‘One UFO, Commander. Travelling slowly.’
‘Exactly how slowly Lieutenant?’ Straker’s hand rubbed the bristles on his jaw. The sixth incursion in twenty-four hours. He wondered if it would end the same way as the other five. In failure. Continue reading
This story continues the events in ‘Breathless’. Readers may also wish to read One Red Square by AnDelenDir as a prelude to this story.
‘So, we are in agreement then? You will have to move to England for a few months to familiarise yourself with our…. organisation.’ Straker looked across the table at Dimitri. ‘But then you will reassigned back here, all being well.’ Continue reading
Prologue
November 2010
Midnight in Moscow. So typical. The band, slightly out of tune, more than slightly drunk, and not caring in the slightest one way or another, thrashed out the ubiquitous melody, more for the sake of attracting any stray foreign tourist than any real love of the music. Continue reading