There are so many things to draw inspirations on. A lovely breeze, the smell of fresh baked cookies, or a small little ally that’s the perfect place to dump a body after a murder…. Okay, maybe that last one is a little specific to a crime writer….
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What would it be like to escape after several years? Enjoy this CGSP Short Story, and see what happens…
She stumbled over another tree root and braced herself for the fall. Miraculously she managed to stabilise herself, and only wobbled on her feet.
The walk seemed endless, and her hair kept swiping over her eyes. The dirty mane complimented her clothes and skin. After goodness knows how long in that dingy basement, with no windows, she knew she wasn’t at her best. There hadn’t been any sense of night or day, no radio or tv to pass the time and gather a general idea. She could have been missing for two days, or two years.
Finally, through the glint of the sun, the woman spotted what looked like a town in the distance. She pushed legs faster and started an awkward, tiring run. A rumbling behind her gave her pause, and she spun to face a strange looking car. The ones she’d remembered had looked different than this. She waved her arms above her head and the car slowed. When it reached the side of the road where she was still frantically waving, the window on the driver’s side whooshed down and a man’s face frowned at her.
“Are you okay?”
“Please, what date is it?” she croaked out. He gave her a puzzled look, then waved his hand in the air and the window whooshed back up. He squealed away from her, and she chased after the strange car until it zipped too far ahead of her. She cursed to herself as she doubled over and inhaled deep breaths.
When she’d recovered, the woman continued the walk towards the town ahead. What was that man’s problem? All she did was ask the date. Was that so crazy?
Finally reaching the outskirts of the town, she walked slowly past the unusual structures. They were all made of plaster on the outside; like inside walls. People were bustling across the street, and lights with three colours flicked on and off at various times. More of the unusual cars passed her, as she continued walking.
Stares from various people met her own gaze, but people were giving her a wide berth. Finally, someone began to approach her. The woman was dressed in slick black pants, and a tight-fitting white t-shirt, her black, curly hair falling down her back. Her makeup reminded the woman of Cleopatra, but she smiled anyway as the woman approached her.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“What’s the date? Where am I?”
The other woman frowned, then shook her head and helped her to a nearby bench.
“It’s 2023. You’re in Victoria.”
Returning the frown, she pushed her hair out of her face and shook her head. “It can’t be. It was just 2003.”
In front of her, the woman’s eyes went wide and she quickly glanced around her, motioning wildly as she spotted a man in a suit.
Instead of waiting, she stood and bolted away from the Cleopatra woman and the suited man. Rushing away, she bumped into people and ignored their shouts for her to watch where she was going.
This couldn’t be happening. Twenty years?
As she approached a small shop, she passed the window and froze. It was her own reflection. A strange woman stared back. No longer a sixteen-year-old, her face was older and more weathered. Her hair had grown much longer than she remembered, but she’d already guessed that. Her dirty, older appearance took her breath away.
Behind her, someone cleared his throat and she turned to face a man in a police uniform.
“Are you okay Ma’am?” he asked, his hand resting close to what looked like a strange gun.
She shook her head. “I just escaped. I was kidnapped, and I’ve been missing for a long time.”
The policeman clicked on his radio and asked for backup, before wrapping a hand around her shoulder and motioning her towards the strange looking police car behind them.
“Come on, we’ll get you sorted out.”
She breathed out a sigh of relief. Maybe he’d be able to take her home.
“What’s your name?” The policeman asked.
She shook her head. “It’s been so long since someone’s used it. I honestly don’t remember.”
I hope you enjoyed this little story! If you want more, I release something new every week!
People go missing every day. They are taken, used and abused, and don’t get their story told. If you suspect someone has been abducted – report it.
Hannah Carmichael is a Super Spy, who is trying to take down CGT – the evil spy agency which she used to be a part of. Her husband Zeke, was secretly working to take them down as well, and roped Hannah and her friend and fellow agent Stephanie into the fight. Hannah’s mother Evelyn was a known terrorist and CGT enemy, but now seems to have been on the same side all along. Her Father James, was believed to be dead and missing for over a decade, but has now shown up from his fight in the shadows to help take them down once and for all. It seemed as though everyone in Hannah’s life knew about CGT’s true motives but her. So how will she navigate her new status, new team members and new family dynamics? With CGT linked to a World War III event called ‘Cataclysm’ – What will Hannah and her team find out, and how will they stop it?
FIFTY-NINE
Hannah sighed as another bump in the road threw her into Stephanie’s shoulder. Behind her in the SUV, Zeke and Evelyn were attempting awkward small talk and someone from James’ team was driving. Hannah cleared her throat, “Collin, how far are we from the hotel?”
Colin glanced back at her through the rear view mirror then moved his eyes back to the road, “A few minutes.”
