Oceans Three

Written by Chris (alcoholandaphorism) Gumshoe: Nights Black Agents: Session 5 A train snakes through the landscape, away through open countryside and pine cone mountain valleys. Away from Serbia, and away from the revelations that took place there. It has been four days now. Four days since they set out, keeping themselves anonymous on public transport,…

What You Don’t Know Can Still Kill You

Written by Chris (alcoholandaphorism) Gumshoe: Nights Black Agents: Session 4 A small graveyard, tucked away amongst the trees and mountain, mere miles from the Serbian border. A small village, isolated and unremarkable.   A graveyard, now filled with much fresher corpses than it is supposed to hold. The result of the actions of three ex government…

There is no doubt

Written by Chris (alcoholandaphorism) Gumshoe: Nights Black Agents: Session 3 In the midst of the built up mass of suburbia Sergei watches through a monocular. Sweeping it up and down the well lit streets he sees nothing that alerts his well honed danger sense. The General Lennart is sleeping, drugged, and the moment to go…

If there is any doubt…

Written by Chris (alcoholandaphorism) Gumshoe: Nights Black Agents: Session 2 It is several month since what was almost a nuclear disaster in Krakow. The Croatian city of Dubrovnik stretches out below a warm blue cloudless sky, leading out onto the coast. This is a land of tourists and celebrities, a land of wealth and Russian…