Bin Laden's Nemesis

W. Kay R.

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In 1990, the underground industry of importing arms to Ireland, from countries such as Libya, has gone into reverse. Arms are being exported to the highest bidder; one of whom is largely unknown in the West, a fledgling terrorist organisation calling itself al-Qaeda. Consequently, MI5 decide to infiltrate al-Qaeda and monitor the illegal trade. A linguist is required to undertake surveillance of the suspected exchange of arms between Irish and Spanish trawlers in the Isle of Man. Former Army Intelligence Corps major, Juan Quayle, fills the job specification perfectly. But Quayle begins to fear for his future when war breaks out between Armenia and Azerbaijan. Aided by the Russian liaison officer attached to an Armenian brigade, he returns to Britain, via Moscow, with considerable knowledge of al-Qaeda. After exhaustive debriefing, he retires to the Isle of Man, marries and begins a family. However, the tentacles of al-Qaeda reach him. The assassin's plot destroys his wife, children and home, but Quayle, trapped in a cellar, survives. Seeking revenge, he joins MI6 where a plan to destroy al-Qaeda's leader, Osama bin Laden, is carefully and meticulously put together. This tale of deception, politics and espionage raises questions about the events of 9/11 and asks why the west ever invaded Afghanistan and Iraq. It is the second of a trilogy, the first being ANastia Game(Book GuildPublishing, 2009). Author RWKay is inspired by a number of authors, including Rider Haggard, Ian Rankin and Dan Brown. Bin Laden's Nemesis will appeal to fans of political thrillers.

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• Political
• Politics

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• Publié par: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Date de parution: 01 juin 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781780888132
• Langue: English

