Infinite Velvet – Part One

Fiction

Tuesday, 7am UTC

Infinite blackness is a term well suited to most regions of space, and it was no different here out at Cluster 67. As long as you looked away from the habitation module, anyway. Peaceful, terrifying and vast.

But that was how Reginald Heft liked it, and the primary reason he’d taken this stint at the loneliest outpost in the galaxy. The curriculum wasn’t varied, meals were simple and the company was rather limited. Bliss.

Missing and Buried – Part Four

Fiction, Missing & Buried

Four weeks later

Ben sat back at the breakfast table with a sigh. They had been waiting at the hotel in Beijing for weeks now, waiting for their contact to, well, make contact. So far, he had not been forthcoming. On reaching China they had found a message waiting for them from Dragon’s friend, telling them where to go and who to meet. They were to gather more information on the corruption links between the Chinese and British governments, and try to discover who had fed them the information from the Chinese side in the first place.

Missing and Buried – Part Three

Fiction, Missing & Buried

Later that evening

“She said they’re doing it tomorrow?” Dragon exclaimed, almost spilling the cup of strong, dark tea clutched in her hand.

“That’s what she told me. And that we should go to Deep Storage, er, seven. I think it was seven, but she said it weirdly,” Ben answered, taking a sip from his own mug. He had filled Dragon in on what had happened while she was asleep, and was calming down with tea and a lump of ice cracked from the freezer door on his face.

“Looks like we have some travelling to do. Ever hotwired a car?” She was already getting up and heading back upstairs to get ready.

“Not a skill I’ve ever found the need to practice I’m afraid.”

“Time you learned,” She said with a wink, and ran up the stairs to the bathroom.

Missing and Buried – Part Two

Fiction, Missing & Buried

Somewhere outside London

Ben wondered how he had gone from meeting a stranger in a coffee shop to trailing back and forth across the city to drop a tail, and ended up in a damp and cramped little terraced council house in a tiny suburb all in one day. The entire situation was absurd. They had left the coffee shop, intending to return to his flat to pick things up, until Dragon had grabbed his arm and pulled him down a different street. Someone had been waiting at his door. It was the unmarked car trailing them through another street that really convinced him they were being followed, and so when they broke in to a run and a glance behind showed two determined, grim looking men in pursuit he was no longer even surprised.

The Night Job

Fiction, One Off
This one appeared from thin air while thinking about an awesome line I thought up. Weirdly, the line never ended up in the story at all, and it went in a completely different direction to what I expected. I guess that’s how it goes!

The city was already asleep as Linus crept down the alleyway, toolkit in hand. He was sleight, short, sharp featured and dressed all in black, perfectly at home in the dark, preferring the cloak of night to the stark revealing glare of the day. And besides, it was when he carried out the majority of his business. And a lucrative business it was, he reminded himself, stopping below a first story window, and he was very good at it.