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destination!
Yet what the hell could be that advanced and that savage? And why
had it only attacked him?
    Orwell soon
started asking questions, after he told him of what occurred, and
he wanted his thoughts on it.
    His first
question was, “ Who found him dead? ”
    “ I
did!”
    “ He managed to stay alive until the
morning?”
    “ We were with him up until the morning!
And I’m sure nothing happened while we slept …”
    “ When was the last response or movement
you saw from him?”
    “ It was at night when we went to sleep!
We hardly moved while sleeping in the spacesuits!”
    Cronenberg avoided telling him and them about
the ghost astronaut he had seen, as it was not linked to the
incident, and he was now unsure if he had imagined it.
    “ How did he die?”
    “ He looked as if he had been eaten by
something! ”
    If it had been one of the others in the
shuttle, who had followed them there, and how could the person have
done it? They had been in a group!
    And it could only have been done while
Rosenberg was away investigating the other side of the hill! He
believed there was something out there, which had to be with what
had taken them there or it was it itself, which he had explained to
the police, and he had told Orwell and he agreed it could have
been, as what had happened to the shuttle was far stranger and
difficult to occur.
    He realized that he only needed to explain
what it had been, and he realized it might have taken samples of
Campbell’s body for some reason, and he wondered why.
    Had this infernal place a killer alien or
not? Yet why would it want anything from him?
    Still nothing about it made
sense – and
neither did anything else there – it was obvious it could have attacked all of
them.
    From the looks that he caught from the police
he knew that the incident had affected them! The police were now
aggressive! And he was sure that they had not found any other
clues.
    His killer, whatever it was, had to be
ruthless and carefree to have done it in the way that it had been
done it.
    He wondered if
something was on the southern pole that did not need proper
supplies of oxygen, and had been there from when Mars had an
atmosphere and water, and had adapted to survive in the harsh
climate!
    Fish survived
with barely any oxygen in water, and lived off miniature life
forms, he wondered if it had tried what they had been like as a
food supply, and he wondered if it liked it!
    Yet that was
fantasy, and they had not found anything like it, and why had they
not found anything like it and what would it have normally have
consumed? Yet was a big planet and they had hardly explored the
surface and there was water and life forms that froze and dried out
and returned to life, including plants ...
    He and Orwell marched along a corridor to the
library, for their regular visit and they occasionally looked into
rooms with their doors open, as it interested them what people were
like there.
    “ It’s also incredible,” Orwell
muttered, “that most of the people that investigated the body
thought it was some form of animal!”
    They then entered the library, and he asked
Cronenberg, “Have you found anything else?”
    “ I found a photo of a newspaper article
of Anders, found in his apartment, about a scientist that found
something, which I’m sure was the diamonds … I’ve been trying to
trace information about him and what he was doing.”
     

Chapter 11
     
    The Deaths
     
    It was almost a week later when he saw Orwell
again and he thought he had lost interest and was glad to see him
and was surprised that he had been searching elsewhere in his spare
time, and had arrived with some news.
    Cronenberg
search in the library had just about become exhausted when he saw
him enter the outer library, marching over to him, and he studied
him trying to see what he was up to.
    “ What you got?” he swiftly
asked.
    “ There’s been another death!” Orwell
replied, making Cronenberg gasp.
    “ What