The Spy Who Loved Me – Excerpt No. 11

12 September 2026

His target changed course at the half-way mark and headed south. Eventually Jimmy ended up driving along a lonely stretch of road at twice the posted speed limit. I should have intercepted them by now.

He was surrounded by fog, not the white version he remembered when he grew up stretching out over the lake. This was thicker and more pervasive and had a colour reminiscent of rust.

As a child there were sporadic reports of rusty fog, usually in some remote part of the world. Now it was everywhere, choking out the sun, and somehow was part of the reason why the global average temperature had jumped to twenty-two.

A photorealistic night scene of a sleek black near-future supercar speeding along a remote lonely highway through thick rusty-orange fog. A James Bond-style man in a dark suit and tie sits behind the wheel, focused and composed, as the car’s headlights cut weakly through the dense fog and the surrounding trees blur past.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.