Glitch in the Machine – An (chapter 7)

1st September 2015

If the world was truly a rational place, men would ride sidesaddle.   “So what do you think this is?” Foster asked Straker in a quiet aside, both of them saddling their horses. The alien device had gone into one of the electronics chests with Foster’s help. “Mind or mood altering rays,” Straker shrugged. “It’s not the first time they influenced the human psyche. Let’s wait and see what Jackson…


Glitch in the Machine – An (chapter 6)

1st June 2015

Chapter 6 Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyways. “Colonel Freeman,” Ford’s tinny voice blared from the intercom in Straker’s office. “Could you please come to the control room, sir?” Alec looked up, puzzled. It was, as Straker usually called it, the graveyard shift, and up to now it had been dead quiet indeed. He rose much more fluently than a man his size and mass usually…


Glitch in the Machine – An (chapters 4&5)

17th August 2012

Chapter 4 As distance shows a horse’s strength, so time reveals a person’s heart. “You’re becoming quite an okay rider, Ed,” Foster said drily. “You held on to the reins.” Everyone at the large kitchen table laughed good-naturedly, including Straker. The sun had set at last, giving way to a leaden, cloud-covered night sky. All eight of them had gathered around the huge slab of moor oak which served as…


Glitch in the Machine-An (Chapters 2 & 3)

Chapter 2 Riding: The art of keeping a horse between you and the ground. In the end Straker had decided to use a local airline rather than expose one of their own machines on a flight to Reykjavik. Thus it had been Iceland Air which had taken them to Keflavík International Airport. Now Paul Foster and he were sitting in a small charter plane bound for east-coast Egilsstadir Airport. If…

11th June 2012

Glitch in the Machine-An (Prologue, Chapter 1)

2nd June 2012

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…