Red Sands

My name is Ethan Morris and I have been with British Intelligence for eight years. Of course, that's not something you can say around to impress girls in a pub. The trick is to always mention that you "work for the government", and any curiosity about your professional activities will disappear in a blink of an eye. A few months ago I was called to join "Session 06", an obscure department of the Directorate of Intelligence run by an even more obscure figure, the burly ex-RAF pilot known only as "Alpha". Good people used to say that Alpha created Session 06 following some kind of transcendental inspiration. I don't know if that's true, but I also can't imagine it that big sitting in the cockpit of an AY-19 fighter. The man does not seem to be of this world.

Section 06 is located in an abandoned train station at the back of an amusement park. A perfect hiding place. It is said that there is a huge area in its basement where secret weapons are developed. My rank doesn't even allow me to go near this restricted area. But that didn't stop me from coming into contact with a new threat. It gives me chills to this day.

One morning I was called to Alpha's office. His bearing and deep voice are intimidating at first, but he is a focused and objective man. He gestured for me to sit down.

- Agent Ethan Morris, we have an unusual situation and we need your work here.

- Of course sir.

- There is a movement in higher echelons related to an invasion.

- Invasion, sir?

- Exactly.

- By a... foreign power?

- No, it's more complicated than it might seem at first. I would like you to visit an address in a distant village.

- I don't understand, sir.

Alpha pulled a memo out of a drawer and handed it to me.

- Here's the address. The only information available is that it's a hot spot. Go to the location and record any type of movement that you deem abnormal.

- Sir.