Bedlam Chapter One- Chapter One -Bedlam Chapter One
THE GUN FEELS heavy in his hands. Sweat pours from his brow, trickles along the bridge of his nose, over his lips, before finally dropping from his chin to the ground. Tears add some flavour to this sweat, creating a concoction of terror, grief and guilt.
“Please, don’t do this. You don’t want to do this. I can help you. Do you need money? Sex? I can give you anything you want, please just let me live.” The woman sits huddled in the corner. Tremors shake her. Her voice is hoarse and fuelled by terror. He thinks she is pretty; supple lips, delicate cheeks, firm breasts, porcelain sk
A Cobbler's Son ProloguePROLOGUEA Cobbler's Son Prologue
March 1, 2008 5: 59 P.M.
Sion, Switzerland
CAPTAIN TERRY HAUTE of the Offshore Threat Management Association Unit TK421 stood silently in the midst of the raging blizzard with his feet buried in a layer of snow and a heart as cold as ice. He had grown accustomed to conditions such as these, but the constant gripping cold of the Alps was proving to be a pain in the arse. With a heart threatening failure and a mind threatening collapse, he thought of the orders he had been given, and was warmed by them.
Snow drifted and swirled; tiny flakes whose only purpose in life was to fall, fall, fal
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