The months seem to pass by so fast, and another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post is almost here. Time again to update my writing plans…or rather to request some feedback.
Since my Snowdon Shadows police procedural, Fevered Fuse, was rejected after my first submission, I’ve been thinking about my next step.
As I let my editor know what happened, she kindly sent me some suggestions. The one that struck me as most achievable at this point was being active on Substack, on which I discovered I had a dormant account. First, I should start writing short pieces, and then she suggested I post one of my existing novels or novellas in serialised form, which I should monetise.
I have four possible manuscripts that I could serialise, and that’s where I need help choosing the best one.
Fevered Fuse: Although this is fully edited and an excellent choice, I’d better hold this novel back as long as I’m still submitting the manuscript.
Freedom Flights: As the present-day episodes are on this blog, I could serialise the pre-2022 growth of the Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air. The first four chapters (54 pages) are written, but the first one is my short story in the 2020 IWSG Anthology (No. 5), Voyagers: The Third Ghost, so not useable.
Tortuous Terrain: An early draft of the sequel to Spiral of Hooves, my published novel, so in need of revision &/r editing. A possible means to promote my debut book.
Eagle Crossing: An early draft of an extensively researched alternate history set in a 21st-century Viking North America arising from Leif Eriksson settling Vinland permanently in 1000 AD, and founding Kanata. Has potential legs.
I will probably still submit Fevered Fuse to at least two more of the small publishers on my researched list… but only if I’m convinced that the manuscript is publishable (as it stands). Or I will continue revising ‘Fates Maelstrom’, the second book in my Snowdon Shadows series, until it reads almost as engrossing as the audiobooks I listen to.
I’ve just posted another episode of my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights. If you manage to read Conviction and Commitment, Part 1, please be patient waiting for Part 2. I must make it worth reading before posting it online.
Obviously, I’m also still following the news from Ukraine.
Slava Ukraini
Heroiam slava!
**
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September 3 question – What are your thoughts on using AI, such as GPChat, Raptor, and others, with your writing? Would you use it for research, storybible, or creating outlines\beats?
Last month, I made my attitude to unscrupulous AI publishers clear. However, I can see the benefits of AI for our type of writing, even if I sometimes get frustrated when my AI-driven grammar software messes up my creativity – Copilot, I’m pointing at you.
As for the examples in the question, I don’t use them, nor am I tempted. I checked if any of the aforementioned ‘unscrupulous publishers’ produced them.
If I used any AI app besides grammar services, I would use Edwina, Fictionary’s Helpful AI Writing Instructor. Fictionary is the Story Editing software I’ve used on & off for some years, usually while writing early drafts and before I send a manuscript to my editor.
Incidentally, Kristina Stanley, best-selling author of the Stone Mountain Mystery Series, founded Fictionary and was one of the authors who helped me launch ‘Spiral of Hooves’.
Fellow writers, some of you might be interested in this FREE webinar on Thursday, September 11, 2025, at 2:00 pm Eastern Time, organised by The Authors Guild Foundation – The AI Revolution in Book Publishing. I would attend, but my carer is still here at that time. *
Our Twitter handle is @TheIWSG, and our hashtag is #IWSG.
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Episode 41 of Freedom Flights is set in January 2025 and is released in two parts. World-shattering events may occur in future episodes. Some events foreshadowed in Parts 1 & 2 of this double-episode will take a few months to play out.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
Episode 41. Conviction and Commitment.
Part 2
2025
Friday, January 17th– Main Hangar Bay, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Maintenance staff perform routine upkeep of MiG-29 aircraft after the flight in eastern Ukraine on Aug. 2, 2023. (Libkos / Getty Images)
Chief Warrant Officer Janina Patriksson and Warrant Officer Kang Eun-Ji were anxious to talk again to Andżelika and Estera Sówka after learning of the military’s manpower crisis. Neither maintainers nor security could afford to have personnel sent to the front lines due to infantry shortages. Foreign recruits might be exempt, but Ukrainians could be called up, although the women serving at the front tended to be volunteers.
“Even if none of our personnel were required at the front,” said Janina. “The UAF might see us as a squadron with skilled technicians to fill the gaps at the squadrons in the east.”
“Except we’ve been training our personnel on Gripens,” said Eun-Ji. “MiG-29s are our secondary airframes. Our maintainers are specialists.”
“Exactly, especially as some maintain our rotary craft.”
Andżelika and Estera entered the hangar, already aware of the issue.
“Our only Ukrainian is a K9 handler,” said Andżelika. “All the other Owls are Polish, Spanish, or Canadian… although with Ukrainian ancestry.”
“But unlike your maintainers, the Owls are trained to handle weapons,” added Estera.
“We need to ask our two commanders to discover whether the army can draft this squadron’s personnel,” said Janina. “Or should we prepare to send some to other squadrons?”
Conchita Gutiérrez wondered if her fiancé, Aaron Garcia, would be back from Brussels this evening. She turned to his sister, Jacinta.
“Has he told you anything?”
“He never does,” replied Jacinta. “Especially when he’s covering a NATO meeting.”
“Was this an important one?” asked Adelita Palomo, co-pilot of Conchita’s and her Tiger.
Before anyone could answer, the swarthy journalist entered the restaurant and casually sauntered towards their table. He took Conchita in his arms and kissed her passionately.
Once their prolonged embrace ended, he greeted the others.
“Hopefully, everyone survived the relentless Russian aggression,” he said. “You’ll be relieved to know that in Brussels our 32 NATO allies and their 27 partners reaffirmed their ongoing support for Ukraine’s resistance against Russia’s unprovoked hostility.”
“Was the two-day session just about reinforcing that?” asked Adelita.
“The media didn’t have access to the Chiefs of Defence Sessions,” he replied. “But there were regular press briefings on NATO’s vigilance & deterrence, strengthening military partnerships, as well as on the final NATO-Ukraine Council’s virtual discussions with the Ukrainian Chief of Defence. The alliance realises it’s in their political and military interest to support Ukraine now and into the future.”
“Presumably, you’ll cover more in articles,” said Jacinta. “While you were away, the Majors asked me to check whether you and your fiancée had any South American and Portuguese acquaintances in the military, whom you could persuade to volunteer.”
“I advised your sister to ask you,” said Conchita. “I’ve since talked to my friends in the Portuguese Air Force who are flying F-16s and Black Hawks… a couple might be interested. I know you’ve covered military aviation events in Latin America, so you should have contacts over there.”
