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Like a knife being slid slowly down her throat, right down her chest. Straight into her heart. That was the grief she felt. Like slivers of razors running through her veins. Throbbing with her pulse. His blue eyes. So pale they looked like clouded sky. No glow now. No sparkle. His hands, covered in blood …

PFC Jacqui Winston was by no means a _smart_ woman. She followed orders, to the letter, because she trusted that her CO knew what he was talking about. Her loyalty and unquestioning obedience was already legend. Her squad knew it, the platoon knew it. You told “Jumping Jac” to get something done, she did it …

She awoke with a jerk of all her muscles. The back of her head banged against metal and her right leg cramped so hard she groaned in pain. “What the hell?” she whispered. It was so dark that she felt her face to see if she had a blindfold on, because she knew her eyes …

It occurred to her suddenly, out of the blue, that she really was in deep trouble. She hadn’t really worried before. Now, she was feeling something she had been avoiding since she was a youngster. Fear. Panic. Oh, and rage of course. But she knew rage very well, as it was a pretty constant emotion …

“This is Georgina. She will be be joining you on the tactical training today. Make her welcome.” Sarge stood next to a young woman in civvies. He had an unreadable expression on his face. All business today. He left the room. Stepman of course leapt up from his chair and shoved his hand out at …

Kerry leant against the wall next to the mirrored glass. His eyes on the man in the room on the other side. Wick was picking his teeth with a long dirty fingernail. “We can call in Lear, Mike.” said Muller. In this little dark room, Mullers pale red hair seemed to glow in light from …

He doesn’t talk with his hands. I notice that. His lips hardly move. He stands there with that look on his face with his hands at his sides and tells me that I am no longer needed. It looks like he is mumbling, but his words are crystal clear. His meaning is clear. I’ve seen …

Her breath was coming in high pitched rasps between cracked bloody lips. She’d lost a heel at some point. A stitch of massive proportions was tearing its way up her side. She had to keep running, she could still hear them behind her. She kicked off both shoes and held the little straps in her …

It was on a Wednesday that Jeff first noticed. His back began to ache as if he’d done a days hard labour. Terrible spasms began that night, as he lay in bed. On Thursday morning, he could hardly move. His eyes were gummed shut and they burned. Jeff thought perhaps he had the ‘flu. He …