Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-One
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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Némésis – Book 2 Part 8
Afghanistan 041135L February 2018 – 45,000 feet external temperature -56.7 °C The Boeing RC 135 Rivet Joint of the 45th Reconnaissance Squadron, was just over two-and-a-half hours into its patrol. It had taken off from [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty
I heard the metal rasp of bolts being drawn back. The trailer’s large cargo door being opened and banging flat against the side of the container. Footsteps. Then the double rap of knuckles again. Gill’s [more…]
Fiction
Némésis – Book 2 Part 7
Fallout Phillips came down to breakfast and saw Cécile sitting on her own reading a newspaper. He was bristling with annoyance, “I thought the agreement was I would come and get you and we would [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Nine
Ch 39 – The Truck. It was dark, here in the back. Inside the secret compartment of Gill’s 7.5 tonne Mercedes truck. The space was only the depth of an average sized individual. The width [more…]
Fiction
Némésis – Book 2 Part 6
RAF Northolt and Molenbeek-Saint-Jean, Brussels – 1st and 2nd February 2018 Cécile was bored and full of pent up tension, so she decided to do a few circuits of the running track before dinner. As [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Eight
Joe Malone was arranging his exit from the UK via a People Smuggler he’d met in the cafe. I was just about to seal the deal, when a deep voice from just behind me exclaimed [more…]
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Némésis – Book 2 Part 5
Permanent Joint Headquarters, Northwood, North London – Thursday 1st February 2018 Cécile was driven from RAF High Wycombe with COS Ops, his outer office bag carrier and an MT Driver. They left the A40 before [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Thirty-Seven
The door opened and the Scottish singer emerged. I stared at him in some surprise. He was shorter than my imagination had prepared me for. Also, I hadn’t expected the turban. As he stepped out, [more…]