“The most likely pilots are from a country I went to for a NATO demining conference in… Columbia. Most of the military were army, but there was a squadron struggling against drug cartels mining their runway.”
“Knowing you, my love, you befriended the most bewitching pilots.”
“Merely research,” said Aaron, blushing as he unfolded a sheet of paper, which he handed Conchita. “For dredging that up, you can read this press release aloud.”
She glanced at the release, smiled and replied.
“Any lame excuse for not addressing an issue we lady pilots combat every day… peeing while flying. Hardest for fighter pilots pulling G’s and loops, so either risking dehydration or peeing everywhere as the old designs for men fail us. At least in an all-female squadron, we’ve ‘MacGyvered’ solutions.”
“Plus, the maintainers understand and clean up our urine, when necessary,” added Adelita.
“But now there’s this new AIRUS device, a urine collection system designed for women pilots and for long flight missions,” said Conchita.
“We need as many as we can get,” added Adelita.
“Good thing I persuaded Chayka Air to chase the manufacturer,” replied Aaron.
**
Monday, January 20th – Recreation Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
As evening crept over the base, squadron personnel came and left as President Trump attempted to inspire watchers wondering what his second inauguration meant. The primary concern of those who came and listened to the Centre’s television was learning if the new US President was going to deliver peace as swiftly as he’d promised from March 2023 onwards.
President Trump speaks during the presidential Inauguration on Monday. Chip Somodevilla/Getty Images
Early on, Trump dropped an unsubtle comment.
“…We have a government that has given unlimited funding to the defence of foreign borders, but refuses to defend American borders, or, more importantly, its own people…”
“I fear he meant that as a criticism of the last administration’s support of Ukraine,” said Raisa Vezzoso. “Will the aid continue?”
“Perhaps President Trump should talk about this war openly,” replied Polina Moroz. “While campaigning, he promised to end the war in Ukraine in a day.”
“He seems to want to keep the Americans happy,” replied her co-pilot, Marusya Dudziarz. “Hopefully, when he’s finished declaring national emergencies on energy and immigration.”
Yet Trump continued to speak about making America great again, while condemning the previous administration’s policies and ignoring their achievements. Eventually, though, it seemed as if he was about to tackle pressing global issues.
“My proudest legacy will be that of a peacemaker and unifier,” he announced, inspiring hope in the room. He continued, “That’s what I want to be: a peacemaker and unifier. I’m pleased to say that as of yesterday, one day before I assumed office, the hostages in the Middle East are coming back home to our family.”
However, this claim turned out to be merely another pronouncement about America’s impact on the world, but nothing about issues like the illegal invasion of Ukraine.
At first, those who remained were stunned into sadness.
“I guess Trump feels like the dealmaker, so he’ll leave Putin until tomorrow,” said Vasy Chayka. “But Trump said after he won the election, he could resolve this war in one day… before his inauguration. Do we give him a week or longer? Or allow the Russians free rein?”
**
Friday, January 24th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Shrouded by the darkness, the driver hid the camouflaged M1126 Stryker in the undergrowth some distance from Chayka Field. Eight black figures slipped out of the vehicle and moved silently towards the base.
“Be prepared to tackle any dogs,” said the leader in Russian. “Our drones didn’t tell us how many handlers guarded this training centre.”
The Russian split his team into four pairs. He led one colleague along the central track but encountered no opposition. As the silhouette of buildings appeared against the night sky, he ordered one pair to investigate.
*
Inside the MSHORAD, Saab technician Aslög Hellström tracked the intruders while Estera directed the Night Owl patrols. Suddenly, Estera noted one figure approaching their position and making a familiar gesture as if aware of watchers.
“K9 Alpha, hold. Your suspect is our plant. Other K9s, don’t use excessive force. Apprehend only. Over and out.”
Outside MSHORAD, Tetyana Douglass held Borago back as their mysterious operative silently disabled his colleague, then waved her towards another pair. Then she heard her sister’s voice.
“K9 Delta to control. End target disarmed their partner. Proceeding to central targets. Over.”
With minimal opposition, the K9 Night Owls apprehended all the Russian intruders. The two covert operatives introduced themselves once the Russians were taken away.
“I’m Ruslan Medved, my collaborator is Mykhail Moroz,” said the familiar one. “We’re Special Forces, but our superiors can explain. Can we see our pilot sisters, please?”
While Estera radioed for Tamila and Polina, the Douglass sisters embraced.
“Although Steinarr was disappointed with our first Night Owls’ adventure,” said Zoriana. “I hope the next one is more challenging.”
“Like our recent Chayka Air action,” added Tetyana. “It can’t be a coincidence Russians were involved both times. Why?”
**
Thursday, January 30th – Dęblin Military Air Base, Lublin Voivodeship, Poland
Air Force pilots ‘step’ to an A-10 for a flight with the Airus device, a new system designed to let pilots — particularly women — relieve themselves safely and easily during flight. Air Force photo by Senior Airman Courtney Sebastianelli
Capitaine Aline Bonheur and her crew safely landed the NH90 TTH Caïman at Dęblin. Their passengers disembarked and headed towards a secure building for their crucial meeting.
Commandant Raphaëlle Balode met them outside and led them through a door guarded by a Polish soldier.
“Due to the recent threats, we’re taking extra precautions,” said Raphaëlle. “The others are already here.
Maksym Bondarenko greeted Kalyna & Vasy Chayka and their colleagues in a secluded room, directing everyone to the empty seats around a long table.
“Some faces are new,” he said. “We should introduce ourselves. All except our two Night Witch majors.” He chuckled, then paused to let everyone get seated, before he continued, “I’m Colonel Maksym Bondarenko from UAF’s Air Command West.”
“I’m Commandant Raphaëlle Balode, leader of our Dęblin flights with my deputy, Captain Lyana Rudenko.“
She allowed her neighbour to speak before the other nine participants introduced themselves.
“To begin, we must address our recent Russian threats,” said Kalyna. “First, in Canada, they attack our fundraiser. Then, they attempt to breach the façade around Chayka Field sooner than expected. It’s obvious why, but we need to increase our security.”
“This is wider than the Night Witches, as people at higher levels have been attacked,” continued Vasy. “Our contact and superior at UAF, Maksym, has received death threats. Our response is to assign one of our best Night Owls to him, K9 handler Anhelina Tkachuk and Quetzal, her Siberian Husky.”
