Mega 4: Behemoth Island Read Online Free PDF

Max protested, but without any real vigor. “I’m far from pliable. In fact, I can get downright—”
    “Nope,” Kinsey interrupted. “I do not want to hear the next words out of your mouth.”
    “Can you keep him in line for just a few minutes?” Thorne asked Darby. Darby shrugged. “Thank you.”
    “Stay in line,” Darby said to Max.
    “Or what?” he replied, a lascivious smirk on his face.
    “Or we play bullfighter again,” Darby replied, turning away as if that settled the conversation.
    Apparently it did. Max grimaced then made a lock the lips and throw away the key pantomime.
    “What the fuck is bullfighter?” Darren asked.
    “We don’t want to know,” Kinsey said before Darby could respond, not that she looked like she would. “TMFI.”
    The last member of Team Grendel, Lucy Durning, stood off to the side of everyone, her attention focused through the large binoculars she held to her eyes.
    “There’s shit in the water,” she said. Everyone turned to look at her, but she didn’t remove the binoculars. “Yeah. There is definitely shit in the water. The island isn’t the only place with critters. Great. Prehistoric birds in the air and what-the-fuck-evers in the water.”
    Nearly six feet tall, wide at the shoulder, with a head of shockingly red hair, Lucy could have been intimidating, but instead she was an easy-going woman that didn’t buy into macho bullshit and had nothing to prove like Kinsey or Darby seemed to. Unless it was proving she was the best at target practice against the Reynolds boys. Shooters gotta shoot, snipers gotta snipe.
    “Yes, I was afraid the facility may have been working on aquatics,” Ballantine said. “They weren’t scheduled to for some time, but you know how science always progresses. It may have been necessary in order to recreate the biosphere of a specific species. These things domino quickly.”
    Team Grendel stared at him. Ballantine smiled and stared back until Thorne growled and said, “Do I need to go down there and carry the assholes up myself?”
    “That’s not very nice,” Ingrid said as she and Carlos came up from below decks. “I have been nothing but pleasant to you, Commander Thorne. No need to call me names.”
    “Except for the traitor thing,” Darby said. “That wasn’t exactly pleasant.”
    The Team frowned at the mention of Ingrid’s duplicity.
    Having gotten herself into a tight situation, Ingrid, one of the three weapons smiths and techs that worked below in what was known as the Toyshop, had been forced to plant and activate a tracking device so that the B3’s enemies could find them quickly. Unbeknownst to her, Ballantine had anticipated the betrayal and used it to his advantage. As he tended to do with most situations.
    “Now, now, Ingrid has been put through enough,” Ballantine said. “She made a mistake, something every single one of you here can consider yourselves experts in, but she turned it around and is back to being a valuable member of this crew.”
    “Where’s Mike?” Kinsey asked. “Did you guys certify his legs?”
    Carlos, having been sullen and silent since stepping onto the deck, rolled his eyes.
    “Certify,” Carlos scoffed. “The legs aren’t a used Mac. You can’t just run diagnostics on them and a bell dings.”
    “So that’s a no?” Darren asked.
    “Michael will remain on the B3,” Ballantine said. “Until we know for certain his prosthetics were not damaged by the EMP.”
    “Been a few weeks. Wouldn’t you know by now?” Max asked.
    “Yeah, his legs seem fine when he’s walking around,” Shane said. “They guy can even dance. Got some moves.”
    “No,” Thorne said, pointing a finger at Shane without looking at him. The dance Shane was about to do stopped instantly. “Mike will join us on the Team as soon as I am sure those legs won’t shit the bed. We do not want to be on an op and have him suddenly immobile. Could kill him, could kill us.”
    “An op?” Max laughed,