Intergalactic Terrorist (New Dimension Book 1) by J. F. Monahan Page B

had to hold. Hoisting the table onto his shoulder he stepped cautiously over to the porthole. It seemed impossible, but still he tried to push the large table through the small window.
        Before his disbelieving eyes, the table began to stretch and twist as it touched the window allowing Charlie to push it through with ease. A bit like the events that take place when going to the toilet. Charlie tried to remove that image from his mind. Soon the table was through the porthole and on the outside of the electrical where it returned to its solid form.
        Charlie let go.
        The large, heavy metal table fell.
        The Mechanoid looked up just in time for it to smash into its face. It lost its grip and, after scrambling for a moment to reattach itself, it fell! Limbs flailing, it tried desperately to grasp something. Anything. But of course in the middle of the sky, falling through the clouds, there was nothing to grasp at.
        Charlie watched from the porthole with a smug look on his face as the robot fell like a tin can, although a lot heavier and presumably not containing beans. Charlie grinned. Now he was Charlie Pinwright, robot slayer.
     
       “SYSTEM… FAILURE… CANNOT… FUNCTION… SENSORS… Malfunctioning…”
        X7421’s red eyes faded. Its arms, legs and head retracted back into the large metal sphere. All systems shut down. The globe fell faster and faster. The ground growing closer and closer.
        Soon the buildings below no longer looked like dolls houses and were now full scale against the Mechanoid. With an almighty crash it smashed into the roof of a certain building. A certain call centre in the city centre. A certain call centre that, during the day, contained a number of telephone operators, mindlessly answering phone calls. A certain building with a sign that read – King George’s Electrical Repairs – a cheesy grinning image of the late Geoffrey George at its side.
        The building shuddered. The building shook. Dust fell. The bricks loosened. The building caved in on itself, crumbling into nothing more than a pile of rubble.
        A final insult to the glorious and somewhat tragic life of King Geoffrey George.
     
    The electrical hovered above the city high up in the clouds. Greebol had finally gained control of the ship. A small screen had opened in a panel in front of the steering square, an image of the city appearing on it.
        “I wonder where that thing came from,” said the grey skinned Gumthar.
        “You seriously don’t know what it was?” said Charlie aghast.
        “I seriously do not know. I told you Charlie, there are no robots where I live.”
        “Yes I know. No robots and no Humans either. Your world must be darker for it.”
        “For not having Humans?” questioned Greebol, imperceptible eyebrow raised. “I really have not witnessed that much greatness from Humans. You are the only decent one I have come across and even you are slightly strange.”
        “True,” Charlie agreed, “but in defence of my people we have done some remarkable things. Have you ever heard of a hot dog?”
        Greebol frowned.
        The image on the screen suddenly erupted into a flash of light emitting from the remains of the call centre where the Mechanoid had just landed. Charlie rushed to the porthole and was forced to shield his eyes.
        A large mushroom cloud rose up into the sky. Waves of flames spanning out from it, stretching across the city. Buildings shattered, cars exploded, trees burned.
        The electrical was also hit by the blast. A sound like a million of those annoying rainmakers battered inside Charlie’s ears.
        Greebol grabbed the steering square and pulled upwards, hoping to pull the electrical away from the rapidly growing mushroom cloud.
        “What’s going on?” Charlie screamed. “What happened?”
        The room shook so violently that at one point it seemed Charlie stood in