Pressure Expendable Novels & Stories

“How do they hold up when everything else is falling apart?” Aiden straightened and met her gaze. Steady eyes, no flash of ego. “They’re built for overload. Adaptive flow, redundant power. They adjust in real time.” His answers came plain and direct. No salesmanship. When she pressed on oxygen concentrations and possible side effects, he answered carefully, admitting the limits of their current data without defensiveness. A nearby alarm sounded. He excused himself politely and moved to help before anyone called for him. Naomi watched him go. He knew what he was doing. In a night where almost nothing felt solid, that was something worth noticing.

Tyler said, standing. The doctor waited, looking uncomfortable. "There's something we need to discuss. Can we speak privately?" Tyler's stomach twisted. "What is it?" The doctor led him to a quieter corner of the waiting room. "As part of the standard rules of conduct for accidents victims, we managed and did a series of tests on Ms. Spencer. While looking at again her medical records and results, we saw some... unexpected differences, missing things, or mistakes opposite to what you said about her being having a baby developing inside the body."

You ever felt so exhausted you just want to sleep, to just keep sleeping and not wake up? That was how I felt right now. Completely exhausted tired, too drained to even form words even when I tired to, no words left my mouth it was almost like I had lost the ability to produce sounds.

Kristi took one moment to make sure Jared had stocked the ambo with extra supplies before they rolled out right behind the ladder truck. Three blocks away, they could see it was indeed a bad one. It was another abandoned apartment building, scheduled for demolition, and the black clouds spread for several blocks. Two blocks away, they could see the flames shooting up in the air. That was a good indication the building was fully involved, and at its most dangerous for the men who had to clear it. Because, abandoned or not, there would still be squatters, just like at the others.

"How steep is the drop-off on the other side?" Noah tried to recall. "The far end? Maybe four feet down. Not far. The other side slopes right to the water. No drop-off." The fall wasn't the problem. The temperature of the water and the currents were. "All right," McCannon sighed. "You stay here. We're going up." "Fuck that. No." He held out his hand to Max. "Give me a gun." Ignoring McCannon's balking, Max pulled a 9 mm from an ankle holster and passed it over to Noah, then removed a 22 from under his coat to arm himself. His bodyguard glared at the agent. "He won't stay here. And we're wasting time."