Chapter 14 Thursday night Steam billowed out as the door opened. He was not at the basin as she had supposed, and she froze on seeing the tall figure standing there, his back to her, one hand on the wall as water poured over him, pooling palest brown in the cheap white shower tray. The knowledge that he must have been hurt in the attack, as well as the sudden…
‘Hardened’, ‘craggy’, ‘sinister’, ‘sand-blasted’. Just a few of the descriptions of George Sewell’s features, the actor known to all UFO fans as Colonel Alec Freeman. It was those ‘lived-in’ looks that contrasted so perfectly with Ed Bishop’s angelic and androgynous appearance and helped to make the partnership of Straker/Freeman a pivotal part of UFO. But for all his ‘shifty’ looks, George Sewell, although never attaining first-rank fame, was a prolific…
I hadn’t stayed in a hotel quite like this before. Minimalist. The rooms are basic. Comfortable but .. basic. A large bed, bathroom ‘capsule’ I suppose they call it, a small niche to hang a couple of shirts. I hadn’t brought much in the way of luggage though. An overnight bag. That was all. Clean shirt, razor… that sort of thing. It was all I needed. This was a…
The room was bland and white. Not the glaring white of fresh paint, but a tired, dulled white, as if it had been awake too long, and seen too much, to bother trying to be bright and alert any more. As if anyone really cared anyway. There was a table and two chairs in the middle. The floor was there. That was all you could say about it. It knew…
Warnings: Some physical violence, injuries Chapter 12 – Thursday pm John Shepherd. Rebecca thought about him as she headed for home and bed, unaware that she was being observed by a man who was tensing himself ready to move as soon as she was clear of the cameras that monitored the entrance. She walked away, her back to him, the sharp night air stinging her eyes, the frosty chill clouding…
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Chapter 8 Wednesday afternoon to midnight. The library had been warm. That was about all John Shepherd could say. The computers so slow and inefficient that it was not worth even attempting to get into the police files that he hoped might hold some clues to his situation. He had spent a couple of hours reading newspapers and journals, enjoying the silence and the peace, but, eventually hunger and unease…
Fillings! You know the feeling. You pick up a KitKat, or some such biscuit (and yes, you convince yourself, the diet will start tomorrow!) and you unwrap it, crumple the paper up and toss it into the wastebin. You take a bite and, just then the phone rings. So what do you do? You put it down and go and chat to Great Aunt Maude. When you return … no…
Ed Straker is so often depicted by fans and in fanfic as a ‘superstudly’ and heroic man of action. Hard–ass and unfriendly, calculating and cold, sexy and virile, wealthy and calculating, as well as being a loving and devoted husband and father. A whole raft of different Strakers. But.. what is the truth? Is Ed Straker really like that? Bedding every woman he meets who takes his fancy? Rude and…
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…