Maksym stood and thanked the squadron.
“You deserve an explanation after the recent incursion,” he said. “Mykhail Moroz, explain, please.”
“Some of you know that Ruslan Medved and I are Special Forces. Various bodies are aware of relentless Russian covert operations inside Ukraine. Learning that a group was assigned to enter Chayka Field, SF ordered us to infiltrate them. Fortunately, Russian intelligence believed your base was only for training K9 units, and we ensured they still believe that.”
“There is another issue we need addressed, Maksym,” said Kalyna. “Janina, please.”
Chief Warrant Officer Patriksson described the concern the maintainers and the Night Owls had over personnel being drafted elsewhere.
“That’s a problem we’re trying to resolve,” said Maksym. “As you believe, your foreign recruits and your specialists on NATO aircraft will not even be drafted to other squadrons. Nor any Ukrainian security. There are plans for our military police training centre in Lviv, which may require your expertise.”
Kalyna glanced around the table.
“Anything else before we break into groups to discuss recruitment?”
Dasha and the Dęblin-based squadron chief technicians moved some boxes into the room.
“The CEO of Chayka Air obtained these AIRUS devices from its Californian developer,” said Dasha, putting an AIRUS on the table. “This is a urine collection system designed for women pilots. Most of us will want one.”
Cheers greeted the announcement.
“All we need now,” said Vasy. “Is for Trump to persuade Putin to sign a genuine peace agreement within his first 100 days.”
Episode 41 of Freedom Flights is set in January 2025 and will be released in two parts. Can you guess what world-shattering event occurs in Part 2? Some events foreshadowed in this episode will take a few months to play out.
I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen later in 2025… even if they fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to tackle just crucial incidents in a specific month, thereby I hope to reach the present quicker. I don’t want to be stuck writing about earlier months when the last shot is fired.
Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes. After then addressing the essential rebuilding, I must finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air.
We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite how some leaders vacillate. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
Episode 41. Conviction and Commitment.
Part 1
2025
Sunday, January 5th – Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
The group of children were gathered outside the old hangar, which had been decorated to resemble a stable with a nativity scene inside for the Christmas celebrations.
A child exclaimed with delight and pointed into the darkness as three figures in magnificent outfits emerged.
“Los Reyes Magos,” said Adelita Palomo, then added in Ukrainian, “The Three Kings.” She introduced them individually as they approached. “As I’m sure you know, these Wise Men are Melchior… Gaspar… and Balthazar. Follow them, please. They have gifts for children.”
As Los Reyes Magos led the children inside the hangar, Adelita approached Aitana Salcedo, who was guarding the door, and switched into Spanish.
“Are the others inside?”
“Conchita and Jacinta are, as is Aaron now, wearing his King costume. But Katiuska is patrolling with Treka and the other K9 handlers, including the five new ones from Canada. Protecting these kids is the Night Owl’s priority this evening. So, let’s join the children when I’m relieved.”
Shortly, K9 handler Ailish Delaney and her Beagle, Rosheen, took over, so Adelita and Aitana went into the hangar.
Inside, Los Reyes Magos were kneeling before the infant Jesus in his crib and presenting their gifts. Gaspar gave gold, representing Jesus’ kingship; Melchior offered frankincense, symbolising his divinity; and Balthazar brought myrrh, which indicated his mortality.
“Is that real gold?” asked Adelita.
“Only if my engagement ring is,” replied Conchita. “Aaron wouldn’t say when he proposed yesterday. He just borrowed the ring for this evening’s event.”
The Kings bowed once again to Jesus, then backed up a few steps before turning to the children. Three thrones had been set up for Los Reyes Magos, who sat and began presenting the kids with candy and practical presents.
“Where did you leave your camels?” asked one small girl of the imposing Gaspar.
Tugging his dark beard, he replied, “On the far end of the base, where the dogs can guard them. Later tonight, we’ll visit your houses when you’re asleep and leave gifts for your families.”
“We can put out some grass or carrots,” said another girl. “Your camels will enjoy those.”
As the Kings and the children chatted, Conchita and her friends were ensuring the parents had what they needed… gifts from Los Reyes Magos donated by the squadron.
An hour later, Los Reyes Magos said farewell to the children, and everyone escorted them outside, where K9 handler Ailish Delaney and her Beagle, Rosheen, were on duty.
The kids all wanted to stroke Rosheen, whom they decided was the cutest dog they’d ever seen.
“Rosheen loves her work and this kind of attention,” said Ailish. “Her nose helps us find things that are hidden or lost.”
**
Monday, January 6th – Recreation Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Returning from the Epiphany service in the base chapel, Conchita and Aaron led the Spanish contingent to a corner of the rec room, originally the airport’s main lounge. Some comfortable chairs and couches were arranged around two low tables.
“Did the Three Kings leave these gifts?” asked Adelita, staring at Aaron. “Or did they take off with their camels?”
“Treka and I saw them leave towards Lutsk last night,” said Katiuska, winking at Aaron, who was already handing out presents.
Conchita unwrapped hers and held up her engagement ring and a St Christopher pendant.
“Seems Gaspar added another gold treasure to my ring.” She kissed Aaron, handing him a narrow parcel.
Removing the paper, he took out a box and opened it, revealing a pen.
“It’s also a digital recorder. I’ve left a message for you alone.”
Their friends unwrapped anonymous gifts, all selected individually, even Treka’s. But by whom? They stared at each other, then at Aaron and Conchita.
“If you were Gaspar, who were the other Kings?” asked his sister Jacinta.
“I don’t know. They just arrived,” replied the distracted journalist. “With the camels, perhaps.”
He was staring at a crowd gathered in front of the rec’s television. The Spaniards wandered over to the Canadian TV channel broadcasting Justin Trudeau’s press announcement.
Justin Trudeau at a news conference at Rideau Cottage in Ottawa, Canada on January 6, 2025. Photo: Dave Chan/AFP via Getty Images
“Every morning I’ve woken up as prime minister, I have been inspired by the resilience, generosity and the determination of Canadians,” he said. “It is the driving force of every single day I have the privilege of serving in this office. That is why, since 2015, I have fought for this country – for you -”
The ten Canadians nodded as Trudeau continued.
