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Bones of the Past | Bones of the Past
I picked up the PKE unit from my backpack, and thumbed the power switch to standby, in this mode it runs on basic power and will activate on any medium level PK readings. As I pushed the switch it slightly hummed and a series of blue lights started to pace down the sensor arms. I sat it in my lap. Also in the pack was my copy of the book, I pulled it out and opened the cover to the first page.
He started the book with this sentence,
Cold air was creeping over my face, I peeled an eyelid open, and it was still dark. The Ute had stopped, and the Rapid team was standing out side, smoking and chatting amongst them selves. It looked like a nature reserve we were stopped at but it was still to dark to see for sure. I placed a finger into the door latch and pulled it, the door clicked open and I stepped out onto a gravel road. Logan looked over and nodded once, his way of saying hello.
Miles mobile phone began to vibrate on the bonnet of the truck; he looked at Logan then turned away as he answered it.
I walked back out of the room. Quickly looked around then noticed a locked door in the corner. On the way to the door I plucked all the sheets in the room, Ionization Decay Meter, Plasmatic Refractor, Field generator and the final sheet were lockers. I looked towards the door, then towards to the lockers. I stopped and wiped the dust from the nameplates.
A few hours passed, the drop bears had been returned to a safer environment, and Logan and I had moved all the equipment to the mechanical bay close to the roller door.
Logan tried the automatic roller door control. He pushed the button next to the door. Nothing happened. He pushed it again; the door started to lift up, and then was quickly followed by a little smoke and a few electrical sparks. He then shrugged, grabbed hold of the chain to manually open the door. The roller door started to rise.
Miles reversed the Ute to the entrance. Then hopped out.
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