness hoodie, standing slightly over five feet tall, looking away. He stopped.
“Midni–” She turned and faced Joel, her hand reaching into a pouch at her waist. “Keep your distance!”
Joel lifted his arms.
Her hand withdrew and tossed back the hood revealing a familiar face and brown shoulder-length hair blowing in the wind. “Isn’t your name Joel?”
“Amber?” He had seen her a few times at the weekly recovery meetings.
“Thank God.”
“You were going to shoot me?” “Of course not.”
“So, who’s Midnight?”
“My black lab. He ran ahead of me somewhere into the dunes.”
“Haven’t seen him, but let me help you look.” The hurricane was eroding the coast on its pathway north, opening up new areas.
“Midnight likes to explore. What are you doing here?”
“I’ve got a place just up the beach.”
“I didn’t know there were any homes in this area.” “No regular homes.”
“Don’t say it - You’re the boat guy.”
“My reputation gets around.” Joel led the search through the dunes. “What brings you to my beach?”
“Oh, it’s your beach?” Amber had an attractive smile.
“Not really, but I like to meet those who visit.” “Fair enough. We recently moved into a rental
trailer at Oceanside RV Park – less expensive than an apartment, and right on the beach.”
“We?”
“Me and my rescue dog, Midnight.” Amber walked along with Joel while looking in all directions.
“So you like animals, or mostly dogs?” “Most animals. It helps in my work.” “Your work. Are you a vet?”
“Not me. I assist the doctor at Beaches Animal Clinic.” Amber stopped. “Wait. I hear Midnight.”
Following the excited bark they ran, finally spotting some movement through the sea oats near the bottom of a huge dune.
“Midnight?” Amber called, continuing to move closer.
The dog was deeply occupied, glued to its spot.
Water run-off from the higher inland elevation had eroded a sharp trench through the center of the dune, and it was at its base that the dog was digging furiously. Heaps of sand had been moved, exposing a long bony object.
“What have you found now?” Amber pulled a leash from the open pouch at her waist. “Midnight! Come!” She went to the animal and attached it. The dog yielded to her tug, still barking and growling as Amber restrained him.
Joel followed her gaze to the dug out area.
A well-preserved, massive fish skeleton at least six feet long lay unearthed, stretching from its fluked tail down toward the sea. He figured that it had been buried for a long time. “Some fish,” breathed Joel.
Amber edged closer while shortening the leash on Midnight. “Those appendages on the sides don’t look too much like fish fins.”
Joel stepped forward to inspect the fish, fossil, or whatever it was. What she said was true. Two opposite sets of bones stretched from the upper part of the skeleton outward from each side, just like… “arms?”
“Sea cows or dugongs have arm-like appendages,” said Amber.
Joel grabbed a piece of driftwood and pushed it into the dirt just below one of the unusual bones and slowly levered it up. What appeared connected was a shock – a splay of finger-like bones. “Do sea cows have appendages like these?”
At first Amber was silent, still intently studying the mysterious remains while trying to keep Midnight away. “Can you get the head up?”
Joel brushed the end with his stick exposing a large rounded bone. He then started to lift. At first it held tight, then something snapped and up it popped. Joel stepped back.
“If I didn’t know better…” Amber couldn’t complete the sentence.
Joel was also at a loss for words. Such things didn’t exist. He slowly scanned the skeleton – the distinct fluked tail and fish-like lower body. Then above a pelvic area, the spine and rib cage, arms, neck and skull
– almost half-human, except for one thing. “There’s no jaw,” he said.
Amber was pointing to a pile of dirt not three feet from the head. “What’s that?”
Joel saw a protruding bone that Midnight was sniffing, stepped closer, and slowly worked it free from the pile. He could feel his heart thump.
“What is it?” Midnight responded with another bark as Amber knelt for a better look. “Sit!” Finally the dog obeyed her command.
Joel ran a finger over the large dark teeth. There were two rows with a few broken off and missing. The width of the jaw was well over a foot. “He may have found a primitive shark. They have double rows.” What does the Vet’s assistant think?”
“We don’t work on sharks, but if this is from one, a lot has changed. The teeth look freakishly human. And the structure of the mandible... It seems to match the skull.”
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