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BIN LADEN S
NEMESIS
BIN LADEN S
NEMESIS
R.W.KAY
Copyright 2012 R W Kay
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To all who died as a result of the attacks on 9/11, not only those in New York, Pennsylvania and Washington, but also the subsequent tens of thousands of innocent men, women and children in Afghanistan and Iraq.
Contents
Author s Acknowledgment
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
EPILOGUE
Author s Acknowledgment
The author wishes to thank the following for helping him with early drafts: Jean Barlow, Bob Fisher, Tim Gresty, Salwa Jones, John Knewstubb, Angie and Mick Salt, and especially Paul Watson.
CHAPTER 1
Tuesday 3rd July 1990
Are you telling me there s no one in our department or MI6 who can speak all these languages?
Yes, Sir, replied the Head of the Irish desk. We have Gaelic linguists, of course, but none who can also speak Arabic and Spanish. MI6 has many fluent in Arabic and Spanish but not with Gaelic.
The Director of MI5 sighed audibly. How long would it take to train someone?
Eighteen months on the Arabic course and a year in the field - two and a half years.
Too long. We haven t got that sort of time. There must be someone, somewhere, surely? Have you tried the Armed Forces?
Yes. They can offer similar skilled linguists like us, but not with Gaelic. There was one who filled the job description, but he retired several years ago.
A shame; this will not be a job for a geriatric.
He s just turned forty. He retired from the Army Intelligence Corps after sixteen years service. He is currently teaching Spanish and French at a school in Cumbria. He also teaches Japanese to managers working in the nearby nuclear plant at Sellafield.
It sounds as if he s gifted linguistically.
Yes, the only problem is that his Gaelic is Manx, not Irish.
Would that matter? asked the Director, Sir Charles Gray.
Probably not. Scottish, Irish and Manx are all derived from the same ancient language. He should be able to understand what is being said.
Have you got his details? I d like to have a look.
His deputy passed over a pink file marked Staff-in-Confidence.
Sir Charles opened the file. On the inside cover was a black and white, head-and-shoulders photo of a handsome-looking man, probably in his mid-thirties. A head of wiry black hair, dark eyes, high cheek bones, swarthy skin and a strong chin suggested a man who kept himself fit. He read the frontispiece of the file, line by line:
Major Juan Hasani Quayle Born: Bride, Isle of Man, 2 April 1950 Education: Ramsey Grammar School, Isle of Man 1961-1968, A Levels: English, French, German, and Latin University: Durham 1968-71: Joint Honours German and Spanish (2:1 awarded) Leeds 1971-72: PGCE Commissioned: Sandhurst 1973, Intelligence Corps. Retired July 1988 Marital Status: Single Hobbies: Sailing, swimming (Member British Long Distance Swimming Association), golf (handicap - 7).
Sir Charles stopped and looked at his colleague. I see he s Manx, that could be a bonus, but there s no mention of his ability to speak either Gaelic or Arabic.
If you turn over, sir, you ll find his mother was Egyptian, hence his unusual middle name. She met his father when he was serving with the Army in the Canal Zone at the end of the Second World War. Quayle senior married her and brought her back to the Isle of Man where Quayle junior was born several years later. Quayle s father was a farmer in the north of the island and spoke Manx. The boy, who was an only child, was brought up in their home multi-lingual. Both his parents died ten or twelve years ago, leaving him the farm; which I understand he has leased locally. As you say, being Manx could be a plus as he should know the local geography.
Seemingly satisfied, Sir Charles nodded and turned over the page. He glanced down the summary: Career History: 1973-76 Asst Mil Attach , Baghdad 1976-79 HQ BAOR (Int Directorate) 1979-81 Joint Sch of Languages, Beaconsfield, 18 month Russian Course 1981-84 British Commander s in Chief Mission, Berlin (BRIXMIS) 1984-86 Falkland Islands, Interpreter 1986-88 RAF Chicksands Instructor
I see he never served in Northern Ireland, remarked the Director.
No. That may be a good thing?
Yes, definitely.
He began turning over the annual reports that had accrued during Major Quayle s 16-year career. A life-long civil servant, Sir Charles could skim-read quickly and accurately. However, even he had to stop in disbelief periodically. After almost a quarter of an hour of silence, he put down the file, and looked at his Head of the Irish Desk, Sean Doran.
Well, he exclaimed, this Quayle is something of a Don Juan, if you excuse the pun Using him might be a risk?
Juan is pronounced Jew-ann in the Isle of Man, sir. It s quite a common boy s name. However, his annual reports all agree on one thing: he was good at his job, replied Doran.
They also agree he has a weakness for the two Ws : Wine and Women.
Sir Charles then began listing the occasions that had resulted in Quayle being reprimanded. He gets drunk at a dining-in night and is found the next morning in bed with a civilian member of the mess staff who just happens to be the wife of a sergeant on the base. Then there was the incident in the bar when he told the Colonel s wife that she looked better when she had been a peroxide blonde - in front of junior officers. Unbelievable Finally, there was the incident which resulted in him being slung out of BRIXMIS.
That was never proved, sir. My contacts tell me he was set up by the Russians.
Nevertheless, a German seventeen year old schoolgirl.
I am led to believe she was a young-looking, twenty-two year old East German member of Stasi. He was sent to the Falklands with a black mark. It s probably the reason he decided to leave at his optional midcareer retirement point.
The question is, asked Sir Charles, dare we use him? And will he come back?
The terms of his Army commission are that he is currently serving six years on the reserve list. We could always recall him if necessary.
One volunteer is worth two pressed men, Sean. What else do you know about his present circumstances?
I ve done some background research. Quayle teaches at St Bees School in Cumbria. The Head is the Rev Reginald Hargreaves who was, formerly, a Royal Navy padre for seven years. He might, therefore, be sympathetic to our cause. Can I suggest you make contact and give him a visit?
***
A few days later, on Thursday 5 th July, Sir Charles was sitting in the Principal s study sipping a mid-morning sherry. I was intrigued by your phone call, Sir Charles. How can I be of help? asked the Rev Hargreaves.
I ll come to the point, Reggie. You have a teacher on your staff - a Major Quayle?
Yes, he takes Spanish to A level, lower forms for French, and helps run the Combined Cadet Force. Why?
We desperately need him to work for us for a year or two.
You haven t told me what you do, Sir Charles.
It s rather sensitive work, I m afraid, but from your time in the Navy I m sure you ll understand. Even Padres have to sign the Official Secrets Act.
The mention of the Royal Navy and the Official Secrets Act, which, once signed, lasts for life, made the Head s eyebrows rise. How did he know I was in the Navy? he wondered.
Sir Charles continued, Let s just say I manage one of the Government s security services. He paused and took a sip of his Amontillado.
The Principal looked at the dapper, grey-haired man in his late fifties, and thought: Do I take his word at face value? You ll forgive me, Sir Charles, but that is quite a claim to make. I don t wish to be rude, but have you any proof?
You served on HMS Liverpool , I believe?
Yes, I did.
And your Commanding Officer was Captain Trevor Norman?
He was.
If you ring this number, you ll get him in the Ministry of Defence; he s now a rear-admiral. Have a chat with him, ask him some questions to convince yourself he is your former CO, and he will confirm that I am who I say I am.
A phone call, some catching up on the good old days, and several minutes later the Principal was convinced. What do you want with Quayle? he asked.
Quayle is rather unique, replied the Head of MI5. Did you know he can speak Arabic and Gaelic as well as