One last bit to stick on. Make sure there’s not too much glue. Don’t use so much the fumes get to you. Like a guy would do that. John Rutland looked at the model his Dad brought him the last time he visited. It was a good boat and John was very proud to be able to put it together all by himself. Now, it had to dry before he…
Leadership Exercise
Some time ago, in another UFOverse we were issued a challenge. The Challenge was as follows: Ed Straker is found dead in an alley way in London. There are no marks on the body. Toxicology has not been completed. The only clue to what has happened is a suitcase containing a red space suit. As the protem leader of SHADO, what do you do? You have five minutes. The…
Shot In The Dark (Ch. 22, 23, 24 & 25)
Chapter 22 “John?” It was Virgil’s voice that broke the silence this time, low and uncertain as he stood up, taking a step forward as if he didn’t believe that his brother was truly there. “How?” Gordon was practically laughing now, although both Virgil and Scott knew that he was finding nothing funny, it was just the sheer absurdity of the situation. They had just spent however many hours thinking…
Anniversary
June 11th 1932. Not a particularly notable day, as days go. No great discoveries, no world-breaking news, but there was one particular event that will remain significant to all fans of UFO. George Victor Bishop was born. It seems strange that, to serious UFO fans, the man who was the lynch-pin of UFO would have been eighty this year. Although we have seen him in numerous film TV appearances, and…
Vodka 2 (Moonlight and Vodka series)
3 ‘Colonel Freeman.’ ‘Nina. Any news?’ ‘Still searching Colonel. It’s only been two hours and we haven’t covered all the sectors yet. There’s a lot of space out there.’ Nina leaned closer to look into the monitor. ‘Give us time Alec. Right now everything I have available is out there looking. But with that satellite out of operation we’re left with a blind spot that can’t be scanned by sensors….
Glitch in the Machine-An (Prologue, Chapter 1)
Prologue Dagur Stilgarsson knew he was dying. He had known the moment he had touched the housing of the multiplexing unit. The secret service technician shifted his weight in an attempt to reach his duffel bag, and the mobile in it. He had to warn Reykjavík headquarters about the trap which was killing the fourth agent just now. Even though his lanky frame moved but mere inches, he could feel…