Monthly Archives: November 2016

James peered into the hole, wondering just how far down into the black depths of the Earth it went. Iron rungs embedded in the uneven wall formed a ladder. James glanced around the office, searched the drawers in the desk, … Continue reading →

She was too late. The bombs and the Red Queen were gone from the film studio. Only two technicians remained there, and they opened fire the moment James peeked inside. Had they been better shots, it might have ended there … Continue reading →

The man in the armchair was fiftyish with greying hair. He held his glasses in one hand as if reluctant to put them on, or indeed to see anything ever again. His expression was haunted, fearful, and his blue eyes … Continue reading →

Back at the safe house, towels wrapped about damp clothing for warmth, James and Felicity studied a map of northern Italy and the Alps. “We tracked the container from Venice to the rail port in Domodossola,” Felicity said, tracing the … Continue reading →

The Lineola was gone, taking the Red Queen with it. “They cast off immediately after they returned,” Q said. He had secretly placed a camera in the marina and had watched from the safety and comfort of the MI6 safe … Continue reading →

“Well, George,” James said, “shall we continue our game? Or should we wait for our Chinese friend?” “I don’t –” He stopped and swallowed. “I don’t think we should wait.” James nodded, and guided him across to the table. To … Continue reading →

James was not one to rely on good fortune, or to use bad fortune as an excuse. Marco was dead because she hadn’t been careful enough. Weeping and sleeping in a dark corner was absurd behaviour for someone who had … Continue reading →

Felicity fell silent as Marco joined them. He acknowledged her with a hint of displeasure, and spoke to James. “The hotel security cameras captured a few images of him,” he said. Turning his phone towards her, he added, “This is … Continue reading →