Mosasaur, the Return
Book Two of the Mosasaur Series
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Albert was sitting up, reading his book when the boat was struck hard by something underneath. Looking around, he saw nothing but a large swirl in the creeks surface. Then it happened again, this time much stronger. He looked down into the water and thought he saw something big move underwater. Reaching for his forty-four magnum pistol, he quickly grasped it as Mark began to stir, the rocking of the boat jarring him back to consciousness.
"What's going on Al?"
"Dun no, something's down there, it struck the boat twice."
"Damn, probably a gator. Where's Clint's gun," Mark said, the fear rising in his voice.
"Don't know if he had one, hold still, I think I see it."
Mark held still while Albert lifted the pistol and began aiming it at the water, at some unseen target that he could not fathom.
The first shot was knocked astray as the boat was lifted out of the water, throwing Albert up in the air and landing on his back on the root infested shore. Mark was not so lucky.
The shot Mark had heard had startled him as he was thrown from the boat where he hit the creeks surface in a loud splash. When he came to the surface just seconds later, he began treading water as he quickly looked around to see what was happening.
The panic swelled in Mark just as he saw Albert fire again, it was at that moment that he felt his arms being pinned to his sides followed by excruciating pain that exploded in his brain as he felt the razor sharp teeth of what he presumed was an alligator, close its jaws over the middle section of his body.
It was lucky that he blacked out just as he was taken underwater and violently shaken until his head popped off and floated to the surface. The blood turning the waters a deep shade of crimson.
Albert was injured, his ankle was broken from the impact, but he stood as best he could, and kept firing. Minutes passed after Marks head bobbed up to the surface. Digging in his pants, he fished the six extra rounds out and reloaded his pistol. The massive shells each where nearly as big as his thumb.
Hobbling over to the nearest tree, he attempted to climb it when something came out of the water, snapping at his heels. Looking back, never had he seen anything like it in his life, there were no clawed feet like that of an alligator, only these extremities ended with large paddles where claws should have been. The maneuverability of this reptile stunned Albert, and it was then that he knew he was a goner.
It was at that moment that he finally remembered; eight years ago-the freak Mosasaur that came through a sinkhole...this must be one of the offspring of the big one that was killed. Remembering the walkie talkie, he fished it out of his other pocket and began yelling, a blink of hope for Clint to come to his aid in time, but he knew it was futile gesture anyway.
Then, just as he reached the tree, the nightmare chasing him, reached him as well; Albert didn't feel a thing as his head exploded from the powerful biting reflexes of the eight year old female Mosasaur as it snapped its jaws around the upper part of the man. Brain matter, bone and blood sprayed the tree just in front of them.
Just as the female latched onto its prey, one of the females spotted another one of the two legged animals as it burst through the low lying vegetation and started toward it.
* * *
Clint had been searching for more than an hour now, he had very few signals thus far, all of which had been beer cans or some other unrecognizable rusted metal. He was near the top of this large flat expanse that reminded him of a long sloped hillside of another metal detecting site.
It was at this point, working his way up to the high ground that he got a solid signal, one that measured eight inches down and registered penny on the meter. While slowly digging, he thought through his research on the fort that was supposed to be out here, noted that the fort had been active for eleven years before being abandoned.
The fort had held a contingent of twenty-eight men, two of which were officers, one sergeant major and two corporals, the rest being privates. Knowing this, Clint knew in his heart that there would be an abundance of artifacts to find, buttons, coins, bottles, buckles, assorted horse tack, tools, weapons, and hundreds of other items that could have disintegrated over time.
He dug the hole wide, hoping that it would not be another beer can, as he mounded the dirt in front of the hole; he scraped the bottom with his small shovel, easily digging in the soft sand-hitting nothing. He picked up his detector and swung it over the hole and to his surprise no sound came forth from the detector.
Standing up, he swung it over the back pile and the loudest signal boasted from it, like a blast from a microphone. Getting down on his knees, he began running his fingers through the pile, striking something hard, cold and rectangular
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Language :
English
Publication Date :
1/23/2009
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E-Book
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1
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9781467069625
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352
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About the Book
James King is back, in this sequel that pits man against beast-again. Flashback: the year is 1973 and the W.A.R facility has deposited highly toxic and radioactive waste on a secret base in central Florida. From the 1960's thru the 1980's, another top secret genetic research facility near Welaka releases hundreds of test subjects into the wild near the toxic dumping ground.
Since 1973, strange wildlife attacks upon humans have taken place; but suddenly stopped in the year 1992 when the first live Mosasaur appeared through a large sink hole and after seven grueling days of death, that first Mosasaur was exterminated but not before leaving something behind-a brood of seven vicious hungry pups!
Eight years have passed and no more attacks upon humans have taken place since that horrible week in 1992, and now only three of the Mosasaur brood remains as they forage for food. The food that they've consumed during the past eight years has been contaminated with toxic and radioactive residues, accelerating their growth rate. Then the attacks begin, first with two fishermen, then a party boat full of people and next three escaped prisoners; the number of dead continue to increase as Putnam County is once again locked down with the US Army, National Guard and countless Law Enforcement officers in a desperate search and destroy mission.
John Jason Robards, the eccentric millionaire and fossil collector is back with a vengeance as he maneuvers his childhood friend the Governor into a plot to capture the killer Mosasaur, for Robards has secretly built a massive habitat to hold the vicious predator. Mr. Robards entices Dr. King into running the facility and thus giving Dr. King full access to the Mosasaur, but only if they can catch it in time before it's too late.
About the Author
David D. Holt grew up on science fiction, treasure hunting and a mind for story telling. David now a disabled navy veteran and former law enforcement officer, he has had numerous articles published by Western & Eastern Treasures Magazine; and has currently written 6 novels, four of which have been self-published:
Fiction:
-The Crater ISBN 1-4208-2831-2 which was published by AuthorHouse Feb 2005 and critiqued by one of my favorite authors Douglas Preston: (Douglas Preston wrote: "Fascinating, heart-pounding...I loved it" --Douglas Preston, author of Tyrannosaur Canyon and The Codex, Co-Author of Brimstone and Relic with Lincoln Child.),
-DemeTdron ISBN 1-4241-1436-5 published by PublishAmerica January 2006
-Underground ISBN 1-4241-2614-2 published by PublishAmerica Feb 1, 2007
-Mosasaur, the Return which is a sequel to "The Crater" published by AuthorHouse Feb 2009.
-The Sand ? Project a CitFis/The Order Novel also to be published by AuthorHouse summer 09
Non-Fiction:
-Homesteads, A Relic Hunters Quest) self published 2001, Holt Publications.
Short Storys:
-Widow's Mite
-I have a Dream
-Legend of the Bardin Booger
-The Grey Rider
-The War Continues
-Brandy Station, A Civil War Ghost Story
-The Hollow
-The Vault
-The Ghost Ship
David is now currently working on his 7th and 8th novels provisionally titled "Ring of Fire" and "2500 A.D." respectively. David lives near Welaka Florida, residing upon land that was once a part of a forgotten ghost town called Ridgewood where he spends his time writing his books and short stories while raising three children with his wife Terry. David is available for book signings, interviews or lectures and you may reach him by writing or by email. Be sure to visit his website www.daviddholt.com for more information and to keep up with news of the Author.