Free BlindFire by Colin Wraight Page A

now  and  then  he  would  ask  about  his  sister. A sister who was missing without trace. Perhaps she was dead, laying in a ditch some where. But if there was one chance she was alive then only one man knew, and his name was Jack Mckay.
      His ticket had been stamped at least four times by now and Danny was sick of seeing the inspector.
      "Fahrkarten bitte."   Boomed the voice yet again.
      " Oh for Gods sake." Whispered Danny and produced the now crumbled piece of paper.
      "Change at Duisburg ."  Said the man in German then disappeared.
      "Hello." A stranger s aid . " Are the se seats free?"
      "Yes of course.” Danny offered. “ I’ll just move my bags."
      She was tall and slim with wavy black hair and an olive complexion. Danny guessed maybe east Mediterranean or even Middle Eastern, it was hard to tell but whatever she was quite stunning.
      Once  they  had  both  sat down again and she had taken her coat off  Danny   asked  her  how  she  had  known  he  was  English.
      "I can tell by the way you’re dressed t rainers, jeans and a T-shirt in winter.  You must be a British soldier.
      "Almost right, actually I’m in the Airforce."  He lied.
      "Oh, so are you a pilot then? "
      Danny laughed. "No ." The last thing he wanted was an in-depth conversation into aerodynamics, especi ally as he knew nothing about the subject .
      "So." She mused. "You’re in the Airforce but you don’t fly?"
      He yawned and closed his eyes. Perhaps if he went to sleep she might sto p asking questions. "Ground crew..! "
      Even  though  his  eyes  were  closed  he  could  feel  her  staring  at  him.
      "Haven’t I seen you on television or something?  Are n’t you an actor?"
      Danny continued to ignore her , still pretending to be asleep.
      Soon he really was asleep dreaming his strange sometimes terrifying dreams. Suddenly the alarm bells deep in his subconscious sounded. Some thing was being forced over his mouth. His waking struggle subsided almost immediately.
      That smell, so familiar, he knew it from somewhere , it was like the chlorine at the swimming baths .  Now he could feel a hand in his pocket then it went to his other pocket. His mind raced. What was that smell and why couldn't he move? A voice seemed to come from nowhere and yet it was everywhere.
      "I know who you really are Danny Stone! "
      Then the darkness.
    ***
     
     
    The building was quiet except for the sound of his shoes clicking on the highly polished corridor . The Major knocked on what was quickly becoming a very familiar door.
      "Come."
      "Sir, here is a note from the Brigadier; my and may I add your superior ." He handed the aging Commanding Officer a large brown envelope. "Would you be as kind as to hand over any information concerning Staff Sergeant Stone ?  His personnel file will do nicely for starters."
      The Col on el opened the note and seemed to take an inordinate time to read it.
      "Sir, with all due respect please don’t waste my time.  If  you  have any  objections  put  it  in  writi ng  and  send  it  to  Brigade Headquarters ."
      "That's..."
      "Yes."  The Major said at once.  "Please Sir.  I have little time for idle chit chat . I need a co py of Cpl Pikes statement and of course the Taxi driver."
      "But I can't possibly... I have an engagement I simply must attend."
      "Then go Sir , you're not required here...."  T he Major s aid as politely as he could and smiled.
    ***
     
     
      That  smell,  there  i t  was  again  his subconscious aroused he stirred, but  he  was  handcuffed  and  couldn't  move.  There was a powerful light which seemed to be swaying in front of his eyes and making them burn.
      " Get that light out of my face?" He mumbled incoherently, his muscles still loath to function correctly . The light continued its swaying motion . "Turn that thing off."
      "It’s me you idiot."  Came the now familiar