Wrath of Shakira

M.W. Fletcher

Description

A bomb on a London underground train causes devastation. Another one is planted at Stanstead airport. An old enemy is back in town and he wants revenge. This foe is brutal and focused on revenge; no one is safe whilst he lives. The streets of London become a battlefield, with bombings and shootouts. Along with air to air combat over the skies of Norfolk. Max Storm and the Operational Strike Command must re- engage this old foe to stop the carnage and blood shedding once and for all. The OSC is the UK's first and last line of offence.

Sujets

• Adventure (Guyana)
• Adventure

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 25 mai 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781782341109
• Langue: English

Extrait

Title Page
THE WRATH OF SHAKIRA
A Max Storm Novel


By
M. W. Fletcher



Publisher Information
The Wrath of Shakira published in 2012 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
Copyright © M.W. Fletcher 2012
The right of M.W. Fletcher to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Wednesday 29 th June 1988
Wednesday 29th June 1988
Three months after the raid on Shakira’s camp.
Elephant and Castle London
Lat = 51 degrees, 29.5 minutes North
Long = 0 degrees, 5.4 minutes West

“Good morning this is the six o’clock news, in the city today..!”
Jason Blunt rolled over and turned the sound down on his radio alarm clock; he smiled to himself and thought I still have another fifteen minutes to remain in bed.
Jason was what you would call a fifteen-minute man; he always set his alarm to go off fifteen minutes earlier than required, it was his way of cheating time.
However it was Wednesday morning and he needed to be in work early, he had arranged this so that he could leave early; tonight was the night when he would be asking his girlfriend Debbie to marry him.
Jason worked for the London underground on the maintenance Division, today he had to be at Stonebridge Park main depot North West London.
At 06:10 he was leaving his flat for the five-minute walk to the Elephant and Castle tube station on the Bakerloo line to catch the 06:18 train.



Edgware Road London
Edgware Road London
Lat = 51 degrees, 31.1 minutes North
Long = 0 degrees, 10 .1 minutes West

Several miles away Abu Wael was kneeling on his prayer mat praying, ten minutes later he picked up his rucksack and closed his front door, but today he didn’t bother to lock it, he entered Edgware road and walked towards the tube station a short distance along the road.
He looked at his watch, it was six-thirty.



Elephant and Castle
Elephant and castle
Bakerloo underground line to Paddington Station
Lat = 51 degrees, 29. 5 minutes North
Long = 0 degrees, 5.4 minutes West
To
Lat = 51 degrees, 30.9 minutes North
Long = 0 degrees, 10.6 minutes West

