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Meet John Milton
He considers himself an artisan. A craftsman. His trade is murder.
Milton is the man the government sends after you when everything else has failed. Ruthless. Brilliant. Anonymous. Lethal. You wouldn't pick him out of a crowd but you wouldn't want to be on his list. But now, after ten years, he's had enough — there's blood on his hands and he wants out. Trouble is, this job is not one you can just walk away from.
He goes on the run, seeking atonement for his sins by helping the people he meets along the way. But his past ca
1000 Yards
This 17,000 word novella is an introduction to John Milton, the most dangerous assassin in the pay of Her Majesty's government.
Milton is sent into North Korea. With nothing but a sniper rifle, bad intentions and a very particular target, will Milton be able to take on the secret police of the most dangerous failed state on the planet?
Mark Dawson
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
DEDICATION
Mark Dawson
1000 Yards
PROLOGUE
Three hours into the flight and he realised he was about to have the dream again. The cabin was quiet: meals cleared, drinks served, lights dimmed. Just the steady drone of the engines. The other passengers were relaxing, some of them begi
It did not come often now. He had made it that way, with the force of his will, yet, on those occasions when the dream did overcome him, it came with all its old strength and vigour. He knew the signs: that familiar feeling of being hollowed out, an empty vessel into which it would pour. Fatigue weakened his defences, and he had not slept for two days. He squeezed his eyes shut and gripped the armrests so tightly that his knuckles whitened. His shoulders locked and the muscles behind his knees, and in his calves, tightened. He sagged back into the seat, trying to breathe normally but knowing that he was gulping each breath. He was helpless, impotent, and paralysed.
Trapped.
He squeezed his eyes tighter, so hard that tiny pinprick explosions of red and yellow light cascaded against his lids. The dream raced towards him like the pitch black mouth of a tu
The desert.
The village.
The madrasa.
The children.
The cheap plastic football, swerving in the wind.
The young boy.
The plane, coming in fast and low, the roar of its engines echoing through the valley.
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From: <redacted>
To: <redacted>
Date: Monday, February 14, 5.55 P.M.
Subject: DPRK
Dear Foreign Secretary,
The P.M. asked for further information on last month’s attacks. I therefore attach a report originated by STRATFOR which apparently confirms what we suspected to be true. I note that our American friends have reached the same conclusion, and that they share our frustration at the impunity with which the DPRK is acting in this regard. They concur with us that the time has come to let them know that there is a red line beyond which they must not cross, and that consequences will flow if they do. I know that the Ambassador has reported these sentiments to you.
If there is any follow-up once the P.M. has considered this intelligence please do, as ever, let me know.
Sincerely,
M.
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PUBLICATION: analysis/background
ATTRIBUTION: STRATFOR
SOURCE DESCRIPTION: North Korean diplomat
SOURCE Reliability: B
ITEM CREDIBILITY: 2
DISTRIBUTION: Alpha
SOURCE HANDLER: Reva
DPRK sources suggest last month’s massive cyber-attack on banks and media companies throughout SK and the West was pla
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From: <redacted>
To: <redacted>
Date: Tuesday, February 15, 4.25 P.M.
Subject: DPRK
My dear M.,
The P.M. thanks you for your prompt response to his query. He has discussed the issue at high level (including, I believe, with POTUS) and, given the excellent assets that you have secured within the DPRK, approval has been given for you to investigate whether there is something that we might do to give them a bloody nose. This latest attack follows the endless posturing with their missiles and the attacks on S.K. assets, and, as I indicated in my previous email, it has long since reached the point where something must be done. US assistance is available if you deem it necessary but, knowing you as I do, I suspect that you will want to make a demonstration of our effectiveness when working alone. (I can also report the P.M.’s support for that sentiment).
I wonder whether this might be something for our mutual friend? This is, of course, eyes only.
My regards to you and your wife,
Morgan
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From: <redacted>
To: <redacted>
Date: Tuesday, February 15, 4.50 P.M.
Subject: FWD: DPRK
Dear Control,
I forward the email that I received from the Foreign Secretary yesterday. We have a cell of three indigenous agents active within the DPRK and, while we have no reason to believe that the Politburo is aware of their existence, they are not equipped with either the training or the materiél to mount the kind of operation (which you might charitably describe as audacious) that is currently on the table. Group Fifteen, on the other hand, does not have those problems. You have been tasked with considering whether it is practical to work with our assets in the DPRK in this regard, possibly involving an agent from the Group. How practical would it be for you to insert one?
Regards, etc,
M.