Hannah nodded then felt Stephanie lean in closer, “If we don’t stop this Cataclysm attack, it means more than just War,” Stephanie said quietly. Hannah nodded and sighed deeply, “We were branded terrorists before this attack, and if the world finds out we’re still alive, we’re the easy scapegoats.”
Zeke leaned up and through the two chairs, “I just want to clarify something.” He said softly. “These leaders, they don’t know we’re coming right?”
Hannah turned to face him, “No, neither leaders knows we’re coming to see them. Neither leader knows they are being targeted, and neither leader will be happy with what we have to tell them.” She turned back in her seat and took a deep breath in, “lets just hope we can talk sense into them before the plan takes effect, and before the peace talks start in a few days.”
The SUV slammed forward and Collin shut off the engine, turning with a frown.
“We’re here. Boss said the Little Lady is in charge; so what’s the plan?” Collin asked, cocking his head to the right as he watched Hannah. She took a small breath in, then nodded.
“Collin, you Evelyn and Stephanie go through the Employee access points and check their security. I want entry and exit points covered, security cameras monitored and everybody stays on alert at all times.” Hannah turned to face Zeke and nodded at him, “We’re going to get the master key from the Manager, then head up to the Prime Ministers’ room.”
“How are we getting the key? Asking permission?” Zeke asked, the light hearted teasing a welcome change. Hannah masked a smile then shook her head, “We’re going to have to be a bit more creative this time.”
As the two teams split, Zeke took Hannah’s hand as they walked into the hotel. She flinched, but relaxed into his hold and rolled her shoulders.
“So, the honeymoon play?” Zeke asked, winking at her as they walked closer to the door. She chuckled and shook her head slightly, “It’s odd to hear you say things like that.”
Zeke frowned then shrugged his left shoulder, “I guess things would have been a little different if you knew that from the start.” They moved quietly until Hannah smiled and gave her husband a small shove, “I guess so”. He momentarily lost balance then shoved her back, smiling and pulling her into his hold. He kissed her and Hannah tried not to let it distract her from their surroundings. A man opened the doors to the hotel and excused himself as he saw Hannah and Zeke in the doorway. They pulled away from each other and Zeke smiled, winking at her again as he whispered into her ear, “Here we go.”
They booked a room, asking for the honeymoon suite and requesting special newlywed discounts. While the manager ducked into the office at the back for the necessary paperwork and coupons, Zeke slipped behind the desk and started searching. Hannah watched for other staff until Zeke whispered, “Got it.” She turned back and smiled as he tugged it into his pocket and returned to her side. The Manager reappeared and they signed the paperwork for the room, heading towards the elevator. As they stepped inside, Hannah pushed the button for Level 13 and Zeke tapped his foot, looking up at the roof.
“Level 13 huh?” He asked.
Hannah shrugged, “I guess so. That’s what all the intel said.”
Zeke scoffed, “that’s not a bad sign at all.”
Hannah ignored his comment and stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway. As she clicked the key card into the lock, the door buzzed and she pushed it open.
“Prime Minister?” She asked as they made their way into the hotel room, closing the door behind them. The small living room was empty and Hannah turned to Zeke, “Check the bedroom.”
He moved towards the open door and she walked through the kitchen until Zeke’s voice boomed through the apartment, “Hannah!”
She pushed her way through the door to see the Prime Minister tied to a chair, hands bound behind his back and a blindfold over his eyes. Masking tape was stuck over his mouth and he was struggling, mumbling behind his gag. Hannah pulled her gun out of the holster as Zeke removed the blindfold, then started on the tape.
“Well, well, well.” A familiar voice from behind her made Hannah’s stomach flop over and she raised her weapon as she spun. The room was being invaded by a flood of CGT agents and Hannah and Zeke stood, with guns raised at either side of the Prime Minister. Hannah aimed her weapon at the man she had considered a friend, mentor, and father figure for years and spat out his name, “Anthony.”
Author’s Note:
Thanks for reading the latest instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back Soon for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there!
Hannah Carmichael is a Super Spy, who is trying to take down the evil spy agency CGT, which she used to be a part of. Her husband Zeke, was secretly working to take them down as well, and roped her and her friend Stephanie into the fight. Hannah’s mother Evelyn was a known terrorist and CGT enemy, but now seems to have been on the same side all along. Her Father James, was believed to be dead and missing for over a decade, but has now shown up to help in the fight, where he has been hiding in the shadows to also take down CGT. It seemed as though everyone in Hannah’s life knew about CGT’s true motives but her. So how will she navigate her new status, new team members and new family dynamics? Zeke had to kill his former partner and CGT double agent, but how will the traitors death affect the team? What did he manage to tell CGT before he died? With CGT linked to a World War event called ‘Cataclysm’ – What will she and her team find out, and how will they stop it?
