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Sharks from Mars Book 1
Sharks from Mars Book 1
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In 2317 the Mars colonization project comes under attack. Bloodthirsty creatures from the depths of the “Red Planet” zero-in on the inhabitants. Can Earth survive the horror that is Sharks from Mars? Book 1 of the trilogy.
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    Sharks from Mars Book 1 - Patrick J Russell

    Sharks from Mars

    Book 1

    By Patrick J. Russell

    Published by Patrick J. Russell

    Copyright Year: 2016

    Copyright Notice: By Patrick J. Russell.

    All rights reserved.

    The above information forms this copyright notice: © 2016 By Patrick J. Russell.

    ISBN 978-1-365-26136-7

    Printed in the United States of America

    October 2016

    First Edition

    Dedication

    This book is a result of me being held against my will and forced to watch countless hours of television. After days of abuse, I cried out: The bastards have done everything except sharks from Mars! Blame or appreciation for the existence of this book can only go to Sylvia. Thank you for all the cruel and unusual punishment that made Sharks from Mars possible.

    Chapter One

    THURSDAY, JANUARY 11, 2317

    The sky is a study in contrast. Half is tranquil and clear; one can see all the way to a distant blood-red horizon. What remains of the morning sky is turmoil and chaos. Six giant dust devils blast the landscape as they race ahead of a wall of darkness that consumes everything in its path. Now windy and cold, by day’s end it would be windy and much colder with temperatures plummeting to minus two-hundred degrees Fahrenheit at night. This is the way of the world, when that world is Mars.

    A spacecraft emerges from the wall of darkness and deftly maneuvers between and around the menacing dust giants. The ship, flying several meters above the ground outruns the half-dozen tempests. Carrier 1 to base, we’ll be making better time, we’ve just cleared the main storm, the pilot reports.

    The vehicle is a personnel carrier. There are seven people aboard. The cabin contains the pilot and navigator. Five people sit in a separate compartment in back.

    What is your ETA? a voice from Mars Base; it is Major Frank Wheeler. His tone is severe.

    We will be on site in ten minutes. Can’t push it any faster… wind gusts could tip this buggy… Oh, yeah, and I want to avoid flying into any rock outcrops, Captain Kate Murphy relates the facts as she monitors the ship’s systems and pilots the craft.

    You’re not going to like this captain… the mission is being cut short because of worsening weather, the operations officer back at Mars Base relays the latest orders to the crew. Continue on to the location. Collect as much information on the nature of the malfunction. Repairs have been scrubbed for the day. You copy? Major Wheeler much like the Martian weather grows more inhospitable as the minutes pass.

    I copy that Mars Base, Captain Murphy with frustration. Dorfman will be heartbroken and what the hell am I supposed to do with the rest of the day? the pilot, sarcastically.

    Dorfman will have to get over it. The weather is going bad faster than we anticipated. We are doing the best we can without the satellites, Major Wheeler responds defensively.

    Another voice breaks in, No kidding around Murphy, based on your own observations the storms will be increasing substantially in the next hour. Get back here ASAP. No worries about an unproductive day captain, you have plenty of mission reports to get caught up on, it was the base commander, Colonel Mad Anthony Fox. You copy?

    I don’t feel so well. I may be coming down with something, Captain Murphy.

    Mission reports seem to do that to you a lot, captain Colonel Fox replies dryly.

    This is serious, I could be contagious. I probably need to be quarantined for twenty-four hours, just to play it safe, Murphy suggests.

    Nice try Murphy, but you’re going to get caught up on your mission reports and you’re not getting a day off either, the colonel booms triumphantly. The base commander continues, Don’t let the eggheads delay you. Dorfman isn’t going to have much time to diagnose the problem. Don’t waste time debating the issue with the good doctor… he’s going to have to deal with surprise weather events like the rest of us until we get the satellite situation under control. You gotta shoot and scoot kiddo… find out what’s wrong with the pumping station…if you can…that’s it. there was a brief pause in transmission as the colonel considers if there was something else he wanted to add, when he found none he said, copy?

    Shoot the eggheads and scoot. I copy, Murphy confirms the reception of orders with a slight but significant reinterpretation of the colonel’s directives.

    Better yet, the base commander answers while laughing.

    Once the communication with Mars Base is complete the navigator comments to the pilot, Good luck breaking the news to Dorfman. He’s already in a mood.

    He’s a freak… wind him any tighter and he’ll snap and fly across the carrier’s cargo bay, Murphy smiles as she visualizes a snapped Dorfman flying across the cargo bay of the personnel carrier.

    And you feel it’s your duty to do the snapping? the navigator.

    It’s not that I don’t like Dorfman, I do. He’s an easy target though, low hanging fruit, the ultimate dork in space. Edwin is furious and rightly so. He’s got to come out on a particularly bad day and do the work of a plumber. Dorfman hates leaving the safety of the base. And it’s not even his field of expertise. The brass could have literally sent dozens of other people instead of Dorfman to lead the team, but they sent the professor instead. Poor bastard, I love the guy, Murphy laughs wildly.

    I am concerned that my proximity to you may adversely affect my career, the navigator considered aloud.

    Honey, you should be far more concerned with the fact that it’s taken you this long to figure that out. To be honest you have more immediate concerns than your career. I am trouble junior. Dangerous, Murphy made the pronouncement with a smile.

    Ha, ha, Johnny Deluca, the navigator laughs nervously. The young man gripped each armrest of the chair he was sitting in as if his life depended on it despite the elaborate safety belt that held him securely in place. You could slow down. My life flashing before my eyes has me reconsidering that I may not live long enough to have a career.

    See, that’s where you’re wrong. I can’t slow down. No time. I have orders… you know? Besides, having your life flash before you, is a great way to pass the time and it could put things into perspective for you… you know, so you can determine what’s important and what’s not, the pilot, a woman in her early twenties advises while focusing on her work.

    I’m sure, I’m not the only one sorting their existential cards on this mission. We shouldn’t even be out in these conditions, the navigator.

    Yes, we have no happy travelers today, Murphy nods towards the personnel carrier’s aft compartment.

    Can you blame them? No one and I mean no one, wants to be here. Jones has a cold that we’ve been passing around since we got here. He holds the record for being sick longer than anyone. The four others will surely be ill by day’s end and praying for death by tomorrow. The navigator’s eyes dart around the cabin nervously while he talks as the carrier shakes violently from a dust devil forming nearby.

    Yee-haw! Ride ‘em cowgirl! Murphy shouts as she pilots the craft through turbulent wind.

    Talk about wound too tight, the navigator ignoring the pilot, points to a video monitor displaying the personnel in the carrier’s hold. "If Lieutenant Monroe

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