The target is just about visible through my rifle scope: a lone figure on a hill, dressed in black and scanning the landscape with binoculars. Confident that we are well concealed in our ghillie suits, my spotter, a serving
The target is just about visible through my rifle scope: a lone figure on a hill, dressed in black and scanning the landscape with binoculars. Confident that we are well concealed in our ghillie suits, my spotter, a serving Royal Marines sniper, quietly gives the order to fire when ready. Holding my breath to steady my aim, I gently squeeze the trigger, trying desperately to stay still and praying that the sound and smoke haven’t given our position away.
Beneath the grand Art Deco headquarters of the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine lies a vast labyrinth inhabited by weird and wonderful creatures.