Flight 313: Dark Ops, #1

By Jay Tinsiano and Jay Newton

A group of men board flight 313 with the equipment and means to hijack the aircraft.

An air marshal who hasn't seen action for years finds himself dealing with a group of terrorists.

It's his chance to be a hero.

Except, nothing is as it seems.

A short military conspiracy thriller that will keep you guessing.

Please note: This is a short story of around 7000 words and part of the Dark Ops Mini-series

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Paradigm Publishing
• Release date: Aug 31, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386564034

Jay Tinsiano

USA Today and Amazon best selling author Jay Tinsiano was born in Ireland but grew up on the flat plains of Lincolnshire before moving to the city of Bristol in the UK where he is currently based. Jay is an avid reader and writer of fiction, specifically thriller, apocalyptic, and speculative and interweaves his experiences into his fiction writing.

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Jay Tinsiano and Jay Newton

Flight 313

First published by Dark Paradigm Publishing 2022

Copyright © 2022 by Jay Tinsiano and Jay Newton

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

Jay Tinsiano and Jay Newton asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

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Flight 313

11.32 AM

Bangkok airport

Kurt Coleman joined the security queue, patiently moving forward as passengers’ luggage got dumped onto the carousel. He glanced down at his fake passport, an image of a shaven-headed Afro-Caribbean man looking back with mild contempt—or was it nonchalance? Either way, it was him, five years earlier, shot in some shithole in Asia he could hardly remember or perhaps chose not to. He pocketed the passport and looked up to see grim-faced Thai security officials rifle through randomly picked hand luggage and usher through passengers.

The X-ray machines and body scanners had malfunctioned, causing a huge backlog of passengers waiting to get through security to the departure lounge. After a short delay, the customs security officials had decided to manually check some of the baggage. Coleman could tell they were rushing a bit more now.

There were still arguments happening around him. Passengers believed they would miss their flights, despite the repeated public announcements in various languages, ensuring that flights would be delayed and not be allowed to take off until everyone had boarded. These calmed the situation slightly, but tempers and anxieties remained high.

Coleman’s fingers brushed along the silicone-encased military-grade phone, which carried the signal app that was disrupting the security equipment and making it useless, if only for a short time. He carried a small drawstring bag on his massive shoulders and had donned a newly purchased Thailand tourist shirt, long shorts, and Nike shoes.

Several queues cut across