The Catherine Kimbridge Chronicles #8, Replicants by Beery Andrew

Author:Beery, Andrew [Beery, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-06-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16: Rescue…

JJ was, in a word, sore. He ached in places he didn’t know existed. If pain and discomfort had a name it was most certainly Sergeant First Class Jeremy James Hammond.

His arms hurt where the bone had knit poorly. His right leg was now slightly longer than his left… again a poorly knit bone was to blame. The good news was the medical nanites had done their jobs. His bones might be crooked but they were strong.

He had been dumped unceremoniously into a cell and left to rot. There was no bed, no water, and no food… not even a bucket to take a piss in. Just a single metal stool. He walked painfully around the cell. The cell was designed for Gators. That much was obvious. The question was: Could that bit of information help him?

Gators were naturally stronger. No help. Humans were typically taller and could jump higher. His misshaped legs negated that advantage. He looked up. There was nothing he could see that would help him there. Gators preferred moist environments. The cell was bone dry. Score one for the home team… he liked his prison cells dry – but no help with regard to escaping. Gators liked it dark. The cell was brightly lit… JJ paused. Now here was a possibility.

The lighting appeared to be electric luminescing panels built into the ceiling. He wondered; just how much amperage did the wires that fed those panels carry? If it was high enough, and if there was enough play in the length of the power conduits, he might be able to rig a nasty surprise.

JJ moved the stool so it stood under the light panel mounted in the ceiling just above the door. By standing on the stool he could almost reach the light. If his leg hadn’t been buggered up he could easily have jumped and hit the light. He decided it was worth a try anyway. The results left something to be desired. He hit the panel with his fist, shattering it in the process but his landing was awkward and left him seeing stars for several minutes.

On his next jump he managed to grab the edge of the now shattered lighting panel. He hung in the air by one hand and attempted to pull the wiring down from the panel with his other hand. He had managed to pull a good bit of the power conduit out of the ceiling and into the room when one of the wires shorted and sent a serious jolt through his body. It was enough to stop his heart. He remembered thinking… ‘Yeah, I finally managed to kill myself’ as his grip loosened and he fell to the ground in an inelegant heap. Sadly his medical nanites kicked in and soon his heart was pumping blood again. It seemed he would have to die another day.

He was still contemplating the possibilities when the latch on the door started to rattle. He quickly moved to the side near where the door would swing open.

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