Sample chapter of the 3rd Sean Tanner spy adventure - in progress.
Tanner was enjoying the fresh smell of the sea breeze across the cliff-top when a slight high-pitched whine caught his attention; from its hidden location, just below the cliff face, a strange craft rose. Tanner’s muscles responded, preparing him for action. He saw two machine guns bolted onto each side of the flying machine, and he needed no further indication that it meant him harm. Bullets whizzed past his head; it was aiming to kill.
Tanner dropped his bag and ran, diving and rolling every time the machine neared. He could see the road below, becoming closer with each roll. Tanner landed, with a thump, onto the black tarmac. In the distance, from around a blind bend, Tanner could hear the roar of a muscle car – a rarity, but maybe a glimmer of hope; he stood up and flagged it down. A young woman wearing sunglasses and a relaxed look reached over and opened the passenger-side door. ‘Get in,’ she ordered.