Chapters (49)
- PRAISE FOR BENEATH
- PRAISE FOR JEREMY ROBINSON'S CHESS TEAM SERIES
- INSTINCT
- PULSE
- BENEATH
- ALSO by JEREMY ROBINSON
- DEDICATION
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- PROLOGUE -- COLLISIONS
- EARTH
- CHAPTER 1 -- IMPACT
- CHAPTER 2 -- LAKE VOSTOK
- CHAPTER 3 – GLOBAL EXPLORATION CORPORATION
- CHAPTER 4 -- THE CREW
- CHAPTER 5 -- PREPARATIONS
- CHAPTER 6 -- GOING UP
- EUROPA
- CHAPTER 7 -- ORBIT
- CHAPTER 8 -- THE ATTACK
- CHAPTER 9 -- DEPLOYMENT
- CHAPTER 10 -- GOING DOWN
- CHAPTER 11 -- FIELDS OF RED
- CHAPTER 12 -- EUROPHIDS
- CHAPTER 13 -- INFECTION
- CHAPTER 14 -- CHANGES
- CHAPTER 15 -- INTELLIGENCE
- OCEAN
- CHAPTER 16 -- THE DEEP
- CHAPTER 17 -- THE POD
- CHAPTER 18 -- PREDATORS
- CHAPTER 19 -- DIVE
- CHAPTER 20 -- HELP
- CHAPTER 21 -- PRESSURE
- CHAPTER 22 -- PASSAGE
- THE DEN
- CHAPTER 23 -- AWAKENING
- CHAPTER 24 -- THE DEN
- CHAPTER 25 -- THE CREEPS
- CHAPTER 26 -- ANXIETY
- CHAPTER 27 -- STALKING
- IMMUNE SYSTEM
- CHAPTER 28 -- TOPSIDE
- CHAPTER 29 -- BLUE
- CHAPTER 30 -- ESCAPE
- CHAPTER 31 -- IGNITION
- CHAPTER 32 -- BALLISTIC
- CHAPTER 33 -- THE RETURN
- CHAPTER 34 -- HOME
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
The idea of tearing through hordes of attacking enemies appealed to some primal instinct deep within her, but there wasn't even time to remove the creatures from her legs. She hopped twice and then dove into the water.
Instantly, the creeps attached to her legs let go and flailed as they sank to the bottom and drowned. Connelly took aim at the mouth of the cave and kicked the propulsion pack into overdrive. With a snap of her neck, Connelly launched forward, out of the cave and into the brightly decorated open ocean. She squinted back at the luminous colors of the bioluminescent world. She'd forgotten how beautiful it all was.
For the first time since her encounter with the blue Europhids, Connelly felt a twang of sadness. She knew it got through whatever emotion filter the Europhids had given her because it was an authentic and appropriate. Live or die, she would never see the Europian ocean or its rare beauty again. Connelly turned up and headed for the surface.
Back in the cave system, the oxygen tank rounded the last of several turns, crushing a swath of creeps as it slid at breakneck speeds. With a burst of creep bodies, it entered the massive cavern housing the creep colony and patches of red Europhids. Understanding the metal projectile's intention, a flurry of tendrils shot up like fans doing the wave at a baseball game. They reached out for the tank, but all that connected met the same limbless fate as the creeps.
After sailing fifty feet, the tank fell to the floor and smashed through a patch of Europhids. The impact knocked the tank up and over a second patch. Spindly red limbs stretched out for the tank, but missed. When it landed again, its jagged metal top, which Connelly had severed with the wrench, struck the stone at twenty miles per hour, creating a shower of sparks.
In the methane filled atmosphere, it was enough.
As though God had just created a new star within the confines of the cavern, every particle of methane trapped inside combusted. The outpouring flames incinerated every living thing in the cavern and quickly expanded through the only exit, frying the army of creeps in its wake. When the expanding explosion reached the outer edges of the cave system, it did the only thing it could, pushed up and through the mantle and burst into the open ocean. The caverns flooded in seconds. A shockwave and chaotic stream of bubbles raced towards the surface.
Towards Connelly.
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"Can't we go any faster?" Willard said