FIFTY-EIGHT
Hannah watched across the room as her husband stared at the papers in front of him. She sighed and navigated through the ‘war room’ where everyone was working to stop Cataclysm. As she reached Zeke, he looked up and tried to force a smile.
“Hey, did you find something yet?” he asked.
Hannah sat next to him, “Not yet, but everyone is looking.” She put a hand on his leg and smiled softly, “I know it sounds cliché, but how are you?”
Zeke sighed, “Baxter was my best friend.” He straightened and set his jaw, “But it had to be done I guess, to sound cliché myself.”
Hannah took in a breath then shook her head, “I couldn’t imagine.”
They gave pathetic smiles to each other and Zeke looked down at a file fragment from a partially incinerated CGT safe box.
“Oliver is expecting me back at work in a few days. I don’t know what to tell him about Baxter,” Zeke lowered his shoulders, sinking further into his chair.
“What does he know about Baxter and about me?” Hannah asked quietly.
“Not much. The world still thinks you and Stephanie died as traitors, and as far as Oliver knows, Baxter and I were working on taking down CGT while they thought I was dead as well.” Zeke looked up and shrugged, “I guess I either stay here and lose my job, or show up at work and be killed by CGT.”
“You think they have people inside your department?” Hannah asked, a shiver trailing her spine.
“I don’t doubt it. Especially considering that Baxter was my partner,” Zeke shook his head, “some partner.”
Before Hannah could reply, Roy yelled out for James Carmichael from across the room. Hannah and Zeke moved to Roy’s command centre where he was flipping up files on the main screen.
The room became quiet as James also approached. “What have you got Roy?” he asked, smiling softly at Hannah and Zeke.
“I’ve found a partial document. It talks about C.A.T.A.C.L then cuts off. It could be something.”
James nodded and leaned on the desk as he looked at the image of the document on the screen.
“It was from a batch three years ago which didn’t seem like an imminent threat at the time,” Sarah said, nodding as she agreed with her own memory.
Roy shrugged, “We looked into it, but assumed the event was in the past.”
Hannah squinted and tried to read the smaller print on the screen as she took a step closer.
“Peace talks between small countries in the Middle East and Russia; why is that on CGT’s radar?” Zeke asked behind her. Roy pulled up another fragment on the screen, lining them up side-by-side.
“We found another document referencing the halting of peace talks and the possibility of nuclear warfare,” Roy said, turning to James with a frown. “From what I can gather with this, other pieces of other correspondence and audio tracks, CGT doesn’t want these peace talks to happen. We double checked it with the Accounts File that Hannah and Steph got from the CGT newspaper,” Roy cocked his head at Stephanie and smiled. Hannah tried not to laugh as Steph plastered a silly grin on her face then quickly shook it off.
“It matched the entries found in these fragments. Payoffs and account entries confirm that CGT is planning on sending the Nuclear strikes from both countries, to each other, regardless of the planned diplomacy.”
James took a deep breath, then put his face in his hands, exhaling and groaning, “Which means-“
Hannah put a hand on his shoulder and finished his thought, “World War Three.”
Author’s Note: Thanks for reading this week’s instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back very soon for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there!
Are you missing Hannah Carmichael? Can’t wait to find out what happens next in the conspiracy surrounding CGT agency and Cataclysm?
Don’t worry, because HCC will be back next week!
While you are counting the days, and the hours until this is a reality, we’ve got you covered!
We are releasing a very special look at some CGSP Merch! YES, that’s right!
Even if you don’t care a hoot, I do – so I will be showing YOU the amazing things I have in store. (There is even a sneaky chance for you to win one of the pieces, so check out the CGSP Facebook page for updates on that!)
So you don’t walk away empty handed, I have an inspirational quote for today which I loved (and no, I didn’t write it but it does explain the feature photo of this post!):
The strength of a country isn’t in buildings of brick and steel. It’s in the hearts of those who have sworn to fight for its freedom.
-Captain America
Have you been wanting a peek behind the curtain? Well, here it is!
My name is Christy and I am a writer, photographer, singer, songwriter, and inspiration chaser!
If that sound bite wasn’t enough, then hold on to your hat and keep reading.
I have lived and loved in three countries: New Zealand (yup, I’m a kiwi at heart), Kuching (Malaysia – where kindergarten tried to say ‘see ya later’ by giving me a book full of homework I didn’t do), and Australia where I spent most of my life.
Been writing since I was young – stories, songs, poems and scripts – everythang 😛
My socks (in case you hadn’t noticed) tend to sport interesting and qwirky objects – like Avocados – love them or leave them, that’s what they are.
Do you think I look cosy? I should, that’s how the photoshoot I set up today was supposed to look for the client (just with her in the chair, not me).
