It was well past visiting time. He had waited, not in expectation but with well practised acceptance developed over long years. The door remained shut. Continue reading
Henderson
I did this story ages ago, and although its not canon, I had a lot of fun doing it. Sometimes its good to simply be frivolous and step outside the boundaries.
The Rachel Chronicles. A Personal Note
I started these stories when I first began writing UFO. The original story, which I never continued, was, to be honest, dreadful! Continue reading
Moonlight and Vodka Pt 3: Vodka
‘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
The Bodyguard
‘It’s happened again. Third time this week.’
‘So get someone to deal with it.’
‘It’s not that simple.’
‘Yes it is. Get the name, get the address, and send security.’ Straker didn’t even bother looking up from file he was reading. ‘Or are you telling me, Alec, that SHADO Security can’t find the person who keeps Googling me? Anyway, it’s probably just a film fan.’ Continue reading
Conversation: Wayne/Straker
The private jet. The private terminal. The trappings of success. Those inconsequential and outward symbols that are so important to the world in which he worked. Not that he cared about this jaunt; it was another distraction in his busy schedule. Continue reading
Moonlight and Vodka Pt 2: Moonlight
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
Moonlight and Vodka Pt 1: Breathless
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
Reflections
Prologue
He’d changed his routine in the last couple of weeks since returning. It used to be that he would wake, and immediately check the controls, the systems, and only then would he think about getting showered and dressed. But no longer. Breakfast was his first priority now. The griping, clenching hunger pangs that wracked his body could not be staved off until later. Continue reading
Home
First in a series of vignettes. More wil be added as they are completed. Continue reading