Foster was disgruntled to say the least. What a shitty shift to pull. The graveyard shift, twenty hundred to oh six hundred. And on Christmas Eve as well. It was his first ever Christmas Eve night shift. And he would make damned sure it was the last time he got lumbered with it. Continue reading
Category Archives: The Rachel Chronicles
Rachel Chronicles: 8 Just Another Day
Prologue
He regretted it the minute he had spoken. Shit. If only he’d thought for a moment or two. But it was too late now.
Shit. And shit again. Continue reading
Rachel Chronicles: 7 Verified
Validation Process
Paul Foster had only arrived back at his flat two hours ago, after a long arduous stint in control of Moonbase. He was still jet-lagged, or to be more precise he thought, lunar-shuttle-lagged. He knew that he had to face Straker first thing in the morning to explain how, last month, two UFOs had managed to evade the Moonbase tracker systems, not to mention SID. Continue reading
Rachel Chronicles: 6 Valentine’s Kiss
Prologue
It was finished at last. The final detail, the final stitches in place. Now all that was left was to write the card, wrap it up and deliver it. Everything else had been organised weeks ago, but this last touch, this indication of things to come had taken longer to complete than anticipated. But it was done. Finally. Continue reading
Rachel Chronicles: 5 Separated
Chapter 1
The Commander:
It was getting on for midnight when he finished his late night run and jogged, sweaty and tired, back up the stairs to the apartment. Continue reading
Rachel Chronicles: 4 Rescued
Chapter 1
‘Hey, that’s my chair!’
‘Yeh, well you weren’t sitting on it. So it’s mine now.’
‘Look, I had it first. Get up right now and let me have it back.’
‘Or you’ll do what, little brother?’ Continue reading
Rachel Chronicles 3: Redacted
October 2009
Thursday
The alarm sounded. A hand reached out, fingers groping until they found their target, then blessed silence. The arm slunk back under the covers, pulling the pillow closer to the tousled head. A snort of inhaled breath as the sleeper reluctantly emerged from the warmth and security of the bed. Continue reading
Rachel Chronicles 2: Surrendered
August 2009
Friday:
The restaurant, off the beaten track and advertised only by word of mouth, was small and exclusive, and the majority of the tables already occupied. It felt strange going in by herself, even though her driver was waiting to ensure that she was inside. Continue reading
Rachel Chronicles 1: Process of Elimination
Chapter 1
August 2009
Peter Claybourne’s mutilated body lay on the path, his blood pooling underneath him in obscene imitations of Rorschach patterns, his sightless eyes staring in horror up at clouds and light and shadows above and his handgun still in its holster. Continue reading