Escape 1: Escape From Aliens Read Online Free

where his ears said the Alien speaker device was located.
    “Diligent! You captured me for sale to some crazy Alien! Well, I know how to kill myself! And that is exactly what will happen, if you do not release me. No one, no one! holds onto a SEAL! Either we escape or we die trying!”
    No reply.
    He did not plan to die. Resistance and escape were his priorities. But maybe the death threat would cause the Alien to worry about the survival of its captive cargo. Bill looked around his cell and tried to build an image of it that lacked the fake holo scene. Based on his pacing, he stood inside a circular cell that was twenty feet wide by eleven feet high. No doubt it had connections to pipes that supplied water, pumped in fresh air to keep low the level of carbon dioxide, removed urine and shit, and inserted food packets. Plus power was provided for the fake daylight that seemed to emanate from the entire ceiling. Which led him to wonder where the fresh air entered and where it exited. If he could find a way to kill the hologram emitters, he would get a clearer view of his cell. Course just walking around the perimeter with his hand flat against the curving wall would tell him something about what was embedded in the wall, and where it was smooth and unbroken. And it was time for some exercise. He was used to daily jogging around the apartment complex he lived in on the west side of Denver. Walking forward with his hand outstretched, he walked into the fake blue waters of the lake until the cool metal of the front wall stopped him.
    Putting both hands against the wall, he closed his eyes. He did not need the disorientation of thinking he was touching empty air. He also lifted his face up, hoping he could feel the entry of fresh air from some kind of hole or mesh. Nothing . Putting one hand above the other, he reached up to what he felt was eight feet above the floor and began sweeping his hands over the cool metal. Left to right for a yard, then dropping lower and repeating the side to side sweep, he felt for anything that broke the smooth metal surface.
    Yes! At a point just above his head he felt a roundness. The size of a tiny marble, the bead stuck out from the flat metal wall. Opening his eyes he looked up to where his hand covered the bead.
    “Damn!”
    The appearance of empty air created by the holo had gone missing for a narrow vertical strip. A space two feet wide and eleven feet tall now lacked the appearance of open air. Instead, Bill saw a dull gray metal surface that had no rivets, no sign of a wall plate joining another wall plate. He looked back, saw his green tent, judged the angle and walked to the tent. Reaching inside he grabbed his other boot. Twin to the one he’d thrown up in the air and which now lay to one side of the tent. Turning back to the lake vista, still naked, he walked back to the wall that faced his tent. His eyes told him he walked through the lake with only air before him. Closing his eyes and reaching out with his free hand, he felt the metal surface and skimmed along it, searching for the tiny bead.
    “Got you!”
    The bead lay directly across from his tent and at a height of maybe seven feet. With his hand covering the holo bead, he opened his eyes. Before him was a strip of gray metal wall, with the holo of open air to either side. Weird . Lifting his boot up he twisted it so the metal that rimmed its heel was topmost, with the toe pointing down. Pulling his arm back, he swung at the bead, moving his hand just before the boot impacted.
    “Whang!”
    Empty air showed before him. Closing his eyes he felt for the bead, found it, lifted the metal boot heel up until it overlay the bead, then, holding the heel against the bead with his left hand, he slammed his right fist into the boot.
    “Crunch,” sounded softly.
    Bill pulled the boot away.
    The gray wall stayed gray. Open air did not replace it. Looking closely he saw the spot where the bead had been. Glassy fragments partly filled the