Free The Alien Orb by V Bertolaccini

trapped in some form of
field.
    The scientists rushed back and forward
setting up their new equipment, connecting the equipment along that
region of the corridor.
    “ What do think? ” Merton carefully asked him,
leaving Bryson with little to say.
    He gave Bryson the impression that they
might be going to do something or come to a conclusion.
    Mortimer also gave him the impression, which
would normally have confirmed it, but things were different there
and they were not fully themselves!
    Bryson started to realize the implications
of things and that they might have to check what was there and
things of great danger!
    Mortimer
quickly told the other scientists: “ Investigate all
these walls, floor and roof ... ”
    Bryson suddenly felt deep tiredness and
wished that he had stayed in bed, and was asleep.
    Why were they not tired like him? What had
they been doing when they heard the sounds?
    In the darkness at the end of the
corridor two figures came rushing towards them from the
stairs – resembling a sort of dream view to Bryson in his sleepy
state – and
the figures turned out to be two of Mitchell ’ s men, who were on guard
below, and they whispered things in Mitchell ’ s ear.
    Mitchell ’s face turned frantic, and he was
desperate to do something, and he rushed away with the two men to
where the men had been, and to the stairs.
    “ What are they up
to? ” Merton
muttered, staring, bewildered.
    “ This place is a hell of a
place! ” Bryson
mumbled.
    Bryson watched drifting currents of
snowflakes blow about a room window, and he realized that he really
felt like going to bed. It had been a long day and the next day
could even be longer, and he watched Mortimer rush away after them
to the stairs, and he wondered what he was missing. Even though he
had done what he felt like doing – rush away – but in the opposite
direction – to his bed, and without saying anything.
    Why were they not all tired like him? And he
recalled all the things he had been doing and all the late nights
before he had arrived there.
    He watched them rush into the darkness at
the stairs and realized that they might have to stay up for a long
time, to obtain the conclusion to what was occurring, and he
realized he had better follow to get it over with.
    Merton shrugged and followed him, and they
eventually started chasing after them.
    In the sounds behind him he heard a
rhythmical tapping, slowly increasing in volume, making him slow to
listen, and he realized that it was footsteps rushing towards him
from behind, and from behind him two more of
Mitchell ’ s
men came running along, while they were fixing gun holsters on
their waists.
    Bryson saw Mitchell going down the stairs
with his gun in his hand. They seemed to have adjusted their lights
dimmer, to make them darker and not open targets.
    The situation looked bad! If someone did not
die it would be surprising!
    Bryson and Merton rushed to them and
crept down the stairs – which creaked loudly when they made rapid
movements.
    At the bottom of the stairs he watched their
dark figures creep around from room to room looking for something,
occasionally giving a significant gasp, which most of them had
given since they had arrived at the castle.
    They eventually approached Mortimer trying
to get information.
    “ Let ’s look in the
kitchen! ” Mitchell warned, creeping away.
    His men followed him. And one of them
switched on a light and they rushed into the kitchen, holding out
their guns, ready to shoot at anything that appeared.
    Bryson felt awake again, but tired and he
avoided staggering.
    “ I saw someone down here with a
gun, ” one
of Mitchell ’ s men muttered to them, moving along with
them.
    How had he seen anyone down here he
wondered? It had been so dark without the lights that it was
virtually in complete darkness, and when he questioned him further
he told them that all they had seen had been a dark figure with a
gun.
    When Mitchell entered the kitchen they
heard him