A preview to my next story!

Hey everyone, im writing a new story for school.  It is somewhat of a sci-fi thriller, i’ve only done one fourth of it though.  Here is a short preview of it:

 

The Box…

While a probe on mars is digging for rock, it suddenly hits something under the initial layer of rock.  It is a vaulted box.  When it is safely landed on earth, 59 of NASA’s brightest engineers open it.  Unfortunately one of them, a man by the name of Harold Stevens, is sick.  A few days later he arrives back at work, only to find, everyone is dead.  As he explores deeper into building he sees something possibly more disturbing, the box is open.  The box is empty.

 

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“Harold to probe room… Harold to probe room,” the speaker bellowed out.  Harold let out a long sigh, how was he going to finish his job if the rookie kept calling him back every five minutes?

     He could see perspiration gleaming on the rookies head as he entered the room.  He could also see a few buttons flashing red, a bad sign already.  “What is it Parish?” he asked trying to give his voice authority.

“Something’s wrong with the probe! I just started digging and the maintenance button started flashing and the drill stopped and I lost the connections for a second, I think the drill is damaged somehow,” he said waiting for fireworks to explode from Harold’s mouth.

“Normally I would be very angry, but this is somewhat of serious situation, pull a chair over for me.” He did.  “Okay first thing we’re going to do is check to see if the link is valid, phone over to David,” Harold said, pulling a microphone headset over his ears.  “Yes… Yes.  We need you to check the link between home and probe AD-9… Ok, can you see why we lost the link?” 

Parish pulled over his headset and heard David say, “I dunno… it came up unregistered…was their any area in particular you used before it shut down?” 

Parish replied, “Left drill rim.”

“Okay, let me do a scan of the area… The drill is busted.”

“What!” parish and Harold simultaneously replied.

“Yah, I used the emergency monitor.  It looks like you must’ve hit something hard… because the point lost it’s sersation.”

Harold glanced over to Parish and raised his eyebrow.  Catching his look Parish said, “Um.. Would you mind checking to see what it broke on?”

“Sure, but it was probably just rust.  I mean the thing has been up there for a y—“Very suddenly the only thing you could hear was the soft buzzing of the headphone.