“-to strengthen and grow the middle class, and why we rallied to support each other through the pandemic, to advance reconciliation, to defend free trade on this continent, to stand strong with Ukraine and our democracy, and to fight climate change and get our economy ready for the future.
We are at a critical moment in the world…”
Everyone murmured in agreement, although Kalyna Chayka muttered, “But what’s next?”
As if in response, Trudeau eventually answered.
“That’s why, this morning, I advised the governor general that we need a new session of parliament. She has granted this request, and the house will now be prorogued until 24 March.”
“Suspending Parliament may lead to a Spring election,” said Tetyana Douglass.
Then, as expected, Trudeau said, “I intend to resign as party leader, as prime minister, after the party selects its next leader through a robust, nationwide, competitive process. Last night I asked the president of the Liberal Party to begin that process.
This country deserves a real choice in the next election, and it has become clear to me that if I’m having to fight internal battles, I cannot be the best option in that election.”
“So, who will lead the Liberals, and what will happen to our fight over here?” asked Zoriana Douglass.
“I pray they choose Chrystia Freeland, after all she’s done for Ukraine,” said Ailish Delaney.
“Like all of us, she has Ukrainian ancestors,” added Corynn Amsel.
“And the family all speak Ukrainian at home,” continued Isla Clacher.
“As have our clan, ever since the two Chayka sisters escaped Nazi and Soviet tyranny in 1944,” said Vasy.
“Marrying two brothers from an earlier refugee wave from Ukraine,” said Kalyna, then concluded, “The ten of us need to decide what we do next, especially as there will be a Parliamentary election in Canada, sooner than expected.”
The Ukrainian Canadians all agreed and followed the Chayka cousins to a quieter room.
**
Thursday, January 16th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Kalyna Chayka turned back to the nine Night Owls waiting for the meeting.
“That was Commandant Raphaëlle Balode, our senior officer at Dęblin in Poland. She wanted to confirm the reports that Poland’s Operational Command did scramble fighter jets to secure Polish airspace last night, but there were no violations by the Russians.”
“However,” added Vasy. “As you know, Western Ukraine came under massive attacks right up to the Polish border. The enemy targeted our key energy infrastructure. 43 cruise and ballistic missiles and 74 attack drones were launched in last night’s barrage.”
After a strategic pause, Kalyna continued.
“Yet, our air force downed 30 missiles and 47 drones, of which our pilots contributed a respectable number, with zero casualties.” Cheers and fist pumps greeted the encouraging news. “President Zelensky announced the authorities have maintained the ‘operation of our energy system’. But we must be prepared for the Russian aerial onslaught to continue night after night.”
Murmurs of agreement and determination followed.
“Your responses suggest you are prepared for this,” said Vasy. “We suspect otherwise you wouldn’t have volunteered initially, given what you were told beforehand. However, we’re interested to learn your motivation behind serving with the Night Owls.”
“You’ve been here just over two months and were inspired by Aaron Garcia. Is there a common motive?”
They all nodded.
“I may be Aaron’s sister, but I speak for all three of us”, said Jacinta. “Everything he witnessed and reported made us aware of the suffering of Ukrainians as well as their desire to fight for every meter of their land. So much blood is being spilt every day, which must be stopped, whatever it takes. We were comfortable back in Spain, trained in our professions, but watching the people here suffer and, in too many cases, die. Aitana and I are qualified paramedics who can contribute far more here. Katiuska and her K9, Treka, are an experienced search and rescue duo. Together, this Hispanic trio is a team.”
Jacinta’s speech received a round of applause.
“The plight and the courage of Ukraine’s people inspire us all,” said Vasy. “Have our new recruits from Canada found a common purpose and someone to present them? We do have time for personal contributions.
The five K9 handlers smiled at each other. Then let Corynn Amsel talk.
“Ensuring the venue for the Chayka Air Fundraiser was secure brought us together as a team. Being at the event and watching the Kearney Encounter footage made us all aware of the importance of this country and the struggle to drive the Russians out. Tetyana and Zoriana encouraged us to discover our Ukrainian roots, in some cases deeper than expected. As we talked with your colleagues in Cold Lake and explored the war online, we realised our involvement out here would not only save lives through the search and rescue work, but our protection of your combat units would allow them to be more flexible in their dispersed operations. Like our Spanish sisters, we are a team… proven before we arrived.”
More cheers and applause followed.
“Excellent again. Does anyone want to add anything?” asked Kalyna.
“On a tangent,” said Isla Clacher. ‘We’re all from NATO countries and helping a country not yet a member. But the Russians claim they are fighting NATO, while our governments try to avoid escalating to that scenario. We are like the Americans in WW2, volunteering while the USA was holding back… like the ones in the Eagle Squadrons.”
“Your point being?” asked Vasy. “Are you suggesting we need non-NATO recruits?”
“Almost all of Ukraine’s support is from NATO countries,” replied Isla. “Although Russia leans towards other autocratic regimes, the Global South, led by India, continues to support them. Does Ukraine get any support from non-Western countries?’
The cousins conferred and then Kalyna answered.
“This squadron has some South Korean crew and some equipment donated from Australia. Within Ukraine, there are several volunteers from such NATO partnership countries… non-member allies for mutual security and co-operation. Recruiting qualified personnel won’t be easy… even using Chayka Air contacts-“
“Although having non-NATO personnel has advantages,” continued Vasy. “Wherever we can counter Russia’s accusations of Ukraine as a Western puppet, we should seize on it. First, we need to develop our South Korean links with the assistance of Captain Jeong Chae-Yeong and Warrant Officer Kang Eun-Ji. Second, Kalyna, we should ask your daughter, Aliona, to investigate the company’s Far Eastern, Indian, African, and Latin American connections.”
Kalyna agreed and invited further suggestions.
“My brother and his fiancée, Conchita, were discussing fighter jets recently,” said Jacinta. “They have South American and Portuguese acquaintances in the military. Whether they could persuade any to volunteer, I don’t know… but I could ask.”
**
After the new recruits left the meeting to resume their security and medical duties, Kalyna rang her daughter in Canada. Aliona understood the imperative of exploring all Chayka Air’s avenues to garner support for the Night Witches and Ukraine.
“Another concern over here,” said Kalyna, “Is the Trump inauguration on Monday receiving appropriate attention from the Canadian media? Everyone here is already uneasy, as he promised to resolve the war in 24 hours.”
