Tag Archives: Dark Horizons

Continued from Thirty-four: the Testimony of Madison Sinclair Thirty-five: Samarkand Hansen wasn’t high up in the Chamber, but he was high enough to know what had happened in Kathmandu. He had heard about the success of Blackout, then the removal … Continue reading →

Continued from Thirty-three: Station Thirty-four: the Testimony of Madison Sinclair Boyle, Rudi, Cody and Kane were all there, looking like they were ready to go hard, but they weren’t moving at all. The Bedouin, he turned to me—and I have … Continue reading →

Continued from Thirty-two: En Route Thirty-three: Station Mads holstered his SIG. He couldn’t believe the action had ended. Everything had passed in a blur, like fast-forwarding through a DVD. Heather leaned against the SUV blocker she had driven, breathing hard, … Continue reading →

Continued from Thirty-one: Cascade Effect Thirty-two: En Route Heather gripped the wheel of the SUV. Hastily acquired by Gurung and his network of contacts, it had only minimal upgrading and no armour. She felt vulnerable. With the engine off, she … Continue reading →

Continued from Thirty: No Delilah Thirty-one: Cascade Effect “Stop coddling me.” Cascade’s eyes narrowed to a sharp point, her anger and her frustration all there for those that could read it. Scott could. That’s what he did. And he could … Continue reading →

Continued from Twenty-nine: House Call Thirty: No Delilah The wall surrounding the estate did not matter. The many electronic baffles set to inhibit eavesdropping did not matter. The psychic shield so strong it gave pedestrians that passed the structure slight … Continue reading →

Continued from Twenty-eight: Kitting Up Twenty-nine: House Call Willow watched the front of the building over the telescopic sight on her Knight’s Armaments SR-25 sniper rifle. She crouched in an alleyway while Rudi stood behind her. Rudi’s VSS—a Vintorez special … Continue reading →

Continued from Twenty-seven: Hitting the Fan Twenty-eight: Kitting Up She hadn’t had a cigarette in almost ten years. How come she remembered it so vividly? Heather imagined the feel of it in her mouth, imagined lighting it, inhaling. The calm … Continue reading →

Continued from Twenty-six: Overt Sly Twenty-seven: Hitting the Fan Walker watched the exchange through binoculars. He crouched on a rooftop across the street from the alley mouth. He wasn’t happy with the location, but they couldn’t have gotten much closer … Continue reading →

Continued from Twenty-five: Hard Driving Twenty-six: Overt Sly The first word that came to Rudi when he met the contact was unimpressive. Short, squat, with a patchy beard and missing teeth, Gurung had told him the contact wanted to be … Continue reading →