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
After meeting with Connelly and being told about the incident in the Bio-lab, Robert had helped himself to a copy of the security feed. He was now watching the replay for the fifth time on his digital tablet. The crystal clear, high def video and impeccable sound allowed him to focus in on visual and audio details that might otherwise be missed.
He played the footage again.
Robert watched as Peterson crouched in front of the plant incubator, waiving his hand back and forth, allowing the Europhid tendril to follow his every move.
How could he be so foolish?
How could Kathy?
Peterson's voice came from the tablet. "It seems intelligent…at least enough for motion tracking. Maybe it's an automatic reflex? Like Venus Flytraps?"
"Venus fly traps react to touch."
"So?"
Robert sighed. No wonder the man works with rocks.
"If the Europhid is tracking your movements…it can see you," Kathy said on the screen.
Body tensing for the inevitable, Robert leaned forward. He knew that this was where the first of the two tragedies took place. Robert paused the feed, framed out Peterson and zoomed on Kathy's face. Her eyes were closed, so she didn't see what happened next. But what stood out the most were her pursed lips, which curved up in a slight smile.
"Ugh." Robert leaned back in his chair and frowned. Why him? A confusing and nearly overwhelming feeling of jealousy clenched his throat, tightening in to a painful knot. He loved Connelly, but not as a lover.
That's what he told himself, what he'd been telling himself for so long that he now believed it.
Almost.
Zooming out and resuming the feed, Robert watched as the plant incubator shattered. A blur of red struck out, hitting Peterson's hand as he fell back—a perfect shot. The Europhids could not only sense movement, they were damn good shots.
After briefly rewinding, Robert played the footage in slow motion, while zooming in on the Europhid tendril. He watched as Peterson turned his head toward Connelly, and just as he lost sight of the creature, it reeled back and stabbed forward with a quickness that Robert had only seen in rapid striking Earth predators such as the wolf spider or king cobra. The sting had pierced Peterson's hand before the glass hit the floor.
Robert paused the footage and zoomed in again, focusing on the Europhid tendril. Playing the feed, frame by frame, Robert was able to witness what Connelly and Peterson did not. As the innocent looking tendril snapped back, a retractable stinger emerged. It launched forward, broke the glass and stabbed into Peterson's hand. But as it pulled back into the incubator, the stinger was still there. A split second later, the thorny weapon had been retracted, only the tip was missing.