(It went well by the way, she walked away with some amazing shots, if I do say so myself!)
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My typewriter, God and my customised CGSP pens which I just got!
I have some exciting things brewing, so keep an eye out here and on the CGSP Facebook page.
Hannah Carmichael is a Super Spy, who is trying to take down the evil spy agency CGT, which she used to be a part of. Her husband Zeke, was secretly working to take them down as well, and roped her and her friend Stephanie into the fight. Hannah’s mother Evelyn was a known terrorist and CGT enemy, but now seems to have been on the same side all along. Her Father James, was believed to be dead and missing for over a decade, but has now shown up to help in the fight, where he has been hiding in the shadows to also take down CGT.
It seemed as though everyone in Hannah’s life knew about CGT’s true motives but her. So how will she navigate her new status, new team members and new family dynamics?
With CGT linked to a World War event called ‘Cataclysm’ – What will she and her team find out, and how will they stop it?
FIFTY-SEVEN
Hannah kicked Stephanie and she snorted awake. Raising her finger onto her lips, Hannah watched as Stephanie frowned then looked at the light around the door frame. Behind the door, Baxter was updating someone at CGT and Hannah’s weapon was already drawn. Stephanie pulled her gun out and Hannah took a breath, before reaching for the doorknob and pushing the door open. The women yelled warnings as they entered the room, and he turned to them, scowling. Baxter continued to yell into the radio,“I’ve been compromised! Close down-“ Stephanie sent a warning shot flying above Baxter’s head and he ducked before dropping the radio and lunging towards the open door. Hannah jumped in front of him and swung her gun at his head and Baxter raised his hand to block her swing.He pushed his fist into Hannah’s stomach and she grunted, gasping for breath at the sudden blow. As Hannah stumbled backwards, Stephanie jumped onto Baxter’s back and wrapped her arm around his neck. He struggled for a minute, then stopped and dropped down to his knees.Hannah stood upright and took staggered breaths, glancing around for the radio Baxter had stolen. She picked it up and watched the red light continuing to blink, indicating the line was still open. She took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, “Who is this? Identify yourself!” Hannah demanded into the radio. People were starting to appear outside the door of Baxter’s room, but Hannah didn’t turn around. “Hannah, it is nice to hear your voice,” Anthony said from the other side of the radio. Hannah swallowed her now dry throat and cleared her throat. “I should have guessed it was you Anthony. Once a boss, always a boss. Only now, you’re Baxter boss, not mine.” Anthony’s laugh came through the radio and Hannah exhaled, her stomach still throbbing. “You should give up Hannah; you and your new group. It‘ll be easier on all of you. CGT can give you a quick death,” Anthony muffled the radio and he barked orders behind the covered radio. “Have you asked your boss about that decision? What if the higher ups want my team alive?” Hannah asked, holding her breath as she waited for his reply. “Oh Hannah, I’m afraid now that you know too much, the powers that be, would be very disappointed to know insignificant irritations like you, were still around to cause trouble. CGT is a very lucrative organisation, and that isn’t an option.” “What powers are those Tony? Governments? Prime Ministers? Presidents? Who?” Anthony laughed and Hannah spun as Stephanie yelled out behind her. Her friend was on the ground, gripping her left leg as Baxter moved away from them and through the open door. “Go!” Stephanie yelled to Hannah, her face scrunched in pain. Hannah dropped the radio and raised her gun, running through the door. The hallway was empty, but Hannah heard sirens starting to sound throughout The Palace. A shot echoed in the building and Hannah spun to where Baxter now stood, motionless. His body suddenly dropped to his knees, then to the ground, and Hannah stared in front of her at Zeke. His gun was still raised, a dark scowl consumed his face.
Author’s Note:
Thanks for reading this week’s instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back Next Week for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there! Christy Grace
Stephanie has fallen asleep while guarding the door outside Baxter’s room. Once an agent working to take down CGT, Baxter turned to the dark side and is now working For CGT.
While being questioned and guarded, he somehow got hold of a way to contact CGT and let them know what Hannah and the team has discovered about Cataclysm.
How will Hannah deal with this situation? Will she be able to stop Baxter from telling them anything else, like where The Palace (their headquarters) is located?
Check out the VERY SPECIAL Sneak Peek below!
FIFTY-SEVEN
Hannah kicked Stephanie and she snorted awake.
Raising her finger onto her lips, Hannah watched as Stephanie frowned then looked at the light around the door frame. Behind the door, Baxter was updating someone at CGT and Hannah’s weapon was already drawn.
Hannah and her Team will be back SOON, but will they be able to stop Baxter’s communication with CGT, and Cataclysm?
Hannah Carmichael Chronicles ONLY on Christy Grace Scarlet Pen – Hannah and I look forward to seeing you then!
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