Missionary To Mars Free Grace International

NEXT CHAPTER >> “Where’s Eustis?” asked Fred Gibbs.  “Probably sharing with some street creep,” Leena Bickle said with a dismissive wave and a smile. The others laughed. “You know how Eustis is. Planting seeds everywhere he goes. He’ll get here when he’s ready to be here. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind us starting without him.”  […]

> Eustis walked by the endless rows of stalls where vendors sold items from all over Sol System. The market was a multi-kilometer stretch of noise and hustle. In the distance, the reason for the market’s location, one of GovCorp’s finest achievements, was Earth’s only space elevator. It had […]

> As Eustis stepped out of the shipwright’s shop a notification pinged in his cortex display. An unknown caller was trying to contact him. He gulped hard, thinking of the events earlier that day. He gestured to decline the call. It went straight to vid message. He motioned to […]

> “Next elevator transport is in seven minutes,” Enzo said.  He followed the kid toward the massive carbonized ribbon that rose overhead and disappeared into the orange haze of the sky. It looked like a black featureless skyscraper whose top was invisible from the ground.  “How does this work?” […]

> Eustis’ tension boiled as the space elevator climbed into the rust-brown sky. Going long stretches without blinking, he watched the world shrink beneath through the glass. He kept thinking the admiral would come soaring through the sky to blow the elevator into bits. That led to visions of […]

> Slingshot Station hummed like a beehive, but instead of honey, it produced grease and a bad odor. A giant billboard that read Welc me to Slingsh t St tion hung over the main passageway. It could fall at any moment. It probably clung fast on account of the half-gravity. The people’s […]