“At Chayka Air, we share your unease, but Canadians are more concerned about Trump’s impact on the economy with his threatened tariffs. The press is devoting as much attention to who will be the next Liberal leader, therefore, our new Prime Minister.”
“If there is a Spring election as predicted, we’ll need to ensure the Canadians out here can vote,” said Kalyna. “Ukraine could be a key issue.”
Aliona paused before replying.
“Unfortunately for Ukraine, the Conservatives are well ahead in the polls… whoever ends up leading the Liberal Party.”
On Tuesday, August 12th, 2025, Jemima Pett is releasing The Quest for Orichalcum, her fourth novel in The Viridian System series.
Except this is the first. How come? Chronology is key. Read on to discover why and more.
The Viridian System series
#viridianseries
It started with a chase around the alpha quadrant, looking for pieces of orichalcum to make up The Perihelix. First the Federation kidnapped Pete and Lars, then the Imperium kidnapped Lars, and all that left the girls in their spaceship working out how to get home safely. Or not…
Two more books followed – Pete following his destiny to rescue his race on the planet Corsair, but diverted by a wormhole accident to the other side of the galaxy. Four travellers with no apparent way of returning to ivilization – definitely Curved Space to Corsair.
Then there was a galactic disaster – all the orichalcum communications failed. Nobody could contact anyone off planet, or steer their spaceships to a new destination. But how do the Federation manage to get their attack force to leave the outer planet’s ring system to launch a takeover of Lars and Pete’s new homeland? That’s part of the mystery of Zanzibar’s Rings.
And Jemima’s readers asked…
How did Pete and Lars meet up in the first place?
How did they meet the girls… and how many were there before Maggie, Dolores, and Aramintha?
How did they get so rich?
What is the truth behind the rumour that Lars killed a man on Excelsior?
If, like Jemima, you want to know the answers, here they are, in the memoir of a couple of asteroid miners called Pedro Garcia (Big Pete) and Lars Nilsson (the Swede). It all started before anyone, but a handful of scientists, had even heard of orichalcum.
The Quest for Orichalcum
Publishing 12th August 2025, eBook only (for now).
Jemima’s favourite quotes from the Quest are in large, centred type.
The Quest for Orichalcum tells how it all started – the revolution that transformed the galactic economy, let alone space travel. How did a postgraduate student–a refugee from an obscure planet–change galactic communications? Why did a talented software engineer take up asteroid mining? Which girls influenced their choices in life? And did Lars really kill a man in cold blood?
“No, you’ll have to talk some before I free your wrists. It’s dangerous enough letting your teeth out of armour.” Lars ripped the tape off.
About the author
Jemima at Bloggers Bash 2018
Jemima Pett started writing stories when she was eight. By ten, she was designing fantasy islands, complete with maps and railway timetables. There was no call for fantasy island designers then, so she took the science route through university and went into a business career, then retrained for environmental technology. Once in a policy research organisation, she started writing again, reports, papers and briefings. She didn’t believe she could write fiction until her guinea pigs came along and inspired her to write The Princelings of the East. She now designs planets, and the civilisations on them, with occasional forays into spaceship design, in her science fiction novels, principally The Viridian System Series. Her short stories have been published by Third Flatiron Press, among others. She lives in Hampshire with the latest tribe of guinea pigs, and enjoys doing bird surveys, wildlife gardening and painting.
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Lars just couldn’t remember when he’d last asked a girl to go to bed with him, and from memory, at least the last four had taken him to theirs. Well, Sylvia had taken him to his–and to the cleaners.
Extract from ‘The Quest for Orichalcum’
The beginning (231 words)
Peter Monk’s investigations of the detailed space ship workings were interrupted by a ping from the inboard messaging system. ‘Incoming for you on the bridge.’
That was from the captain, a genial but stern Scanian, as were most of the crew. Since his crew discovered Pete, stowed away in one of the smallest lockers on the Doris Jury, which fortunately he fit with enough air left to breath, Captain Grazki had been remarkably helpful. Pete worked at what he could, they taught him about the world outside his home planet, Corsair, and eventually he accessed the ship’s computer to pass the exams that he’d need to get into college.
The only likely ‘incoming’ for him would be about his application.
Stomach churning, he sauntered to the bridge.
The door slid open, and the Scanians beyond chorused ‘hah’.
“I win,” said the second engineer.
“What was the time?” another asked.
“Forty-three seconds. You were one second early.”
Grumbles and mild swear words accompanied the handing over of small tokens to the winner.
“You ran a sweepstake? On me?” Pete’s astonishment was obvious.
“Yes, you were remarkably slow, I thought.” Captain Grazki grinned at him, and waved him to his comms screen. “Read, digest, and tell us all the news. Pray to Odin that it is good. If not we will have to plan some other way to get rid of you.”
Another month has passed, so it’s time for another Insecure Writer’s Support Group post, and an opportunity to tweak my writing strategy.
First, it’s been over three months since I submitted my Snowdon Shadows police procedural, Fevered Fuse, to London-based publisher Joffe Books. As expected last month, I never received an answer, so that is a firm rejection. Their website says, ‘Do not be disheartened if you don’t hear from us. What is not right for us may be exactly what another publisher is seeking. We encourage you to look for other opportunities to publish elsewhere.’
I’m not disheartened, I’m just disappointed to wait three months for this rejection from my first choice. Months ago. I began checking out other publishers by listening to a few of their authors’ books, and I made a short wish-list of small publishers. The second on my list, based in New York, answers within two weeks (and the third, an LGBTQ+ publisher, in 16 weeks). Unfortunately, another UK small publisher only considers fiction from UK-based writers, not UK-based fiction.
However, before I submit ‘Fevered Fuse’ again, I need to know if the manuscript is unpublishable (as it stands). Or perhaps, I would be best to revise another novel, such as ‘Fates Maelstrom’, the second book in my Snowdon Shadows series, which reads better than ‘FF’. But not up to the same standard as the audiobooks I listen to.
I worry that I’m kidding myself about being a writer, even if I’ve just posted another episode of my Ukraine saga, Freedom Flights. If you manage to read Winter Warning, there’s a question to answer, but only if you want.
Obviously, I’m also still following the news from Ukraine.
Slava Ukraini
Heroiam slava!
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August 6 question – What is the most unethical practice in the publishing industry?
