Samyaza Chapter 2 – April 2006
She breakfasted alone, although she could hear the sound of someone with a vacuum cleaner in another room. There had been no sight of Jean-Claude and she decided that she was a little disappointed. It [more…]
She breakfasted alone, although she could hear the sound of someone with a vacuum cleaner in another room. There had been no sight of Jean-Claude and she decided that she was a little disappointed. It [more…]
Going Home The Boeing 777 charter aircraft approached over the flooded fields west of Oxford. The young woman in seat 35D opened her eyes and turned off the borrowed iPlayer. She was not dressed like [more…]
Like many of the young, second generation immigrants in this country, Afarin Khan struggles to be accepted as English or indeed, an Afghan. She detests men of Pakistani or Somalian heritage. Hers is a lonely [more…]
The Thames Valley and North Devon The endgame and the cat who walks on his own Edge felt the exhaustion wash over him in the claustrophobic interview room. The two, armed plod didn’t help and [more…]
Bogota, the Andes and Venezuela Edge knew that he had to act fast and he started a methodical search of the bodies. They were all clean and all he found was a mobile phone on [more…]
St Juan de Pasto Main Operating Base and Bogota, the Grange Bar – Venue The aircrews inspected their helicopters with shock and sadness. The decks were awash with coagulated blood and every one of the [more…]
San Luis Airfield Forward Operating Base, the Ranch of Camilo Hernández and University Hospital Department of Nariño The two Blackhawk helicopters flared above San Luis Airfield and went into the hover above two concrete dispersals. [more…]
St Juan de Pasto Main Operating Base, The Pan American Highway North-West of Ipiales When Edge got back from Bogota there were eight Blackhawk and two Apache helicopters sitting on the hardstanding in front of [more…]
Weare Giffard North Devon, Langley Virginia, Bogota and St Juan de Pasto Main Operating Base This is Dedicated to those we leave behind. “Moira Edge. Moira Edge. Mrs Moira Edge,” she said it out loud, [more…]
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