Eine UFO Erzählung von Lightcudder translation by Toria Keith Ford sah sich mit gerunzelter Stirn in der Mensa um; um die Mittagszeit aßen die meisten Kollegen hier und es war kaum ein Tisch frei. Er hatte keine Lust, sich mit dem medizinischen Personal zusammenzusetzen, die eine Vorliebe dafür hatten, sich während des Essens über ihre Arbeit zu unterhalten. Es gab noch einen Tisch, an dem erst ein Platz besetzt war….
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“Captain, a personal call for you, channel two.” “Thanks.” Lew Waterman put his reports aside. The cabin door shut and he switched the phone button. “Waterman.” “Hey Lew, how are you, old man?” The voice of Colonel Collins sounded far away, disturbed by noise interferences. “It’s more difficult to get in touch with you than a pay raise from Commander Straker.” “Uh, Craig, I’m not that old, only five months…
He had a flat tyre. Today of all days; a flat tyre. He stood and looked at the car, hoping that he was mistaken, that it was a trick of the light, or soft ground or anything other than the obvious. But no. A flat tyre is a flat tyre, no matter how you look at it. Paul Foster sighed and gave it a kick. After his two-hour workout along…
1. Paul Foster climbed into the jet. Jim, his co-pilot, started the check procedure. “Take off in two minutes.” “Roger”, Foster murmured. He had an uncomfortable feeling while the test plane rolled into her start position. “What’s the matter, Paul?” Jim asked while they waited for the take-off clearance from the tower. “Don’t know, but … last night I had the nightmare of the UFO again.” “Oh that”, his comrade…
Lew Waterman opened the entry door of the Northern Health Centre. He was late, his flight from Moonbase had been delayed and the drive through Glasgow had cost him more time than expected. He leapt two stairs at a time as he rushed to the second floor where he hoped to find Craig Collins. Only two days ago Collins had got the go-ahead from Dr. Adams, the leader of the…
Er hakte hinter Fosters Fuß und brachte ihn aus dem Gleichgewicht. Foster krachte auf die Matte, Lew Waterman über ihm. Bevor er reagieren konnte, drückte Lew ihn mit seinem Gewicht auf den Boden und gab ihm keine Chance, sich zu befreien. „Gibst du auf?“ presste Waterman zwischen zusammengebissenen Zähnen hervor. „Ja, ja, lass mich los“, keuchte Foster. Lew rollte sich vom Körper seines Gegners herunter, bevor er leichtfüßig aufsprang. Er…
He caught Foster’s leg and swiped it away, catching him off balance. Foster crashed onto the mat, Lew Waterman on top of him before he could retaliate. Lew pinned him down and sprawled on the body, not giving him any possibility of moving. “Do you surrender?” Waterman hissed through clenched jaws. “Yes, yes, let me go,” Paul Foster gasped. Lew rolled aside before flipping himself back to his feet. He…
TAGS: violence, torture WARNINGS: contains some violence and torture Colonel Foster rushed into Miss Ealand’s office, knowing he was going to be late for his appointment and nearly collided with Ed Straker who stood just behind the entrance door. “Oh, I’m sorry, sir!” Foster stepped back and looked with a sheepish grin at his commander. “Sorry about steamrolling me or sorry about being too late?” Straker couldn’t restrain a slight…
Dr. Jackson’s gaze rested on her calm face. He studied each detail of her flawless beauty, the long purple lashes over her now shut eyes, the rolling line of her tiny nose and the peach-like skin which complemented with perfection her rose-coloured lips. Divine. He reached out to gently stroke over her folded hands. “My love. Everything’s going to be alright,” he murmured, letting her hands go and turned to…