Therefore, this abuse of copyright and the reasoning behind it, training AI, must rank as the most insidious and unethical practice. Closely followed by using AI to write books, thus flooding the market at the expense of real writers, depriving them of income.
I don’t think it’s unethical, as I realise publishers are overstretched, but knowing why a manuscript is rejected would be helpful. I guess multiple rejections mean ‘time for me to write something different’. Or stick to reading a book. 😉
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Episode 40 of Freedom Flights features a crucial annual event in the Night Witches’ and Chayka Air’s calendar. Or rather, the clear up before the event. The episode was becoming too long to add more scenes. Can you tell what will happen next, or do you need a Part 2 before Episode 41, which will be set in January 2025? I am planning to reference key events in this episode, rather than ignore any vital details.
Apologies if I’ve left gaps previously. If I have, please let me know.
I will continue trying to foreshadow future incidents without making my characters react as if they know what will happen in 2025… even if they fear what could happen. Also, I want each episode to tackle just crucial incidents in a specific month, thereby I hope to reach the present quicker. I don’t want to be stuck writing about earlier months when the last shot is fired.
Therefore, until a just and lasting peace for Ukraine is reached, I will continue to write more episodes. After then addressing the essential rebuilding, I must finish writing the pre-2022 growth of the Chayka Family and their aviation business based in Canada, Chayka Air.
We must never forget the brave people fighting for freedom, with too many losing their lives. Let’s pray Western aid and weapons continue to reach Ukraine, despite how some leaders vacillate. Assistance must arrive on time to change their fortunes and prepare for the genuine peace that must come soon.
Links to the previous episodes can be found on my Freedom Flights page via the left-hand sidebar.
Episode 40. Winter Warning.
2024
Monday, December 16th – Squadron Command Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Kalyna and Vasy Chayka studied the squadron personnel list in the Command Centre.
“We must decide who we’re sending to Canada for the Christmas Chayka Air Fundraiser,” said Kalyna. “What are our priorities this year?”
“At our meeting last month on defensive measures, we made an extensive list,” said Vasy. “Some items are in the pipeline, but others are outstanding. Most of all – personnel.”
“Our journalist friend, Aaron Garcia, recruited medics recently… and one K9 unit. Could he raise the security personnel? Or is he going home again?”
“Not if it means leaving Conchita Gutiérrez,” replied Vasy. “I thought Andżelika and Estera Sówka, as they are the First Lieutenants in charge of our security… the Night Owls.”
“Excellent. The Sówka sisters understand our security requirements. However, the Kearneys also want a Ukrainian pilot on their podcast. Someone who can inspire all our supporters. Their coverage is always invaluable.”
“Who do you have in mind?”
“Pilots who have flown combat missions. I’ve narrowed those down to two… both recovering from injuries.”
“Master Sergeant Polina Melynk is off duty, as is Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk. Whether our doctor feels Olha has adapted to her prosthesis well enough to travel is one question we need answered.”
“We can check about both pilots,” said Vasy, messaging Sacha Proulx.
*
Medical Centre, Chayka Field, Volyn Oblast, Ukraine
Doctor Sacha Proulx and Chief Paramedic Osinniy were discussing general medical issues when the Chayka majors arrived as arranged.
“Many thanks for sparing the time,” said the cousins in unison.
“We’ve discussed our two patients,” said Sacha. “Both have recovered, although neither is ready for active duty. Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk had more serious injuries, but it’s been over four months since her prosthetic left arm was fitted on July 16th. Even the second prosthesis fitting was over six weeks ago. Olha is fit enough to fly to Canada.”
Osinniy continued, “Master Sergeant Polina Melynk was wounded on Tuesday, September 3rd, so would be healthy enough physically to travel. But she isn’t managing to handle her mental recovery. She needs more psych sessions, rather than a long journey and press attention.”
The cousins nodded, and Kalyna replied.
“If Olha agrees with your assessment and feels ready for such a protracted trip, we will send her and two others as the Night Witches’ representatives fundraising in Canada.”
Sacha handed her some printouts.
“These are guidelines for Olha, concerning travelling abroad with a prosthesis, although she is aware of almost everything. Flying as a pilot is more demanding than flying as a passenger. We’ve also included documents to ensure that there are no problems at security checkpoints, especially regarding medical questions.”
**
Friday, December 20th – Edmonton International Airport, Alberta, Canada
The Sówka sisters and Olha waited for the Canadian Air Transport Security Authority screening officers to finish checking their documents and kit bags. Despite the paperwork, the officers were confused when they found three military uniforms.
“Why are you in Canada and not fighting in Ukraine?” asked the older officer. “Maybe these aren’t yours,” He glanced at their passports. “Since when were Polish women involved?”
“We are volunteer security personnel,” said Andżelika, indicating her sister. “Our pilot companion is Ukrainian and was wounded while serving with an all-female squadron.”
“We’re guests of Chayka Air in Cold Lake,” added Estera. “The documents should confirm everything.”
“If they’re not forged,” said the younger officer. “How do we know you’re not dangerous Russian spies?”
An intercom buzzed in their office. A minute later, a colleague came out and whispered something to the older man, and the officers all left the interrogation room.
“We must insist on calling Chayka Air,” said Olha. “I don’t understand why these officers refused?”
After a short wait, a different man came in and told them to follow. He led them to the main office, where a woman and a Canadian Air Force officer greeted them.
“I’m Aliona Sokol from Chayka Air, and my RCAF friend here is Lieutenant Colonel Todd Manning. These CATSA officers were being extra diligent due to an anonymous tip-off about foreign agents attempting to infiltrate via a flight from Warsaw. A scam call, perhaps?”
“When you didn’t appear on time, despite your Verified Traveller IDs,” added Todd. “I was forced to use my RCAF rank to inquire whether you were detained incorrectly. I also fear the threat may not be a hoax, so we’re investigating that.”
Once the CATSA officers returned all their documentation and apologised profusely, Aliona and Todd escorted Olha, Andżelika and Estera out into the central area of the terminal.
“How far is Cold Lake?” asked Olha. “It will be good to stop travelling… although it’s a change of pace for us.”
The trio of travellers smiled.
“Almost 200 miles, or about 320 kilometres,” replied Aliona. “But we’ll get there soon, and then you can relax until tomorrow. What time did you leave Chayka Field?”
“0700 on Thursday,” said Estera. “We needed enough time to catch today’s 0600 flight from Warsaw.”
