Author: roman

Teary-eyed, Tia pointed to the sky. “Look at the contrails! Is it me or is there something wrong about them?” As the five contrails started to curve towards horizontal flight, their trajectories started to look strange. I did not dare believing what I thought I was seeing.  “Tia,...

Just as I locked the last container, people started popping up from the hatch at the fore mast’s crow’s nest. First three went down before they knew what hit them. The next two took cover behind the two meter thick mast structure, while another one...

The shuttle was hovering over the second row of containers which had formed a wide shelf in front of the weaponized containers, which to my astonishment had indeed been adorned with ZIM logos. Those terrorists did have a sense of humor after all. Who would...

The sea was dark and stormy, illuminated by the full moon. The dramatic lighting gave it that intense look of an old painting depicting a naval battle of some sort. All that was missing are a few tall ships, cannon balls and shrapnel wreaking havoc...

“AI, I need to see outside of the ship. Are there any windows here that I’m not seeing?” Before I finished that sentence, the whole interior wall of the shuttle had disappeared. I gasped, totally disoriented. While I was busy gasping, Tia had grabbed her rifle...

Tia smoothly guided her whisper-quiet bike behind the abandoned farmhouse, where we promptly dismounted, and tensely looked at each other. Tia pointed at the gun case, without speaking a word. I took a que and opened it quietly. She took her Tavor, slung it over...

We were speeding towards the artifact in her bike, disregarding most traffic regulations along the way.  “Now that we’re done with your questions, here is a list of mine,” her voice announced sharply through the helmet’s intercom.“ Her questions were precise and followed in rapid succession,...

Tia sighed deeply, then continued speaking in a deep conspiratorial voice. “ETTF stands for the ‘European Timber Trade Federation’ - the scariest government agency there is,” she said with the gravely serious expression on her face. I have to admit her deadpan delivery was excellent, but the...

I’m not a hero. I don’t look like a hero, I don’t sound like a hero, my balls are not made of steel or even of an inferior softer metal. I’m not even remotely qualified for what I needed to do. But no one else...

While I was thinking how to get down from the plane with my small backpack and the rifle, Tia approached the plane. “Throw me your rifle,” she said.  The family kept staring at me, with ever widening eyes, as I threw my rifle to Tia, and jumped...