Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea Pdf

[Georgeanna Abson]

Mosesfinds himself between two impossible choices. Moses leads the people to a place called Pi-hahiroth. The Bible gives very specific details about this place in Exodus 14:2. Pi-hahiroth is a spot on the beach near the Red Sea. This should be a place for Israel to celebrate. Instead it becomes a horror scene.

In order to deal with the other half of the impossible situation, God commands Moses to once again, to lift his hands over the water (Exodus 14:26-27). This was the moment where God did away with both the devil and the deep blue sea in one instant. Israel is now standing on dry land, and the armies of Egypt are totally annihilated in one miraculous moment!

Alex always knew his curiosity and impulsiveness would get him into trouble. It got him tangled up with MI6, after all. He hadn't expected it to land him in the middle of SCORPIA as Yassen Gregorovich's apprentice. No pairings, AU after Skeleton Key.

This goes rampantly AU after Skeleton Key. No pairings. As this is pre-Eagle Strike, this also means there are a number of things Alex is as of yet unaware of, and that Tom doesn't know about Alex's MI6 job. The rating is for language as well as canon-typical violence and (slightly grim) subject matters later on, including non-graphic murder and torture. If you want specific warnings, feel free to ask and I'll be happy to answer. There are a number of original characters by necessity, though I've tried to grab as much as I could from canon.

Alex opened his eyes. Took in the darkness of the room. A man sat in the old office chair, perfectly at ease with the situation. Anonymous, dark clothes, short hair, pale skin, and a gun in his hand aimed unerringly at Alex. All colour had been leached out by night and left mostly muddled shades of grey, but Alex didn't need to see the blond hair or clear, blue eyes to recognise Yassen Gregorovich.

For a moment both were silent, Yassen in no apparent rush to speak and Alex not sure what to say. The silence lingered until it finally became too much for Alex. If Yassen had wanted him dead, he doubted he would ever have woken up at all. That alone made him want to know what was going on.

In the process his hand crept closer to the knife he had hidden between the mattress and the side of the bed. Not that it was going to do much good against a professional assassin, but still. It made him feel a little less exposed.

He stilled. Met Yassen's eyes. The gun moved fractions of an inch upwards. Alex followed the unspoken instructions and returned both hands to plain sight again. He almost made an inappropriate joke about teenage boys and hands under the covers but stopped himself at the last moment. He doubted his visitor would appreciate it.

The Big Circle triad? MI6 claimed they had handled that. Someone else? It wasn't like he was short on enemies. Part of him wanted to know. Part of him wanted it over with. Part of him wished that Yassen had just finished the job when he had still been asleep.

Drugs of some sort, then. Like MI6 had used on him once. Alex nodded, grateful for that much. He assumed she would only stay unharmed for as long as he didn't cross the man too much. It seemed like the sort of thing he would do.

The first insidious doubt settled in Alex's mind. He wanted to believe someone would have told him about his father, but he knew the likelihood was low. His uncle might have thought him too young still. MI6 liked their secrets too much.

The words settled uneasily with Alex. Respected by a terrorist organisation. That wasn't exactly a ringing endorsement right there. An amazing display of deep cover, though. Way braver than anything Alex could ever imagine doing himself, too. Terrifying in a way that sent a chill down his spine at the thought. Surrounded by enemies, one mistake from death, and his father had not only survived but thrived in the process.

That, too, Alex refused to answer. Too many, honestly, but he wasn't about to admit to that, either. Too many, and it didn't help that he had no support or that they didn't send any backup. It was a miracle and a credit to his uncle's training that he was still alive at all.

Alex had never mentioned Tom's name. He shouldn't have been surprised, but the words still sent a chill down his spine. If Yassen knew, others could find out as well. Tom would be in danger, Tom and Jack both, because of something he had done and with no way to prevent it.

Alex nodded. Yassen was right about that, however much it sucked to admit. He could imagine it vividly, too. Blunt's orders to have Jack deported and Alex himself put into the care of a more suitable guardian. Someone who would make less of a fuss about blackmail.

