The Lady Who Brings Death_Red Crater Green_Close Proximity_Who You Really Are
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The Lady Who Brings Death
Eleventh day. I’m still on the seventh floor of Al-Zabeera Hospital, in the heart of Riyadh. Doctors transferred me herwww.onedoor.cce as a patient under observation after having spent six months in the intensive care unit. My room is at the end of the desolated wing of this private ward.“Move” is what I hear being yelled out from the far end. The voice is deafening. It's likely that one of the ward lads is bringing a patient. But just then, a deathly silence descends on everything, and I’m gripped by a strange sensation.Unannounced and uninvited, a vision emerges in front of me out of nowhere.You can tell ...
Red Crater Green
Greg is walking just ahead of me, bobbing up and down with that characteristic loping gait of lunar explorers, which so amused the folks back home when astronauts first walked on the moon. He kicks up plumes of red dust at every step. We are a very long way from home, and this is not the moon. Greg stops in front of a large crater.“This is it Tony, Red Crater Green. Have you got my driver?”“Yes Greg. I hope you’re not going to waste too much time on this ridiculous charade. It’s been done before. ”“On the Moon Tony, not on Mars. Nobody has yet teed off on Mars. I’m doing it first. It’s traditi...
Close Proximity
Nancy gazed through the porthole at the receding network of runways. That was close. If the MI6 director had failed to win over his French counterpart… Shuddering, she sank back against the headrest.“First visit to Paris, Mademoiselle?” Her seatmate’s gaze scarcely intersected with hers as he continued to polish his glasses.Not again. All week, the French contingent had patronized her with equally dismissive glances. Or they had, until the Proximian dispatch vaporized his warhead, mere nano seconds after her directive.Probably thinks I’m on pilgrimage to the City of Love. She barely managed to...
Who You Really Are
Yolanda Ruiz stood with folded arms, surveying the smoldering ruins of the sprawling estate.The morning news would report that rescue efforts were underway, but she knew it was a recovery mission at this point. The inferno had raged through the night as firefighters struggled to navigate their trucks to the villa nestled deep in the national park outside Willard. By the time the choppers had arrived to deploy the fire-retardant that quelled the last of the flames, little remained of the opulent Craftsman mansion. There would be no survivors. It only remained to be seen how badly burned the dec...