Julian Cole woke to the dull tone of the seat belt light illuminating. It was only an hour flight from Reykjavik, but somehow he’d drifted. He looked at his friend in the seat beside him. His wavy blond hair hung neat over his shoulders as he slept peacefully against the cabin’s window. In this restful state, Julian found it hard to believe he was the same Ed Barbie, twice the Trident Legion veteran, who’d deployed to the Faroe Islands and successfully intervened with the grindadrap to capture gut-wrenching video that exposed the slaughter to the world. Ed had balls. |
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