It was an incredibly stupid idea. Even dumber than his decision to break into Ian Rider's office fifteen floors up. It could get him killed. It could also give him answers, and maybe the knowledge to make good on his threat. Get revenge, for his parents and for Ian and everything that had gone wrong after they died.

He tried to imagine it and felt sick to his stomach. He was fourteen years old. He should worry about his grades and friends, not seriously wonder what it would feel like to murder another human being.

So those were his choices, then. Alex tried to imagine agreeing and found it hard. He tried to imagine refusing, too, and knew at that moment just what his answer was. Agreeing would be absolute madness. Refusing, and losing any chance of answers, of having someone in his corner for once who could actually protect him, someone who had known his father -

Better than what Alex had hoped for. They would probably still believe he had been kidnapped, and he already felt guilty about it, but he wasn't going to change his mind. He had to do this. Get some measure of control of his life back, no matter how small.

The letters were worse. What did he even write? The three sheets of paper he had torn from one of his notebooks looked huge and intimidating. Yassen had been clear that he was not to leave any hint about them, any hints at all, and that didn't make the task any easier. He couldn't mention 'an old friend of his father' without leaving too big of a hint, but he could dodge the truth.

We both know MI6 will never let me go. It was just supposed to be one mission, just one, and we both saw how that went. Sooner or later, you and Tom will be targets, too, because MI6 made someone mad enough that they decided to track me down and hurt the people I love.

I'll be off by the time you read this. I left a letter for Tom, too. Please make sure he gets it? I don't know where I'm going, but I've got enough to start on and a whole world to see. Ian taught me a lot about staying alive. I'll be fine. Better than I would have been with Blunt, anyway.

Tom's letter was no easier to write and took just as long as Jack's had. They had joked once, before Ian and MI6 and the world had gone all upside down, that they should have secret codes; ways to pass on information right under someone's nose. Right now Alex wished they'd gone through with it, even if he wasn't sure what he would even have said. He didn't know where they were going. He didn't know how they would travel. It wasn't even technically under duress.

Jack might've told you already, but I left. I quit. I'm tired. My uncle was a spy with MI6. When that got him killed, they decided to blackmail me into taking over his job. Jack knows everything. She can tell you the full story. Technically I signed the Official Secrets Act and can't talk about it, but I don't really care. I can't keep doing this, and I can't risk you or Jack, either. Nobody else gives much of a shit about me, so you're the ones people would target to get to me. It'll be safer for everyone if I'm just not around.

I'm not sure where I'll go, but I've got enough to last for a while. If I can and it's not too risky, I'll get in contact. If not, you were the best mate I could have asked for and I'll miss you, and you can mock me for that bit of sentimental shit when I see you again. Yell at the MI6 suits if they show up, it'll make you feel better.

He managed to fit his things into one suitcase. A whole life packed away just like that. Clothes, mostly. No photos. Nothing personal. Nothing that could have identified him. Yassen had checked to make sure. The suitcase could have belonged to any teenage boy.

Alex almost slipped into Jack's room to leave the letters but stopped himself at the last moment. It felt like an invasion of her privacy, however worried he was, and he knew that if he saw her, there was a very real chance he wouldn't be able to go through with this.

Mostly the film is made up of on-location talking-head footage, but we also get to see footage taken inside a detention centre by a concealed camera Taylor wore under her headscarf. For mine though, the most harrowing image of the film is that of a rickety smugglers boat packed with people being pummeled against the rocks by rough seas.

The filming took place over two years, which means that we are able to get an idea of the progress of the journey. The picture finishes by taking us through all of the people we have heard from in the preceding hour with on-screen titles informing us which have since been resettled in Australia, which have had their claims denied, which are now missing and which have drowned at sea.

Between the Devil & the Deep Blue Sea is not in cinematic release but has been touring around the country. Visit www.deepblueseafilm.com for more information on how you can see this potent, insightful and important documentary.

Not that I am complaining too much mind you. I have had the amazing opportunity to spend the past two weeks working with the National Park Service Submerged Resources Center and NOAA divers (and my buddy Worth) on a mission to locate and catalog artifacts from WWII.

We have had a few great days of diving, but the weather pattern shown below brought with it a heavy underwater surge which has greatly reduced visibility and made diving near rocks and coral reefs hazardous.

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