Oblivion Threshold by J.R. Mabry & B.J. West

Author:J.R. Mabry & B.J. West [Mabry, J.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Apocryphile Press

“Why isn’t he saying anything?” Emma groused. She activated her microphone. “Captain, tell us what you’re seeing.”

“Uh…” Tan said.

“Uh, what?”

“Uh…you’ve got to look at this.”

Emma scowled at the medical doctor, but rushed over to his side and looked at his viewscreens. “What am I supposed be looking at?”

“You’re supposed to be looking at life signs,” Tan said. “But there aren’t any.”

“How could there…oh, Jesus.” Emma looked up at the larger viewscreens, expecting to see Bowers, blissed out in his chair—or dead. Instead she saw an empty room. She bolted for the isolation ring, Tan and Suarez on her heels. She opened the outer portal hatch and raced inside. Once through the inner portal, she stopped and gasped. The chair was gone. All the cables running to it seemed to have been neatly and uniformly severed. “What the…?” She moved into the room, her jaw dropping, her head swimming. She felt as though she were viewing the whole scene from afar, somehow. She turned and faced Tan and Suarez. “Where the fuck did he go?”

No one said anything. Emma began to chew on her fingernails. She felt her pulse quicken. She was starting to panic. Just then she saw a red light in her neural. She accessed it.

—I think I goofed.

It was from Jeff. She let out a breath and pointed at her eye. “Bowers.”

—Where are you?

—Ladakh, apparently. India.

—What the fuck are you doing in Ladakh?

—Eating yak skewers.

—Yak skewers?

—Yes. They’re delicious.

Emma blinked. “He’s in India. Eating yak skewers,” she said to Tan and Suarez.

—I need a ride.

Emma began to laugh.

“What?” asked Tan.

“Mr. Suarez, I hate to do this to you, but we need to get you to Regina. You’re on the next military transport to Asia. We have a captain and a chair to retrieve.”

Suarez didn’t look very happy about this news. She didn’t blame him.

—Suarez is on his way.

—Can’t you send someone less threatening?

—Man up, Captain.

Emma leaned against the wall of the donut and crossed her arms. “So we know two things. One, Bowers can indeed move something larger than a picture frame.”

“That’s good, right?” Tan asked.

“That’s very good.”

“What’s the other thing?”

“We know that in about twelve hours he’s going to be as sick as a dog. Doctor, we’re going to need a prescription for some altitude sickness meds. And Suarez, get going before the captain passes out on the street.”

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