“A long flight,” said Todd. “I saw you had a layover at Amsterdam Schiphol, which means over 15 hours in the air. Apologies for the next hop.”
They approached an area providing access to smaller private jets.
“In Chayka Air’s Phenom 100,” added Aliona. “It’s fast and comfortable, so we’ll get you to Cold Lake in plenty of time to recover before tomorrow afternoon’s itinerary.”
“Just don’t tell her mother, Kalyna,” said Todd. “She’s the latest Chayka pilot to graduate.”
“Although my brother Mykola is sure to tell… or dad.”
**
Saturday, December 21st – Chayka Air, Cold Lake, Alberta, Canada
Olha raced the Sówkas back to the guesthouse behind the Chayka Air hangars and administrative buildings. She might have won, but a shout from nearby made her stop.
“Hiya. Are you the three Ukrainians over here to raise funds for the war? I’m Mykola Sokol, son of your commander…well, one of your leaders. The other’s my aunt.”
The twenty-something boy leaning out of a window waved them over.
“I’m the only Ukrainian,” said Olha, putting her arms around the sisters. “My friends are Polish and support the squadron.”
“We coordinate the Night Owls,” said Andżelika. Providing security, medics, and K9 units for search and rescue, and guard duties. We’re after recruits while we’re here.”
Mykola glanced behind him before responding.
“I wanted to fight in 2022, but my parents claimed I wasn’t experienced. I haven’t learned to fly, like my sister Aliona, although she runs the company. I help when I can.” He looked round briefly. “I’m being called. Cya later.”
The trio dashed back to the guesthouse, knowing their first appointment was imminent.
*
Aliona showed the trio into the spacious hangar being set up for the fundraiser. Olha looked up as they passed under Zharptytsia, the prized Polikarpov U-2, the original Chayka sisters had escaped war-torn Europe in.
“Amazing and brave that they flew from Byelorussia so far across occupied territory to Sweden. Our Night Witch sisters, forever revered.”
1944 Polikarpov Po-2 of The Shuttleworth Collection, United Kingdom Michał Prokurat
The others nodded as Aliona led them onto the stage at the end of the hangar. Clodagh and Darina Kearney had set up an area for recording the next session of Kearney Encounter, their podcast. They directed the uniformed trio to seats in front of the main camera and microphones. Behind was a Ukrainian flag and the squadron’s Zharptytsia insignia.
“We’re pleased you three agreed to this,” said Clodagh, taking seats to the side with her sister. “This is not going out live since we will edit in footage from tonight’s fundraiser. So, you can take your time answering our questions. Okay?”
The interviewees smiled and agreed.
“Welcome, Kearney Encounter friends. Today’s podcast comes from Chayka Air, where their annual Fundraiser for Ukraine takes place,” said Darina, to a second camera covering the hostesses. “Every year since 2022, a few of the Night Witches squadron have attended the event to talk about the war and how we can help Ukraine achieve peace.”
Clodagh continued the introduction.
“This year’s guests, from left to right, are Lieutenant Olha Tkachuk, one of the squadron’s Ukrainian fighter pilots. In the centre is First Lieutenant Andżelika Sówka, co-founder of the Night Owls with her sister, First Lieutenant Estera Sówka, on the right. Before the sisters tell us about the Night Owls, I must ask Olha if she can talk about the squadron’s current operations?”
“I can, in general, although as some may have noticed, an injury postpones my return to active duty. However, I am aware of the missions my colleagues are flying. With the Russians launching almost nightly attacks at our cities, most night missions involve intercepting rockets and missiles. After many of these cowardly attacks hit civilian targets, our medevac helicopters respond, taking search and rescue teams to destroyed buildings. Our attack helicopters protect them… and often destroy the aerial threats too.”
“I presume the enemy uses drones to spot targets like runways,” said Clodagh. “So, your flights still move between airfields”
Olha winced while the Sówka sisters glanced at each other.
“The drones have increased steadily, especially since the summer.” She hesitated before adding, “I’ll leave the issue for the Night Owls to address.”
“Before that, are you willing to talk about your horrific drone experience, please?” asked Darina.
Olha closed her eyes but nodded.
“On July 13th, a group of Russian ORLAN 10 spy drones recced Myrhorod Air Base, minutes before Blue Flight landed. My wing sisters, Taisia Kovalchuk and Halyna Boyka, were killed, but I escaped my MiG-29, only for a cluster bomb to destroy it. The flying debris mangled my left arm…” She paused and bit her lip. “My arm was amputated.” She lowered her head. Then she rolled up the sleeve on her left arm. “It was replaced with this prosthesis at the Superhumans Center near Lviv. Only my flight leader, Adriana Pavlenko, survived the attack… physically unscathed.”
Andżelika put a comforting arm around the shaken pilot, who leant into her.
“A traumatic experience,” said Clodagh. “Our thanks for bravely sharing that. This is just one example of what the heroes in Ukraine can face any day, often every day.” She let the truth kindle the audience’s emotions. Then, she continued. “The Russian attacks continue, and not just on military targets in the East, but on cities across the country. The Night Witches must prepare for the likelihood of attacks on their airfield, and this is why the Night Owls were formed. Please, tell us what you can, Andżelika?”
Estera smiled encouragingly at her sister, who replied.
“Last summer, the squadron asked our uncle, Geralt Sówka, to form a trained security unit to replace the ground crews’ patrols. He recruited us and ten other female officers, all of us trained by GROM, the premier special missions unit of the Polish Armed Forces. We selected these space cadet blue uniforms, and Uncle G chose the Owl insignia for its powerful symbolism… and ‘sowa’ means owl in Polish.”
“And like owls, you operate predominantly at night,” said Darina. “Sorry. Please continue and explain the Ukraine angle.”
“Like the Night Witches, every recruit to the Night Owls swears allegiance to Ukraine, sharing the fight for freedom. We’re not just armed with guns, we’re also trained in unarmed conflict. Although our main recruits have been Ukrainian, we welcome other nationalities.”
“You are here with a purpose. Estera, please explain?” asked Clodagh.
Estera took a sip of water.
“The squadron’s defence plans require an enlarged squad, especially when some of us assist as medics with the medevac missions. We also operate six K9 units, which again serve on patrols and search & rescue missions. For example, Olha’s cousin, Anhelina Tkachuk and Quetzal, her red & white Siberian Husky, are one of our K9 units, specialising in search & rescue. The goal is to double the squad by recruiting security specialists, paramedics, and versatile K9 operatives.”
