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Palestinian freedom fighter Abed Abu Omar and 20 men are preparing for their most daring mission yet: the hijack of a five-story supertanker laden with oil. Meanwhile, SBS operative Stratton has been assigned to bodyguard work and is bored by the lack of challenge. When Omar’s plot is revealed, Stratton is quickly whisked away by helicopter to assist in a daring rescue. With a rich cast of characters ranging from Russian secret service operatives to Al Qaeda terrorists and the Israeli military, this is a gripping thrill-ride packed with authentic detail and heart-stopping narrative.
will kill you if you join those fools.This is not the way to get back our homeland. The Jihad are worse than that fool Arafat and his thieves in the Authority.’ ‘My concern right now is not for my homeland. It’s to stay alive, and keep you alive.’ ‘No.You will not join them. I did not stay on this earth to raise you so that you could die like a bandit with a gun in your hand.’ He grew suddenly angry and intolerant of her ignorance. ‘Then what should I do? Eh? What is your solution? I cannot
he got to the end, he lowered his head into his hands and began to gently weep, his heavy shoulders shaking. Zhilev remained at the table for a long time after he had stopped crying while steam gushed from the bubbling kettle on the stove.When he eventually got to his feet, he went to a cupboard and took out a mug, placed a spoonful of instant coffee into it and filled it with the boiling water, stirring it slowly as if in a trance. All he could see and hear were memories of his brother. Zhilev
Everything about him, the cut of his cloth, hair, fingernails and neatness of his belongings suggested he was meticulous. He looked tired though, his eyes red and sunken, the lids blinking lazily indicating a thirst for sleep, and they flickered in harmony with his gravel voice as if sensitive to the coarseness of it. ‘You’re British military intelligence?’ Gabriel said, more a statement of doubt than a question. ‘And you’re Gabriel,’ Stratton said, ignoring the attitude and putting it down to
himself. ‘Stratton. One more thing.You still have your ID, don’t you?’ Stratton automatically felt his pocket where his wallet was, not so much with his hand as with his mind. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I don’t suppose it ever crossed your mind why I never asked for it back?’ Oddly enough, it had not. ‘When you arrive in Athens one of our people will meet you and give you some bits and pieces,’ Sumners continued. ‘I’ll talk to you later.’ ‘Sumners?’ Stratton quickly said. There was silence for a
he faced the doors again, then they continued to stare at him, unsmiling, habitually suspicious. In the confined space Zhilev was suddenly aware of a foul smell and realised it was coming from him. He had not washed for a week or more and in the warmth of the hotel, with the sea drying in his hair, he must have smelt much worse to the old couple since he had grown accustomed to it. The lift came to a stop and the doors opened. No one immediately moved and Zhilev smiled, motioning politely for