Intergalactic Terrorist (New Dimension Book 1) by J. F. Monahan Page A
Authors: J. F. Monahan
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Greebol. He might not understand that Charlie woke up these sleeping aliens by accident.
Realising how long he had spent sitting by himself in this room, Charlie decided to head back into the main circular area. He didn’t want Greebol to think he had been ‘snooping’. He stepped over to the door, pressed the nipple-shaped button and stepped through.
Chapter 8
“Ah there you are! I was wondering where you had got to,” said Greebol as Charlie stepped back into the circular room. He tried not to act suspicious but in doing so made him look like the most suspicious man on the planet. He could have been guilty of the great train robbery or the murder of J.F.K.
Luckily Greebol did not seem to pick up on it. He was more concerned with a long, thin device in his hand with a simple red button on the end. He entered what appeared to be coordinates into the device then pressed the red button.
A strange noise that could only be described as a shimmering sound emitted from the end of the device, followed by a glow that also could only be described as a shimmer. The glow stopped at the ground where, to Charlie’s amazement, something was appearing out of thin air. It dazzled and sparked and flickered, but slowly whatever it was grew solid.
Within seconds there was a large bag on the floor by Greebol’s feet. The alien explained that the device was a Through Interspace Transportation System , or TITS for short. He had basically transported the bag from one place to another by splitting the item into billions of tiny pieces that travelled through subspace to the coordinates inputted by the control device.
Greebol didn’t seem too interested in explaining this brilliant piece of technology to Charlie right now. He was more interested in the bag by his feet. It interested Charlie also as the bag was about the size of a man. Whatever was inside seemed to be squirming like a man would inside a bag. Also there was a muffled sound, that was similar to that a man would make who was trapped inside a bag. All in all, Charlie was pretty sure that there was a man inside that bag.
“Been touring the electrical?” asked Greebol.
“I was looking for the bathroom,” responded Charlie very matter-of-factly and a little too defensively.
“Oh good,” said Greebol with his usual wide mouthed smile under the moustache that made whoever looked at him rather uncomfortable, “did you find it?”
“Yes thank you,” Charlie lied.
“Excellent, excellent,” said Greebol as he placed the bag in the centre of the room. He reached inside his suit jacket and removed a small metal box about the size of the palm of one’s hand and placed it on the metal table. “A funny thing…” he continued, “there is no bathroom onboard my electrical.”
Charlie went red. His heart missed a beat. He needed to say something and fast. But what? “Then I apologise as I might have just pissed on your bed,” he said and could have kicked himself straight after.
To Charlie’s luck, Greebol laughed. “When you have got to go you have got to go!” the masked alien chuckled. “You know… I like you. We are going to get along just fine I know it!”
‘Going to get along fine?’ thought Charlie, ‘how long are we planning on staying together for?’
“Greebol?” he said after a brief pause, “I’ll probably regret asking this but… what’s in the bag?”
“I am very glad you asked Charlie my friend! It is someone who can help us fix our electrical!”
He knew it! There was a man inside that bag. And Charlie was concerned at Greebol’s use of the words ‘us’ and ‘our’.
The masked alien stepped over to the bag and untied the rope at the top. Charlie held his breath. Who was it that the crazy alien had abducted now? He had a vague idea but hoped he was wrong.
Greebol removed the bag. Charlie was
Realising how long he had spent sitting by himself in this room, Charlie decided to head back into the main circular area. He didn’t want Greebol to think he had been ‘snooping’. He stepped over to the door, pressed the nipple-shaped button and stepped through.
Chapter 8
“Ah there you are! I was wondering where you had got to,” said Greebol as Charlie stepped back into the circular room. He tried not to act suspicious but in doing so made him look like the most suspicious man on the planet. He could have been guilty of the great train robbery or the murder of J.F.K.
Luckily Greebol did not seem to pick up on it. He was more concerned with a long, thin device in his hand with a simple red button on the end. He entered what appeared to be coordinates into the device then pressed the red button.
A strange noise that could only be described as a shimmering sound emitted from the end of the device, followed by a glow that also could only be described as a shimmer. The glow stopped at the ground where, to Charlie’s amazement, something was appearing out of thin air. It dazzled and sparked and flickered, but slowly whatever it was grew solid.
Within seconds there was a large bag on the floor by Greebol’s feet. The alien explained that the device was a Through Interspace Transportation System , or TITS for short. He had basically transported the bag from one place to another by splitting the item into billions of tiny pieces that travelled through subspace to the coordinates inputted by the control device.
Greebol didn’t seem too interested in explaining this brilliant piece of technology to Charlie right now. He was more interested in the bag by his feet. It interested Charlie also as the bag was about the size of a man. Whatever was inside seemed to be squirming like a man would inside a bag. Also there was a muffled sound, that was similar to that a man would make who was trapped inside a bag. All in all, Charlie was pretty sure that there was a man inside that bag.
“Been touring the electrical?” asked Greebol.
“I was looking for the bathroom,” responded Charlie very matter-of-factly and a little too defensively.
“Oh good,” said Greebol with his usual wide mouthed smile under the moustache that made whoever looked at him rather uncomfortable, “did you find it?”
“Yes thank you,” Charlie lied.
“Excellent, excellent,” said Greebol as he placed the bag in the centre of the room. He reached inside his suit jacket and removed a small metal box about the size of the palm of one’s hand and placed it on the metal table. “A funny thing…” he continued, “there is no bathroom onboard my electrical.”
Charlie went red. His heart missed a beat. He needed to say something and fast. But what? “Then I apologise as I might have just pissed on your bed,” he said and could have kicked himself straight after.
To Charlie’s luck, Greebol laughed. “When you have got to go you have got to go!” the masked alien chuckled. “You know… I like you. We are going to get along just fine I know it!”
‘Going to get along fine?’ thought Charlie, ‘how long are we planning on staying together for?’
“Greebol?” he said after a brief pause, “I’ll probably regret asking this but… what’s in the bag?”
“I am very glad you asked Charlie my friend! It is someone who can help us fix our electrical!”
He knew it! There was a man inside that bag. And Charlie was concerned at Greebol’s use of the words ‘us’ and ‘our’.
The masked alien stepped over to the bag and untied the rope at the top. Charlie held his breath. Who was it that the crazy alien had abducted now? He had a vague idea but hoped he was wrong.
Greebol removed the bag. Charlie was
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