“Are you able to offer supplementary training?” asked Darina. “Or do they need to be fully trained?”
The Sówka sisters conferred before Andżelika replied.
“As long as they know the fundamentals, we have the personnel and facilities to instruct them further. We also have access to language facilities for anyone needing to brush up on their Ukrainian.”
Before anyone could say anything more, there was a commotion at the hangar entrance. Aliona rushed in, followed by her brother and a Chayka Air security guard with her Doberman Pinscher. All three had semi-automatic pistols as sidearms.
“There are six armed intruders on the airfield,” said the guard. “My colleagues are attempting to apprehend them.”
“We also alerted the Cold Lake RCMP detachment,” said Mykola. “Of course, Aliona warned the Canadian Forces Base as our neighbours.”
“Neighbours concerned about intruders after yesterday’s alert at Edmonton International. It’s wiser to be forewarned.”
Automatic gunfire echoed through the avenue of buildings. Colleagues called on the guard’s radio.
“Intruders heading your way, Tetyana. We’ll try to stop them. Secure the hangar immediately.”
As Mykola and his sister began to slide the hangar doors shut, Andżelika and Estera ran to help them. Tetyana dashed to a side room, shouting in what sounded like Canadian-Ukrainian.
“There should be other weapons in here. We might need them.”
“We keep some in that office… locked away,” Aliona said to the Sówka sisters. “I’m sure you two are more than proficient.”
As Olha joined them, Aliona led them to where Tetyana unlocked a hidden gun safe and took out three SIG Sauer P320s.
“Aliona, as Chayka Air’s CEO, can you authorise these three officers as security?” asked Tetyana in her Ukrainian dialect. “Since they’re from the Night Witches, they’re trained.”
When her employer nodded, Tetyana handed Olha, Estera and Andżelika the pistols. Then she radioed her colleagues.
“Zoriana, what’s your status? We now have six armed personnel, plus an eager Borago. Over.”
“They’ve split into two groups. One is preparing to blast the main hangar door… but the RCMP will deal with them. Steinarr is tracking the others, who are likely looking for a side entrance. Over.”
“Will prepare reception at rear. Over and out.”
Tetyana left Aliona, Mykola, and Olha covering the main door from a safe distance and dashed with her K9 and the Sówka sisters onto the stage.
The Kearneys and their two camera operators were filming the developing crisis.
“Shadow both groups. We must record this,” said Darina, dividing their team.
Down steps behind the stage were a narrow corridor and a large central steel door for bringing supplies or equipment into the hangar. Tetyana checked the handle, and the door swung inwards. Unable to lock it, she looked around.
A metal staircase at one end of the passageway went up to a gantry leading around the inside of the hangar. A small window gave a view from the gantry to the rear of the building.
Telling her K9 to stay, Tetyana climbed up to the window. She glanced through the dusty glass, then pulled away, gesturing down towards the door. She pointed to a pile of crates at the opposite end of the corridor.
Andżelika and Estera gave thumbs up and hid behind the crates, with a camera operator. Borago noted this and hid near the foot of the stairs, waiting as his owner crept down and lay beside him.
The door moved slightly, then swung open as three armed men slipped inside, rolling instinctively. Crouching, they scanned what must have seemed an empty corridor. Unaware they were being watched, but hearing voices, the trio moved towards the steps onto the stage.
Swiftly, Tetyana released her dog and fired a warning shot, which was followed by two from the crates. The intruders spun round, but Borago bowled them over as they tried to shoot.
Another dog entered the fray through the open doorway. The intruders found themselves surrounded by armed security guards and forced to the ground.
“Great timing, Zoriana,” said Tetyana. “I guessed Steinarr would be right behind them.” She bent down to where both Dobermanns were terrifying the prisoners. “She wasn’t going to let Borago have all the fun.”
As the male intruders stood, arms handcuffed behind them, one garbled something. Another shook his head to silence him, but not before Andżelika smiled.
“Too late. Some of us understand Russian.” She turned to the Chayka Air security guards. “He mentioned a third group already here.”
“The ones sent to neutralise our alarms,” said Zoriana. “Our military police colleagues caught them sneaking around. They’re interrogating them.”
“No doubt that bunch disabled this rear door, so I couldn’t lock it,” said Tetyana, escorting the first prisoner outside.
The handcuffed intruders were taken around the outside of the hangar to where the RCMP officers had secured three more intruders.
Aliona had escorted everyone else outside and appeared relieved that the Sówka group were safe.
“Lieutenant Colonel Manning has commandeered our securest room for Cold Lake’s Military Police to interrogate all three groups of intruders.”
“With our assistance,” added the senior RCMP officer. “You also have the use of one of our K9 officers, Corporal Isla Clacher.” He indicated a female handler with a German Shepherd. “She trained with your Douglass sisters before they found their Ukrainian roots.”
Tetyana and Zoriana grinned and then saluted both RCMP officers.
“Experienced officers have advised me,” said Aliona, “That the hangar needs to be thoroughly searched for explosive devices before our Fundraiser. Guests will start arriving in about two hours.”
“We’ll need more than three K9 units,” said Isla. “Even with human assistance.”
Before anyone could respond, two vehicles pulled up with K9 insignia, one Military Police, the other Air Transport Security. The handlers let their dogs out, then attached tactical gear and leashes to them.
“I’m Sergeant Corynn Amsel, and my German Shorthaired Pointer is Rikke,” said the Military Police handler.
“And my Beagle is Rosheen,” said the CATSA handler. “I’m Ailish… Ailish Delaney.”
Mykola turned to his sister, “Five K9 units from four units. How’s our CEO going to coordinate them?”
She smiled. “I’ll delegate to one of the Night Owl First Lieutenants.” She glanced from Andżelika to Estera. “They’re both experienced in leading a team which includes six K9 units from three countries. Does one of you Sówka sisters want to take charge… if our handlers accept?”
Estera encouraged her sister to step forward, saying, “Another chance to demonstrate teamwork.”
Cameras still rolling, five keen handlers gathered around Andżelika with their eager dogs.
“This will be a perfect example of the solidarity Ukraine needs,” said Aliona. “Ensuring our venue is secure for another extremely successful Fundraiser.”
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