Day of the Predator (TimeRiders, Book 2)
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Liam O'Connor should have died at sea in 1912. Maddy Carter should have died on a plane in 2010. Sal Vikram should have died in a fire in 2029. But all three have been given a second chance - to work for an agency that no-one knows exists. Its purpose - to prevent time travel destroying history . . . When Maddy mistakenly opens a time window where and when she shouldn't have, Liam is marooned sixty-five million years ago in the hunting ground of a deadly - and until now - undiscovered species of predator. Can Liam make contact with Maddy and Sal before he's torn to pieces by dinosaurs - and without endangering history so much that the world is overtaken by a terrifying new reality?
lucky and locate Liam … then none of this wil ever have happened.’ She looked at Forby, who seemed relieved at the idea of heading back. ‘Be pointless learning anything about these things real y … if you think about it. They soon wil belong to the world of Never Were.’ Cartwright made a face, a mixture of disappointment and frustration. ‘Al right,’ he conceded. ‘Let’s get on with it.’ CHAPTER 65 65 mil ion years BC, jungle ‘Did you hear that?’ said Laura, her eyes round with fear.
longer functioning. The organ can be repaired later,’ she added. ‘It wil not a ect my performance.’ ‘Your arm?’ ‘My arm is operable.’ ‘My arm is operable.’ ‘OK,’ said Maddy. ‘I’ve set it to one minute after the other window. There’l stil be background tachyon particles around from the previous window, but I’ve moved the location thirty feet away so there shouldn’t be any disruptive e ect on your arrival portal. OK?’ ‘A rmative.’ ‘You understand the mission parameters?’ ‘Kil al the reptile
expecting her to stop and turn. ‘Foster? How can you be so sure Liam wil cope? What if he works out he’s dying? What’s he gonna do? He might choose to leave us.’ ‘He’l do the right thing,’ he replied. ‘You’l always be able to rely on that … the right thing. He’s a good lad.’ He turned away and began to wade through a parting sea of ru ing grey feathers and curious beady eyes. ‘Foster! How can you be so sure?’ He stopped in his tracks and looked back over his shoulder. ‘How can I be so sure?’
private earlier. He’d managed to reason with her calmly – to talk her down from proceeding any further with her self-decided mission objective to kil them al , then herself. But it was a compromise. A perfectly logical compromise that successful y reconciled the con icting protocols in her head. ‘In six months’ time,’ he’d agreed with her, ‘if they haven’t rescued us by then, before your six months is up and you have to self-terminate … then, yes, you’re right … I suppose we’d al have to die.
distinctive marks of a three-toed creature. He stooped a lit le lower to get a closer look. My God. It looked just like the tracks he’d seen al around that carcass they’d discovered a while back. The dawning realization came suddenly and his mouth al of a sudden felt tacky and dry. We’ve been fol owed. He knelt down and traced another three-pronged footprint in the ground with his nger. And another. And another. We’ve been fol owed … al the way from the camp. It was then that he heard the