Bowson heard through the radio that operational control was being passed to the military, they all knew what that meant. He was summoned back to the temporary situation base in the north-eastern corner of Cavendish [more…]
The man’s no coward, hesitates, part of him wants to fight, sees the young man turn away, crouching low, one rifle over his shoulder, the other grasped in both hands, feet race past the closed [more…]
The Cabinet Office emergency centre was buzzing and crowded: the PM, senior ministers, Met Commissioner and Ted Armstrong, the heads of MI5 and MI6, Director of GCHQ on the phone, senior military officers, the Chief [more…]
The television was on, set to Sky News while her laptop was streaming the BBC news feed direct from Broadcasting House news centre, the cameras still viewing and broadcasting: it was like the Marie Celeste, [more…]
Ah feel pure soarry fer that Brett Kavanaugh c**t. Ah wance goat accused o’ sexshal horassmant an’ it wis a right f**kin’ cerry oan. Some scuzzy wee junkie wumman who’d bin caught tryen tae steal [more…]
He looked at his watch again, three twenty-eight; he nodded to the driver to make the final run in from their side street. The teams in Manchester attacking the same organisation’s base in Salford Quays, [more…]
Inspector Angela Griffiths took the call from another officer, who muttered, “Another weird one, but it might be related?” It was the Churchwarden of the church in the village of the missing man, Doctor David [more…]
The lights were on late in a suburban villa in Ankara; he was already working on the follow up. Isolated attacks, no matter how dramatic, how successful, were less influential than a sequence of almost [more…]
Alan Dare was sitting in the Basilica with his wife, watching the spectacle of the Orthodox rite playing out in front of him, along with Art, what now appeared to be his girlfriend, the American [more…]
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