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[Slim]

David Callan works for a shady department of the British secret services known as The Section. He's ex-convict, ex-army; a working-class loner in a world dominated by middle-class career spies. His only friend is a malodorous career criminal called Lonely, whom he met in prison and sometimes enlists to help in following people, or breaking into houses. Lonely knows nothing of his real profession, believing Callan to be a member of the criminal underworld.

Callan's boss, the head of The Section known only by his codename "Hunter", knows that he's by some distance the most talented of all of the agents at his disposal. A dead shot, with the cold nerve to kill.



For this reason, Callan tends to get the red file jobs - people marked for assassination. He has a strong anti-authoritarian streak and usually despises the dirty work he's called upon to do. But he knows he'll never leave The Section. Because if he did, he might just end up in a red file of his own.

And besides. What else would he do?

[Slim]

It had gone away now. But it would come back, or others of its kind would come back. There was no way of telling when, no way of knowing how many of them there might be, no way of preparing for them.

Not yet.

Pink elephants, double vision, flying saucers, weather balloons, spots before the eyes: drink too much at a party, take your choice, and laugh like hell about it.

It was no joke. Not even a bad joke.

They would come again.

They did come again. They kept coming.

Not funny. Far from funny when a manned space capsule blew up ten thousand miles from the Moon. Far from funny when a jumbo jet with a full load of paying passengers came apart over the Atlantic, with only one last incredulous yell from the pilot to identify what he thought he had seen.

Far from funny if the public got to know the truth. They mustn't know.


^{Text from Robert Miall's novel adaptation, 'UFO'}

[Rufus_the_dawg]

Star Fleet. Puppet cartoon. does anyone remember watching it, I loved it.