Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Seven
Andy Bowson headed over to St Thomas’. He wasn’t needed for a while and could be spared while the chiefs tried to talk some sense into higher authority. So why so low now after the [more…]
Thriller
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Six
Four hours later, two drone launched Hellfire missiles entered the upper stories of the house, at the same time shoulder launched anti-tank missiles blew in the front and rear doors and several windows. The Apache [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Five
Brother Peran, he seemed to prefer to be called that rather than Father, saying he was still a scholar-monk at heart, was at the door beaming, holding forth an envelope, hand written, made out to [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Four
Their mobile command centre was off to one side of the long drive up to the main house, out of sight of both house and road. Intermittent staccato bursts of gunfire, mainly from the house [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Three
No point going back to the office, I’ll head off to see him. Helena opened the lobby door and entered, followed by Sam, closing it behind him; a large bunch of narcissi was sitting there [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty Two
Time to move then, break down and pack away the Barrett, can’t bear to leave it for them, drop the pack, rig a small charge underneath it to ruin its discoverer’s day, hand gun in [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty One
Four hours later, he heard voices in the distance, coming up the valley, accented English, a sizeable force. His scope was on them now, dressed in camo gear, small backpacks, AK47s, carrying what looked like [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Sixty
She left the office for St Thomas’; Sam was making his own way to the Chilterns, and now she had to see how her other man was progressing. She was supposed to be working in [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Fifty Nine
He was strolling along the street with George Edward to get some outside air, hardly fresh in central London, and a sandwich. George had seemed unusually keen on accompanying him, had insisted he pay and [more…]