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Chapter 105
Zeph steered the motorboat, taking Victor out to a spot about 100 feet from shore before cutting the engine.
Victor switched on the device. A low, grating hum spread across the water.
Cola immediately got restless, shaking his head and nudging forward.
Jeremy watched through binoculars. A few minutes later, he burst out, “Fish. There’s fish. They’re jumping!”
Nicole took the binoculars from him. Sure enough, fish were breaking the surface one after another, thrashing before flipping belly-up.
They stayed in one spot for about ten minutes before moving to the next.
Nicole inflated the raft, grabbed a large sack, and paddled out.
Cola swam ahead, paws cutting through the water as he pushed forward.
The stunned fish drifted with the current. Four people on three rafts spread out, paddling toward them, pulling them in with their oars and stuffing them into bags.
The fish weren’t small. Most weighed around three to five pounds, with some hitting seven or eight.
There were all kinds, too: carp, tilapia, bass, catfish, and more.
Rain blurred everything. They spread out as they worked, barely able to see each other through the downpour.
The reservoir stretched wide, easily 80 acres. With the constant rain, water kept spilling over, carrying
fish away with it.
If things had been normal, this place could’ve yielded hundreds of thousands of pounds of fish, a
massive haul.
But the device burned through power fast. They could only run it a few times before it died, and the rest of the fish would be swept away.
Such a waste.
As Nicole scooped fish into the bag, she brushed her hand through the water, quietly pulling fish into her
storage space.
Cola noticed the fish in Nicole’s hands vanishing, and his eyes went wide.
She had pulled that disappearing trick again!
He had learned by now. The second Nicole did something like that, he went on alert, scanning the surroundings.
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They kept moving, scooping as they went. In less than an hour, Nicole’s sack was full, around 90 pounds.
Derek and Lydia worked just as hard, already filling two bags of their own.
From a distance, Jeremy shouted, “Slow down! You’re missing the ones drifting away!”
Zeph and Victor were working as well. Back on shore, eight sacks had already piled up, easily 700 pounds.
Not having fish was a problem. Having too many was also a problem. How were they supposed to move
all this?
“Maybe we just take a few hundred pounds a day?” someone suggested.
Victor frowned. “The battery won’t last that long.”
“Can it be recharged?”
“It can, but where?”
Zeph thought for a moment. “Let’s trade some fish first. Then we can ask Weasel if they can charge it.”
They were talking about the rough group they had dealt with before.
Nicole didn’t object. They decided each person would carry one bag down the mountain and trade first.
There was too much to move in one go. Someone had to stay behind and guard the rest.
No matter how you looked at it, that someone was Nicole.
Once Zeph and the others disappeared from view, and she was sure no one else was around, she loaded the remaining four sacks onto the raft and paddled toward the center of the reservoir.
She turned the device back on.
Within minutes, fish started surfacing again, flipping belly-up.
Nicole pulled out a large net and worked fast, scooping everything in and storing it away in her storage
space.
There were so many fish, and she was quick. Each round brought in around 200.
She ran the device five times and caught over two thousand fish, weighing several thousand pounds.
When the battery finally died, she pulled out a solar charging unit from her storage space.
Once it was charged again, she ran another round.
She didn’t even bother counting anymore, but 20 thousand pounds wasn’t a stretch.
There was no way they could eat all this. Later, she would find an excuse to share some or trade it for other supplies and even things out.
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