Author Archives: Gary Lester

by Neal Patterson Word of the alien ship’s destruction spread across the globe before David’s Slingshot had returned to Earth. When Spear, Televast, and Betty walked down the gangplank to the runway tarmac, they were surprised to see the flood … Continue reading →

by Neal Patterson Before dawn, Spear settled into his command seat and immediately noticed the extra elbow room. Nelson and O’Hanlon would stay behind in Central Command to monitor the critical functions of David’s Slingshot along with the position of … Continue reading →

By Neal Patterson The worst part was over. Through some skillful maneuvering, Spear and Nelson manually set the Transtar 12 on a path through the upper atmosphere that allowed them to breech the stratosphere without burning up. It was far … Continue reading →

By Neal Patterson “What’s our distance from the alien spacecraft, Clark?” Spear barked to his co-pilot. “Five hundred kilometers and holding steady,” Nelson replied. Leaning toward his engineer, Spear asked, “Riley, how’s our fuel consumption?” O’Hanlon checked his gauges and … Continue reading →

By Neal Patterson Past Unsafe Limits! The indicator light on the terra-cycle’s display screen flashed the message with annoying regularity. Spear could feel the wheels slipping out from under him, threatening to leave the ground and send himself and the … Continue reading →

by Neal Patterson “If you do that, you’re talking suicide,” Nelson cried. “We’re talking certain death for O’Hanlon if I don’t,” Spear shot back. The Colonel was already squirming into his space suit. Nelson paced nervously, “If you fire the … Continue reading →

By Neal Patterson The General Assembly Hall of the United Nations exploded with the cries of angry, confused, and ultimately frightened representatives. While the cacophony of voices in numerous languages and dialects echoed about him, Laslo Televast calmly took a … Continue reading →

PART ONE by Neal Patterson Rusty Weaver pedaled frantically past the administration building of Ivydale College, a massive stack of papers strapped to the basket on his handlebars. Spying the bundle nervously. Rusty decided to veer off the sidewalk and … Continue reading →