The Spy Who Loved Me – Excerpt No. 1

It was early evening and the weather was oppressive. Despite it being late November the temperature was a steady twenty-two celsius with a humidity that made clothes feel like they were just pulled from the washer. Five years ago they would still get snow around this time. 

At least Jimmy Cooke did not have to wear his rebreather.  A device that recycled exhaled air for extended periods of time outside. Most relied on manual versions that took a few minutes of steady breathing to output air, whereas newer models stored a usable supply.