Navigator – Chapter 10 – A Sunday Short Story

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Dashing into the cafe’s mini serving room, Isabella spots a metal shelving unit with salt and pepper shakers in the top two rows. On its bottom row is a 1.8-kilogram box of table salt. “ExcuseContinue reading “Navigator – Chapter 10 – A Sunday Short Story”

Navigator – Chapter 9 – A Sunday Short Story

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 “I can dress myself. Thank you!” Quipped Maatu half seated on the paramedic cot poolside at the Jumeirah Al Naseem Southeby hotel, while an over-attentive Paramedic insisted that he change out of his wet clothes from his almostContinue reading “Navigator – Chapter 9 – A Sunday Short Story”

Navigator – Chapter 8 – A Sunday Short Story

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 “Where am I, exactly?” Thought Isabella to herself suddenly realizing that she was no longer in the Jumeirah Al Naseem Southeby’s hotel room on the king-size bed watching the being that called himself: “I am Legion, for we are many,”Continue reading “Navigator – Chapter 8 – A Sunday Short Story”

Navigator – Chapter 7 – A Sunday Short Story

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 “Room service!” chimed a muffled voice floating into Maatu’s half-dream state of consciousness. He had nodded off for almost half an hour while the sandstorm throttling Dubai’s cityscape had vanished. Grunting, and suddenly feeling inexplicably alert Maatu replied: “Come in, please.”Continue reading “Navigator – Chapter 7 – A Sunday Short Story”

Navigator – Chapter 6 – A Sunday Short Story

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 “Sir are you alright? Would you like some water?” Asked the hotel’s frontdoor porter. He stood attentively hovering over Maatu who was rubbing his head vigorously, laying prone on the lavish pink marble and granite hotel lobby entranceway. “Awwwugh…” Moaned Maatu, rolling toContinue reading “Navigator – Chapter 6 – A Sunday Short Story”

Navigator – Chapter 5 – A Sunday Short Story

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 “Run…!!” Yelled, Old Sisyphus, bloodied and bruised crawling trying to outrun the falling Denali four-by-four Jeep’s wreckage, and feverishly attempting to stand upright against the sudden onslaught of the violent sandstorm. “Just a second!” shouted Isabella laying close by, also bruised but otherwise unharmed. RollingContinue reading “Navigator – Chapter 5 – A Sunday Short Story”

Navigator – Chapter 4 – A Sunday Short Story

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 “The assassination failed. What do you want me to do?” Asked the self-proclaimed “tracer” Maatu. The three-hundred-years old spy for hire spoke in hushed tones, on the triple-encrypted phone. The real diamond-encrusted one-of-a-kind 14-carat gold phone had been hand-delivered to Maatu via a brush pass two daysContinue reading “Navigator – Chapter 4 – A Sunday Short Story”

Navigator – Chapter 3 – A Sunday Short Story

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Mr. Tomb sped through the seven-star hotel’s opulent grounds. He ran frantically zigging and zagging like he was in a minefield. Unaware that his client, former CIA Section Head, Aunt Virginia, whom he called “Princess Doom” had ceased her attack, believing that he was dead. Mr. Tomb knew whereContinue reading “Navigator – Chapter 3 – A Sunday Short Story”

Navigator – Chapter 2 – A Sunday Short Story

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Falling like a star across the night sky, the two spies clung to each other plummeting to their impending death at breakneck speed heading for the nearby Jumeirah Beach—its white sand, sparkled like diamond chards in the night glow. With the ground coming up fast… And, with the force of theContinue reading “Navigator – Chapter 2 – A Sunday Short Story”

Navigator – Chapter 1 – A Sunday Short Story

“Move, move, move, haul a@_, Navigator!” Shouted Areef Whittington III (code name: Old Sisyphus), racing across the hotel rooftop, while he retrieved the high-tech goggles from his breast pocket with his usual suave flare. The high-tech goggles, affectionately named Odin’s eye, commenced its subroutine with soft whirring sounds. In five seconds Odin’s eye created aContinue reading “Navigator – Chapter 1 – A Sunday Short Story”