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new life

Chapter Eight, III.

Veran Argosis, Private Log (con’t)

“Check in,” Cornelius’s voice crackled over the comm. I checked my gear. It had been running for thirty minutes.

“Nothing,” Katie said.

“Nothing here,” Erin said.

“Empty,” I reported.

“Me too,” said Cornelius.

“I might have something,” Violet said. “I’m not sure. There is some sort of hillock a couple of yards ahead. I’m going to check it out.”

“We’ll meet you,” Cornelius said. I turned around, and began the trudge back to the shuttle.

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Mirrored from Oasis Stories.

new life

Chapter Seven, VI.

Erin was very, very dirty. She hooked the strap of the portable tunneler more securely over her shoulder. She dragged a gritty forearm over a sweaty forehead, and turned the machine on again. One more degree in this direction. The coordinates on the display of the tunneler were as precise as her quavering grip allowed. She braced her arm on the tunnel floor as best as she could. The tunneler’s green laser light circle lit the bedrock ahead of her. Aiming carefully, aware of the creaks and groans from the rock surrounding her, she switched on the shock waves and watched the stone crack into pebbles and dust and fall to the ground. Erin grumbled over the unprofessionalism of the entire affair. This should be done with real earth-manipulating equipment, a team to oversee it, and she, the engineer, to oversee the team. She put the tunneler down and picked up a humbly mundane short-handled brush and swept the accumulated rubble back down the tunnel, to the section she had cleared to man-height.

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Mirrored from Oasis Stories.