Protected: Shadows of the Mind (Part 3.3)
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Day: 1st June 2011
Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons: Crisis
By: Colin M. Taylor (author) Forty thousand feet above the earth’s surface, Cloudbase, Headquarters of the Spectrum Organisation, navigation beacons glowing brightly, hovered effortlessly in the blue-black sky. The full moon shone down onto the the vast expanse of the flight deck and the trio of Angel aircraft clamped to it. The beauty of the night was lost on the figure gazing pensively through a porthole into the darkness outside….
Straker and Freeman in Computer Affair
Courtesy of UFO series homepage A deleted scene from the episode
Michael Billington: Photos
Michael Billington as Colonel Foster in ‘Ordeal’ Courtesy of UFO series homepage ‘Ordeal’ Courtesy of UFO series homepage Michael Billington as Paul Foster, courtesy of UFO series homepage Michael Billington Portrait. Courtesy of UFO series homepage Billington and Bishop in The Long Sleep Courtesy UFO series homepage Billington and Bishop in Kill Straker! Courtesy UFO series homepage Michael Billington and George Sewell on set Courtesy UFO series homepage
The Shepherd – Hefted (Chapters 6 & 7)
Chapter 6 – Wednesday afternoon ‘Call the commander.’ Paul Foster leaned over Keith Ford’s console. ‘He needs to get back here, as soon as possible.’ The Chief Communications Officer didn’t even acknowledge the order, his fingers even as Foster spoke activating the emergency call signal to Alec Freeman’s mobile. ‘Damn.’ Alec, his fingers on the neat package of photographs in his jacket pocket, pulled his hand free and grabbed his…
Separate (Poem)
Waiting as water trickles trails in shattered splintered silken lies sliding down barriers of sullen rain Separate, I stand hand hidden. Waiting wondering as creation wriggles, rosebud lips suckling seeking unformed unpractised sounds slip across barriers of protection Separate, I stand hand on glass Waiting as empty echoes isolate shattered creation Separated now I stand. My treacherous hand betrayed me with one blow. LtCdr 07.05.2011
The Things We Never Say
“Here, Commander,” the staff nurse pointed at the fine, dotted line, just as the church bells across the road chimed ten times. Distracted he placed his scrawl underneath the official discharge form, waited for his copy and folded it into his breastpocket, while he walked out of the hospital. His stay at Mayland had been perfunctory, making sure he was unharmed by the lack of oxygen during that submarine accident…