Fourteen
Descent
“Dad, do you still have those binoculars in the car?”
“They’re in the trunk.” Pete popped the lid with the remote. Robin retrieved the field glasses and returned to where they were gathered.
The appeared to continue downward, but at a slower rate. He stared in astonishment at the vessel’s configuration. It was difficult, if not impossible to describe it. There had to be at least eight or more nodules protruding from some kind of central core. Irregularly shaped, they appeared to pulse outward and inward, like inflating and deflating balloons. But not balloons. These nodules went from being spherical to ovoid, sometimes blocky, sometimes chunky, as if someone had tried to carve different sized balls out of black marble without smoothing the surfaces. In addition, the o
