Pandora’s Bug
How long ago it seems! But it is barely four years since I was a senior researcher at Porton Down, sitting on a shiny chair at a varnished desk and tapping the delicate keyboard of [more…]
How long ago it seems! But it is barely four years since I was a senior researcher at Porton Down, sitting on a shiny chair at a varnished desk and tapping the delicate keyboard of [more…]
I let the breath I’d been holding go and pulled the handle right down and towards me and door opened and the alarm bells rang like a fire engine. Ch 43 – Dark, Warm, Soft [more…]
10th – 14th February 2018 – British High Commission Islamabad and MoD Main Building, London Cécile and Phillips were kept under what could only be described as open arrest within the bounds of the High [more…]
It had been dicey over the Big City. The flak had been murderous on the run-in and the radar predicted, master searchlights seemed to have had an unnerving accuracy that night. You could tell the [more…]
If ye can break my covenant of the day, and my covenant of the night, and that there should not be day and night in their season; Then may also my covenant be broken with [more…]
8/9th February 2018 – Pakistan, Afghanistan, Washington DC and Islamabad FCO Travel Advice for Pakistan: Local travel The Pakistan authorities currently advise that “all foreigners, including diplomats may not move out of their city of [more…]
I only knew I was cold. And aching. And had a king size headache. I’d like a good rest in Lady Bixby’s emperor sized bed. Preferably resting my head on her chest. Even if she [more…]
6th February 2018 – RAF Northolt Cécile, was in the grip of one of her terrifying, lucid dreams. They had begun not long after her brother and father were killed in an air crash. In [more…]
Ch 41 – A walk in the moonlight. “Where are we?” I asked Gill. He was resealing his ‘passengers’ back into the thin, false container. Screwing the aluminium into place with a hand drill. I’d [more…]
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