Richard P. Henrick

Chapter One A familiar, dreaded growl sounded up ahead, and Konstantin Belchenko instantly froze in mid-step. Intently, he peered through the thick tree line to his left. For the first few seconds, all that he could make out were the shaggy white birch trunks. When the muted grünt repeated...

oIt was a muted growling sound that caused Vladimir Radchenko to cut short his stride in midstep. The solidly built, fifty-nine-year-old politician silently planted his booted right heel firmly on the narrow earthen path and intently scanned the surrounding forest. A thick wood of mature birch...

Chapter OneFor the third consecutive morning, Andrew Weston's dreams woke him from a sound sleep. Each time, the vision was the same. He found himself in a lush, pine-covered valley. A single, thin trail cut through the rolling hills. With not another human in sight, he walked down the path with a...