Kathmandu 1
Arum took a deep breath of the mountain air. In the east the sky was lightening and the snowy peaks had taken on a faint glow. It would be dawn in less than an hour. From across the valley came the eerie howl of a jackal. He remained still, allowing his heart rate to slow. His slight build masked a sinewy strength, yet his eyes were what people remembered, dark and intense. After a moment he pushed his cap to the back of his head and lit a cigarette. Unscrewing the silencer from his old Walther, he gazed down at the body of Comrade [read more...]