The Watcher Awakens
by David A. Hewitt Tunisia, North Africa In the dark, across the rugged, rock-strewn ground of the desert ravine, Lyandra fled. In the dark they pursued her. Heart pounding, legs burning, eyes straining, she ran. Behind her came footsteps, the hoofbeats of camels, and farther back, the menacing rumble of the Range Rover carrying the ruthless North Korean Han Jong Ho. Out of the dark, suddenly a cliff wall loomed: a dead end to a box canyon. Trapped but undaunted, Lyandra grasped for handholds, scrabbling up a bluff so steep it would be perilous even in full daylight, let alone in the blind night. By luck, by instinct, by Providence she ascended—until a hand caught her ankle. She was yanked down, landed hard. Hunkered down with her back to the wall, a flashlight beam assailed her eyes; voices accosted her in a babel of Middle Eastern tongues, Korean, and accented English. Then, around the last bend came the Range Rover, headlights illuminating the scene with an unholy glare. Han Jong ...
