Author: Kit Walker
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Six Weeks Later
The producers of Midnight Force: Sunset on the Sands had booked the Marigold Cinema for the film’s UK debut. It was a small, independent movie theatre in Soho that’d been around since the turn of the last century, its facade an eclectic mix of classical architecture and gaudy neon.
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Where We Left Off
Jay clutched Sebastian’s hand, fingers laced tightly together, as he all but dragged the man back to his flat. Sebastian was more than happy to comply; the moment they were inside, he pulled Jay in for another long, heated kiss.
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The Blow-Off
A cab dropped Sir James Walter off at Heathrow’s charter terminal. A private jet waited for him on the tarmac, ready to fly him to Tenerife. His brisk walk to the plane was interrupted by the sound of someone shouting.
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The Hook
Walter fumbled for the door handle and staggered from the car. The front tire was a shredded mess of rubber, the grille dented from the car’s collision with a streetlamp. Sunlight glinted off something above. In a window overlooking the street, just barely visible between the curtains, was the sleek, dark shape of a rifle.
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The Set-Up
Jay glared up at him, and Sebastian couldn’t help but smile. He’d held a knife to this man’s throat not half an hour ago, and yet he had the brass not only to order Sebastian around, but to sass him in the process.
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Moriarty
Arthur Cadogan West, executive assistant, was accustomed to running errands with his employers after-hours. But Arthur Cadogan West was an identity that had been constructed only two weeks ago. Jay Moriarty, the man who’d constructed it, was about ready to stab his temporary “boss.”
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Moran
Sir James Walter, CEO of Bruce-Partington Aerospace, arrived at the Bagatelle Club around 8:30 in the evening—half an hour late. In that half-hour, Sebastian Moran had successfully cheated the Bagatelle’s poker group out of nearly £600.