An Emergent State – Andrew Wareham

Most amusing! In a cardboard box, eh, sir? I shall have to tell the boys that one at dinner time, you know, I almost believed when you said it without a grin… Oh, my God!” Benjamin looked leerily at the box, afraid it might explode or bite him or flash obscene currency notes. “Sir, we can’t really do that, sir. It is not correct.” He spoke in that careful voice reserved for dealing with lunatics or slow children or bishops of the Church of England – a kind, superior, gently patronising, humouring tone with just the least edge of desperation.

Jones grinned. “You’re probably right.” “No, sir, certainly right. It must be locked away, safe – that is it! A safe! We must have a safe! This is money, sir: tins of fish go in cardboard boxes, money goes in safes. Honest, sir!” “We must have it to hand instantly available night or day. We cannot have it locked away out of reach.” “We can open a safe very easily, sir.

You use a key.” “Well, if you insist…” “I will get one, I shall organise it now, we cannot work in the same room as a box full of money. It is not done, sir, it is bad for us, we would probably go blind!” He backed out of the room, eyes never leaving the box, clattered off down the corridor. The phone rang. “Is that the rewards man?” “Yes, Jones speaking.” “Good. Will you pay rewards for every escaped man?”

“Yes.” “Good. How much for a man who was in jail for stealing cars and escaped after six months with two years still to go?” “Not a lot, I’m afraid. I’ll check my list but cars are not very important – nothing’s too small, but…

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored, in any form or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical without the express written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them. PublishNation www.publishnation.co.uk 1kitap1.com/en Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven 1kitap1.com/en Chapter One Eight thirty in the morning, the equatorial day two and a half hours old, the sun hot, but not yet intolerable, the Dry Season wind cooling the grassless, brown-baked parade ground.

Dust drifted into eyes, crept into armpits and socks, crawled up legs, the itch readying itself for the day’s onslaught. The audience assembled, in duty bound, in the lines of unforgiving iron chairs set out in the shade of the drill sheds, looked across the sere, reclaimed – almost – swampland to the low, tan, rounded, hazy, fire-patched hills of the coastal savannah. Even the gum trees were short of leaf and the frangipani were bare except for their lush blossom, the heavy scent almost covering the whiff of the inevitable dead dog somewhere on the other side of the wire, and leavening the growing smell of sweat.

The wives, the civilian employees and the officers from the administrative unit sat segregated, uncomfortable in official proximity to each other, the women determinedly patronising all those inferior to their husbands’ rank and, publicly, cutting civilians dead. They sat in apparently close formation, twenty expatriates and a dozen national officers, seething with frustration, discontent and simple boredom, the tension sparkling between them the only sign of life.

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

Book Information

• Unique ID: 9c89fdc25d5c3f48
• File Extension: .pdf
• File Size: 1,427,188 bytes (1.361 MB)
• Title: –
• Author: Unknown
• Pages: 272
• Language: English (en)

Reading & Word Statistics

• Estimated Reading Time: 482.95 minutes
• Total Words: 96,590
• Total Characters: 542,996
• Average Words per Page: 355.11
• Average Characters per Page: 1996.31

Most Frequent Words

jones (570), sir (546), one (327), good (248), two (237), get (227), back (226), know (189), man (187), got (186), well (182), don’t (172), like (166), it’s (163), three (160), right (158), now (144), men (143), see (127), made (121), way (116), much (115), time (115), little (113), old (112), away (112), that’s (112), think (111), james (109), come (106), commissioner (104), first (103), yes (103), put (102), police (100), never (100), people (95), minutes (94), still (93), take (93), i’m (93), going (90), even (88), every (88), say (87), make (87), look (86), big (86), four (85), i’ll (85), came (84), said (82), new (81), money (79), commandant (79), nothing (78), round (75), behind (72), long (72), left (72), tell (72), half (71), another (71), front (71), work (70), morning (70), hundred (70), turned (69), young (69), thought (69), five (68), ten (68), night (68), took (68), side (67), himself (67), told (67), college (66), road (66), he’s (66), need (66), across (65), sat (65), sure (65), quite (65), found (65), bloody (65), better (65), something (64), last (64), saw (64), full (63), enough (62), want (62), couple (62), day (61), feet (61), knew (60), really (60), officers (59).

PDF Download