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Mason Knight covert government agent fifteen years experience, drunkard, womaniser haunted by his past and his guilt, is called upon again to save the country.
Can he overcome his demons? Will he complete the mission with the aid of his beautiful rookie operative on her first mission?
Can he rescue the mysterious package that could change the face of modern warfare?
Will mason stay sober enough to keep his mind on the task before him and not fall for the sexy young Partner?
Alternatively, will mason just give in, admit defeat, and settle for a normal safe life.
Covert Tears
By Richard Keast
He stood at the window, watching the rain; he liked the rain, he liked walking in the rain but could not remember the reason why.
He struggled to remember but the whisky clouded the memory maybe it had something to do with a long lost lover or did it?
Taking another sip of whiskey from the glass in his right hand, he savoured the taste swallowed and lent on the window with his left. Looking down the street he saw a middle-aged man on the far side walking the family pet, the man's facial appearance where obscured by the turned up collar on his coat and the stupid hat that he was wearing, the dog didn't look much better either. Three cars drove past at speed and he wondered whom they might be and where they might be going, the wind blew and the rain continued to pour as the shallow rivers of rain ran down the road as if in some unknown race. Taking yet another drink, he emptied the glass "shit" he said out aloud as if anybody could hear him He stood at the window, watching the rain; he liked the rain, he liked walking in the rain but could not remember the reason why.
He struggled to remember but the whisky clouded the memory maybe it had something to do with a long lost lover or did it?
Taking another sip of whiskey from the glass in his right hand, he savoured the taste swallowed and lent on the window with his left. Looking down the street he saw a middle-aged man on the far side walking the family pet, the man's facial appearance where obscured by the turned up collar on his coat and the stupid hat that he was wearing, the dog didn't look much better either. Three cars drove past at speed and he wondered whom they might be and where they might be going, the wind blew and the rain continued to pour as the shallow rivers of rain ran down the road as if in some unknown race. Taking yet another drink, he emptied the glass "shit" he said out aloud as if anybody could hear him He stood at the window, watching the rain; he liked the rain, he liked walking in the rain but could not remember the reason why.
He struggled to remember but the whisky clouded the memory maybe it had something to do with a long lost lover or did it?
Taking another sip of whiskey from the glass in his right hand, he savoured the taste swallowed and lent on the window with his left. Looking down the street he saw a middle-aged man on the far side walking the family pet, the man's facial appearance where obscured by the turned up collar on his coat and the stupid hat that he was wearing, the dog didn't look much better either. Three cars drove past at speed and he wondered whom they might be and where they might be going, the wind blew and the rain continued to pour as the shallow rivers of rain ran down the road as if in some unknown race. Taking yet another drink, he emptied the glass "shit" he said out aloud as if anybody could hear him.
Mason Knight covert government agent fifteen years experience, drunkard, womaniser haunted by his past and his guilt, is called upon again to save the country.
Can he overcome his demons? Will he complete the mission with the aid of his beautiful rookie operative on her first mission?
Can he rescue the mysterious package that could change the face of modern warfare?
Will mason stay sober enough to keep his mind on the task before him and not fall for the sexy young Partner?
Alternatively, will mason just give in, admit defeat, and settle for a normal safe life.
Covert Tears
By Richard Keast
He stood at the window, watching the rain; he liked the rain, he liked walking in the rain but could not remember the reason why.
He struggled to remember but the whisky clouded the memory maybe it had something to do with a long lost lover or did it?
Taking another sip of whiskey from the glass in his right hand, he savoured the taste swallowed and lent on the window with his left. Looking down the street he saw a middle-aged man on the far side walking the family pet, the man's facial appearance where obscured by the turned up collar on his coat and the stupid hat that he was wearing, the dog didn't look much better either. Three cars drove past at speed and he wondered whom they might be and where they might be going, the wind blew and the rain continued to pour as the shallow rivers of rain ran down the road as if in some unknown race. Taking yet another drink, he emptied the glass "shit" he said out aloud as if anybody could hear him He stood at the window, watching the rain; he liked the rain, he liked walking in the rain but could not remember the reason why.
He struggled to remember but the whisky clouded the memory maybe it had something to do with a long lost lover or did it?
Taking another sip of whiskey from the glass in his right hand, he savoured the taste swallowed and lent on the window with his left. Looking down the street he saw a middle-aged man on the far side walking the family pet, the man's facial appearance where obscured by the turned up collar on his coat and the stupid hat that he was wearing, the dog didn't look much better either. Three cars drove past at speed and he wondered whom they might be and where they might be going, the wind blew and the rain continued to pour as the shallow rivers of rain ran down the road as if in some unknown race. Taking yet another drink, he emptied the glass "shit" he said out aloud as if anybody could hear him He stood at the window, watching the rain; he liked the rain, he liked walking in the rain but could not remember the reason why.
He struggled to remember but the whisky clouded the memory maybe it had something to do with a long lost lover or did it?
Taking another sip of whiskey from the glass in his right hand, he savoured the taste swallowed and lent on the window with his left. Looking down the street he saw a middle-aged man on the far side walking the family pet, the man's facial appearance where obscured by the turned up collar on his coat and the stupid hat that he was wearing, the dog didn't look much better either. Three cars drove past at speed and he wondered whom they might be and where they might be going, the wind blew and the rain continued to pour as the shallow rivers of rain ran down the road as if in some unknown race. Taking yet another drink, he emptied the glass "shit" he said out aloud as if anybody could hear him.