Christophe Downes

The Flying Hospital “Allan do you want to go for an early lunch?” Margin asked. “Do you mind?” “Nope.  Wheels were up 1045.  By the time it’s wheels down, got them on board, wheels up, [more…]

The Pink Mist There wasn’t much left of the pick-up.  The missile had impacted just behind the cab, which had broken the vehicle in half.  Blackened steel reinforcing hoops from the tyres hung from the [more…]

A World of one-thousand-four-hundred years ago, Separated from us by four-and-a-half hours Three hours and fifteen minutes into their shift, the pilot and weapons systems operator of the Reaper drone  were on top of their [more…]