A spy hunter. A rogue operative.

A secret war that could destroy them both.

Olesya is just an ordinary girl, but that changes when the clandestine Fifth Column discover her rare genetic anomaly. Taken from her home and ensnared in a special training program, Olesya is destined to become a black operative, or die trying. But when a splinter faction of the Fifth Column sabotages the program, she escapes.

Almost a decade later, Olesya leads a team of hunters on a dangerous assignment. Her targets are black opera­tives: elusive, genet­i­cally enhanced, and unstop­pable. From the bio-clinics of Brazil to the icy border­lands of Kalin­ingrad, from the catacombs of Lithuania to the citadel of occupied Prague, Olesya is at the heart of a war against a powerful, malev­olent organi­zation that wants total control.

But as opera­tives and hunters start to vanish, Olesya discovers they aren’t the only players in this deadly game…

This is the first adren­aline-charged episode in the Helix technothriller series by ex Australian recon soldier Nathan M. Farrugia. If you like conspiracy, espionage and edge-of-your-seat suspense, then you’ll love this thrilling cross between Jason Bourne and Dark Angel.

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What readers are saying about the Helix series:

I’m completely blown away by this series

Helix is every­thing I love about action and adventure novels: spies, gadgets, fights, escapes, characters you care about, and a carefully crafted story.”

Expec­ta­tions are high. To say that Farrugia did not disap­point would be a huge under­statement. He absolutely nailed it.”

Absolutely brilliant. I’ve always compared Farrugia to Matthew Reilly, and with Helix I think he has finally surpassed Reilly.”

Chapter One


Damien wasn’t meant to be here.

Thirty-five minutes and you haven’t asked why you’re in this room,’ the border control officer said.

Damien was sitting in what they politely referred to as an interview room, with duct tape binding his wrists to the chair’s plastic armrests. The officer had fastened cable ties over the tape just to be sure.

This wasn’t quite how Damien had planned things.

Both his sneakers were missing their shoelaces. There was no partition glass. One camera in the corner. Vents blowing cool air. A single sprinkler head above the officer. The officer sat behind a table and on the table there was a single sheet of paper, face down. The linoleum floor smelled of ammonia, searing Damien’s nostrils. The room temper­ature was inten­tionally cold.

The officer prodded a tablet with an impatient finger. He was American, but his portly midsection pressed against his local Guatemalan uniform.

Would you like to know why you’re here?’ he asked.

You find my aura unusually calming?’ Damien said.

I find your criminal record unusually alarming.’

He held up the paper for Damien to see. It was blank.

But Damien was more inter­ested in the officer’s arm. There was a thin band of white fabric above his right elbow. He’d seen it before, yet couldn’t quite place it.

I filled out the immigration form wrong, didn’t I?’ Damien said. ‘I should’ve put Casual Relief Teacher.’

I hope you enjoyed your time in Guatemala.’ The officer’s attention was back on his tablet.

Thank you…’ Damien said, reading the surname on his uniform, ‘…Officer White. As far as being pulled off a bus at gunpoint and cavity searched goes, it’s been a real blast. Some people pay for that experience.’

And I expect you’ll pay for this,’ White said.

I’d prefer Shibari rope play, but we can work with that,’ Damien said.

White’s left eye twitched, barely. ‘You don’t choose.’

Damien focused with his enhanced hearing. There was light traffic in the corridor outside and someone was talking about his posses­sions in the opposite room. White’s breathing was a bit faster than it should’ve been.

Level 181. It’s not a place you want to be stuck on,’ White said.

Damien blinked. ‘Is that where I am?’

White looked up from his tablet. ‘I mean on Candy Crush. Level 181 is literally impos­sible.’

Why did you take me off the bus?’ Damien asked.

White barely raised an eyebrow. ‘That doesn’t matter anymore.’

When the other officers saw my passport, they seemed pretty keen to put me on that bus.’

Believe me when I tell you I was doing you a favor.’ White put his tablet down. ‘What matters is where you will go. There are certain gentlemen from a department of the United States government who look forward to meeting you. They should be here soon.’

And which department is that?’ Damien asked.

Do I look like I should know or even care?’ White glared at him. ‘Do you know who I am?’

I’m crossing off “romantic love interest”,’ Damien said. ‘Or am I not giving us the chance we deserve?’

What we deserve?’ He gave Damien a self-assured nod. ‘We deserve to be purged.’

I was thinking of doing a detox myself.’

Are you scared, Damien?’

He knew the answer. He could die here. Or worse, the government could take him. ‘I’m a little concerned.’

Some things have no right to exist,’ White said, his hand on his holster. ‘Some things should never be born.’

Damien felt his skin crawl. Maybe it was the cold air, maybe it was White. ‘What things?’ he asked.

White lifted his hand from the holster and inspected his fingertips. ‘It’s not just what they are, but what they do.’ He looked at Damien, unwavering. ‘What did you do, exactly?’

Damien felt his pulse race, a dull throb in his ear. He breathed slowly and focused on the officer. There was still a way out. ‘You’re not inter­ested in what I did. You’re inter­ested in who they are. And how they can pull strings so far above your head.’

White shifted in his seat. His chair squeaked. ‘Just another agency.’

It doesn’t matter what agency they say they’re from,’ Damien said. ‘They’re not.’

White stood and began to circle the table. He paused in front of Damien and folded his arms. ‘Tell me, do you think I’d believe anything you say?’

Damien resisted the urge to blink. ‘That depends on what I say.’

Do you think you’ll survive this?’

If you didn’t take me off that bus, would I have survived?’

White frowned. ‘That’s a strange question.’

With a strange answer,’ Damien said.

It depends on what you mean by survival.’ White’s tablet buzzed. He walked over to check it, then double-check it. His lips shivered into a smile. ‘I have some good news.’

The door opened and a female and male uniformed officer entered. Like White, they didn’t appear to be local. And like White, they both wore white arm bands. One officer closed the door.

Their name tags read Price and Gray. Price had an oddly large head and thick eyebrows that twitched when he drew a fixed-blade knife. It didn’t look government issue, and it didn’t glint under the light because it was coated black.

Gray didn’t reach for her knife. She kept a hand close to her holstered stun gun. Her glass-green eyes focused on Damien’s body instead of his face. They approached him from opposing sides. He pulled on his restraints.

Change of plans?’ Damien asked.

No,’ White said. ‘Change of strings.’












Edited by Tara Goedjen
Line edited by Pete Kempshall
Photog­raphy by Andrew Maccoll
Cover design by Pat Naoum
Olesya portrayed by Elke Bonner
Sophia portrayed by Haylee Collins
Costume design by Julianne Ting
Costume tailoring by Sam Melika
Hair and makeup by Kim Tavares and Janice Wu.

Beta reading by Haylee Collins, Julie Dodkins, Neil Hawkins, Craig Hilde­brand-Burke, Jess Howard, Sam Linton-Smith, Jason Martin, Joel McMullen, Mike Powell, Jessy Stephens and Xavier Waterkeyn.

Proofread by Sean Birkner, Fredrik Björk, Lisa Cashen, Barry Caudill, Liz Charnock, Laura Cook, Jason Denness, Zandi Dezman, Robyn Donovan, Jon Fraser, Jim Gabler, Pat Garner, Andy Howard, Patti Holycross, Jessica Jocher, Dean Johnson, Katherine Kuzmenko, Evie Lawlor, Katrina Mickle, Greg Morris, Thomas Roth, Sreedhar Sharma, Stephen Spence, Josh Tamayo, Eric Volle­bregt and Carolyn Walkden.