Topher Lydon

This book was the first book I ever wrote, it is a MESS, so thank you for your kind words. I keep wanting to go back and rewrite it, it's become a bit of an addiction. You know... when you're staring at a painting you made twenty years ago, in finger paints, and you REALLY want to redo it and hide the old one in shame

Phew, thank you GA! Unknown to me there were two chapter sevens. This one, and the one on my machine. So I was very confused when reading the next chapter (eight) and it was referrring to events missing in this chapter. A close examination showed that on my local machine, this chapter had been overwritten. And my numbering of chapters was off after this point. Thanks to GA I had a back up of this chapter, and was able to spot the mistake, which I am correcting, I have to upload a bunch of additional work and get the following chapters back in line. A work this length, and complex can get... confusing, especially when I am working on so many other projects at the same time. GA providing an off-site back up of work is... a life saver. I will get the next chapter reuploaded and set to ensure things flow properly.

I know that bus station well, and I have never seen a security guard there. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm might explain a lot of things.

Chapter Seven WORLD END: T-minus 136 days, 0 hours, and 0 minutes St. Patrick's Basilica, Ottawa. Sunday, October 27, 2019, 11:00 a.m. The capital was silent, muffled by the relentless, heavy snowfall of late October. It was a snow of national mourning. All flags across the city were flying at half-mast, their canvas weighted by the falling flakes. The air was frigid, thick with the scent of frozen spruce and burning fuel from the thousands of candles lit in the Basilica.

you can't keep a good Giraffe down

Chapter 17: Sanctuary and the Standoff The taxi ride was a blur of fear and motion. Alex paid the driver with a handful of crumpled, high-denomination cash, shoving Julian out of the car and dragging him toward the inconspicuous utility entrance of the executive rental. The cold air felt like a physical weight, pressing down on the fresh chaos clinging to Alex’s borrowed clothes and bruised body. He keyed the biometric lock, the heavy steel door hissing open. The sound was a welcome,

No no, it's fine. My job as a writer is to close plot holes and questions like this. I do get moved on quickly in a serialization like this, to the next chapters, so going back is often difficult, to close holes.

Sorry I thought it was clear, Jane was not captured. She was... um... left under the mud. CSIS does know, and is aware, Andrew references this situation in a later chapter. The envelope was the contents of the Rawlins adoption file, it was on the wall in chapter two. Since the information was illegally obtained, it would have to be kept out of the RCMP hands. Thus Yani in that scene. Will's reaction is... surpressed, heavilly, another rather longer and brutal chapter will address this. Will is locked with guilt on it, but I believe it's held back, for now, until he comes face to face with Ned. The first person to meet Ned will be Peter, but we have a way to go before then. So enjoy, right now Will's got to deal with the crisis first.

yani vs Yuri

triage was given, but death occoured. only one survivor

Chapter Six WORLD END: T-minus 140 days, 17 hours, 0 minutes GATINEAU HILLS - Capital Region - Quebec It was an Isolated fishing cabin, heavily wooded slopes of the Gatineau Hills, Ottawa River Valley. Pre-dawn. Ambient temperature +2∘C. Damp, low-lying mist and heavy frost. The air was a blade of cold silence, broken only by the rhythmic, low-frequency hum of wind cutting across the high ridges. In the tight, dark cluster of pines three hundred meters south of the targe

Those two finally got married, and are both as formidable together as ever. West and Peter are a love story I simply adore, they're favourites of mine.

Come get some if you think you're tough enough to take the Giraffe!

Chapter 16: The Terminal Intercept The utilitarian bustle of the bus terminal instantly dissolved into a silent, focused theater of war. The light, noise, and constant flow of travelers—all vanished from Alex’s perception. His focus was entirely on Julian Lawson, who had stumbled back against a concrete pillar, his face pale and frozen in a silent scream. Julian's terror was a mirror of the threat: two colossal figures, the Harvest Guard, were moving with grim, measured strides toward him f

I do enjoy writing Peter.

Chapter Five WORLD END: T-minus 140 days, 0 hours, and 27 minutes 24 Sussex Drive, Security Bunker The panic room was small, sound-dampened, and suffocatingly quiet. It was late, and the boys had finally succumbed to exhaustion, curled up together on the padded bench, seeking warmth and security in the presence of the Prime Minister. Tommy was nestled between Jacob and Will, with Weston draped over Will’s far side. Will sat motionless, a rock in the storm, the center

Go #TeamBrian!