Will's Galactic Adventure by Edwin Pearson Read Free Book Online Page B

any given moment Will could only see part of the ship, whatever part happened to have an asteroid behind it at just that moment. The longer he looked the more of a picture of the ship he could build up in his mind – and the less he liked the look of it. The picture emerging was one of sleek, fast and lots of pointy bits that didn’t look at all friendly.
    Will’s suspicions were all too painfully confirmed when some of the pointy bits flashed brightly, sending a bolt of white light straight towards
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. There was a huge jolt and they seemed to roll right over. At least this time the lights stayed on and Will didn’t hear Spiv complaining about the toaster.
    â€œThey’re shooting at us! Can we shoot back?”
    As if in reply to his question an answering bolt of white light flashed back towards the black ship. It shuddered but kept on coming.
    â€œTheir screens are still working then,” offered Spiv.
    â€œYou mean like a force field or something?” asked Will.
    â€œThat’s it lad. You catch on quick!”
    â€œHave we got one too?”
    â€œDid ‘ave when their last shot ‘it us. ‘Ope we still ‘ave.”
    â€œWe have,” said Drych, calm as ever.
    Looking at the screen Will saw the black ship flash straight past them and keep going. As he watched it streak away he saw an electric blue glow start to form around its rear end.
    â€œThat glow! They’re going to jump to hyperspace!” exclaimed Mavis.
    â€œOl’ One Chance reckoned they couldn’t do that! Said he thought he’d damaged them too much!”
    â€œEvidently not,” came the calm voice of Drych. “Will, if they are going to hyperspace we will need your skills again. Take your phone again please.”
    Will jumped back into his chair and picked up his phone from where it was dangling from its wire out of the wall.
    â€œRight Will. You will find it is the same game as before – the Monaco Grand Prix. This time you will need to be going a little faster than last time. Seventy-three miles per hour when you enter the tunnel please. And remember, the task is not to race, the task is to enter the tunnel at seventy-three miles per hour.”
    â€œAn’ don’t crash!”
    Will hit the button to start the game as before. Again, the main screen now showed the starting grid at Monaco. The red lights above the track came on one by one, shone briefly for a couple of seconds then went out. He was racing again!
    Will’s reflexes took over as he fired away from the line. He was still driving his favourite red car. But he was second on the grid. That black car was in front again.
    He had a sudden realisation. “That black car. It’s the same one that was there before. It’s them, isn’t it? Cream Tea and Teacake.”
    â€œYes,” answered Drych, “but just concentrate on the game for now. Seventy-three miles per hour remember.”
    â€œAn’ really don’t crash!”
    The engine screamed, he reached maximum revs and made his first gear change.
    Both cars roared around the first turn, the Virage St. Devote. This time Will kept in control and didn’t skid. The black car was still in front and although Will was gaining slightly, this time he remembered what he was supposed to be doing and concentrated on his speed, not on getting past.
    Around the hairpin the two cars were neck and neck, Will on the outside and the black car on the inside. Then just at the entrance to the sharp right-hand turn of the Virage du Portier, the last turn before the tunnel, the black car faltered and dropped slightly behind. To enter the tunnel at exactly the right speed, Will had to slow down a bit. At exactly the same moment as Will eased off the throttle, the black car accelerated again and crashed straight into the back of him! Will’s car spun and entered the tunnel sideways! Will had no idea how fast it was going but, because of the