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Chapters (45)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. 2046
  6. One
  7. Two
  8. Three
  9. Four
  10. Five
  11. Six
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Ten
  16. Eleven
  17. Twelve
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-One
  27. Twenty-Two
  28. Twenty-Three
  29. Twenty-Four
  30. Twenty-Five
  31. Twenty-Six
  32. Twenty-Seven
  33. Twenty-Eight
  34. Twenty-Nine
  35. Thirty
  36. Thirty-One
  37. Thirty-Two
  38. Thirty-Three
  39. Thirty-Four
  40. Thirty-Five
  41. Thirty-Six
  42. Thirty-Seven
  43. Thirty-Eight
  44. Thirty-Nine
  45. About the Author

‘SAFA,’ Harry roars, holding the doctor one-handed as she sinks beneath the waves. He waits, praying she’ll come back up, then spotting her form metres away being swept by the waves. The mission has to come first, the mission always comes first. Get the doctor back. They are soldiers and the lives of a few do not matter against the lives of so many. He swims, hating himself but knowing this is what must be done. He swims, aiming for the light, but wishing above all else to ditch this man and go back for Safa.

He gets closer. Rising higher with the current and dropping back down the wall by twisting his body just so and letting gravity do the rest. He times the approach with a plan in mind, rising and falling as the square light shimmers closer and closer with every kick of his legs. He sinks down, sensing rather than knowing when to kick and when to let the wall of water lift him higher until he’s about to sail past the shimmering light. He twists and grips the doctor with both of his hands while rolling on to his back. A huge heave and he forces the man up into the air as he sinks from the explosion of force generated. The doctor goes through the light but he does not. Instead, he goes down deep past the light and that explosion of energy drains the strength from his limbs and the air from his lungs. He tries to draw air in but only water comes. Choking water that fills his lungs. Panic sets in with legs kicking and arms flailing and in that panic so he breathes in again, worsening the damage as his body dies from lack of oxygen.

A raging sea with mountainous waves rolling to a far and distant shore. An empty RIB bouncing from peak to trough and two corpses floating face down as they lift and fall in the dark green depths and a blue shimmering light that is suddenly no longer there.

Thirty-Three

Thirty-Three

The empty building opposite the warehouse is bought outright with cash paid through a property development company that is owned by a finance company that is working for an investment firm that may or may not be registered under an umbrella corporation that might be registered in the Bahamas.

The five men gain access one by one, dressed in exactly the same kind of workmen’s clothing. The shade, the fit, the style is identical. It isn’t five men that go inside one by one. It is the same man coming and going.