Jason Blunt entered the tube station and showed his LU pass and walked down the stairs to the platform ‘B’, he entered the platform concourse and heard the roar of the tube train coming along the tunnel and felt the rush of air that preceded the train’s arrival, there was the usual number of commuters waiting on the platform.
The tube train was empty, as this was the start of the run that would take it all the way to Harrow and Wealdstone, the journey time to Stonebridge Park was thirty-seven minutes.
Jason remembered the introduction course for London underground staff and the talk about its rolling stock, the one he was entering consisted of seven carriages; it was of the Nineteen Seventy-Two mark two types manufactured by Metro Cammell of Birmingham.
Jason entered the rear carriage and sat down; he opened the newspaper he had bought from the local corner shop and went to the back sports page, the Gunners had beaten their rivals Spurs three-one last evening.
The very first section of underground in the world opened in Eighteen sixty-three between Bishops road now Paddington and Farringdon street now Farringdon.
The Bakerloo line opened in March Nineteen hundred and six between Baker Street and Lambeth north, the Elephant and castle station opened in the August of the same year.
Sixteen minutes later, the train arrived at Edgware tube station, Abu Wael entered the seventh carriage and sat down opposite Jason Blunt, he placed his rucksack on the floor between his feet.
Jason looked at the newcomer he quickly observed that the man was dressed in loose fitting and baggy style grey trousers with a baggy grey top with a hood that covered his head, the man was obviously of Middle East ethnic origin from observing his facial features, Jason resumed reading his newspaper.
Four minutes later the train pulled into Paddington station, Abu Wael pushed the rucksack from between his feet under the seat as he stood up.
The doors opened and he alighted the train.
Jason looked up, noticed the rucksack under the seat opposite him, and noticed the owner Wael walking out of the carriage door. Jason shouted, “Hey! You’ve left your rucksack!” Abu Wael turned and smiled at Jason and then turned and began to run towards the escalators.
The train door closed and the train recommenced its journey.
Jason looked down at the rucksack and saw a whiff of smoke emitting from the half-open flap.
Terror took control of him and he froze, the seventh carriage entered the tunnel leaving the platform behind.
Jason found himself moving towards the rucksack, he picked it up and ran to the rear door window, with all his strength he swung the bag at the window letting it go, it flew through the air and smashed through the glass pane, the rucksack continued its flight out of the carriage into the darkened tunnel towards the platform.
Two seconds later the device in the rucksack detonated, a blinding bright yellow orange light followed by silver streaks, which were shards of glass enveloped the seventh carriage, lighted the tunnel. A deafening sound was followed by a fireball being propelled by the shockwave towards the train and back out onto the platform.
The immense light had blinded Jason; the initial cushion of air followed by the fireball threw Jason backwards half the length of the carriage, with shards of glass ripping his exposed flesh and slamming him into a seat; the resulting impact broke his pelvis.
All around him were bodies of the other passengers being hurled around the carriage like rag dolls, people were screaming and the sounds of passengers in pain could be heard.
Jason’s world however had become silent as the pressure from the shock wave passed through his outer ears travelling down into the middle ear finally hitting and flattening the hairs on the cochlear in the inner ear.
His final image was one of his beloved Debbie, the fireball passed through the seventh carriage vaporising the interior and its contents, it continued through the carriages and dissipated as it entered the fourth carriage.
The shockwave had lifted the tail end of the seventh carriage; this caused it to twist and the motion followed through the train as each carriage lost contact with the rails they created an enormous dragging effect on the engine unit.
The driver had felt the blast behind him; suddenly the train was slowing down for no apparent reason he applied the emergency brake system just as the first carriage behind derailed causing the twenty-seven point eight ton engine unit to leave the rails rolling onto its side, the driver fell into the side of his drivers cab hitting his head and blacked out.
Back on Paddington station platform, the effects were equally devastating, the passengers saw the fireball radiating from the tunnel, the shockwave bowled the nearest ones over, and the flames vaporised them.
Passengers were running towards the escalators and began tripping over each other and falling to the ground, those that remained standing trampled over them as if they were stepping-stones, even above the noise of the explosion the screams could be heard.
The structure of the tunnel entrance had been compromised and the roof materials began to fall, these materials were then sucked up into the explosion creating shrapnel.
This began its devastating and indiscriminate flight through the air cutting platform commuters down; the effect was wholesale death and serious injury.
As the clouds of dust began to settle, an eerie silence came over the scene, from the explosion to this point had taken just under seven seconds.
Abu Wael felt the grounds below him shake as he exited the station into Praed Street. He walked away and the smoke emanated from the Underground entrance and out onto the street. All around the sounds of building and car alarms could be heard having been activated by the underground tremor.
Less than a mile away Red watch were rolling three units out of the Harrow road fire station in response to the 999 calls that were beginning to hit the system, as a result the nearby Paddington green Police station controllers were directing resources to the scene.
Meanwhile back at the scene; filthy blackened surviving commuters staggered onto the street choking from the dust each one feeling as if they were inhaling under water; many of them had remnants of cloths, which had been blown from their bodies all were covered in dust and blood.
The sound of wailing sirens could be heard converging on the scene of the disaster.
The London Ambulance service (LAS) were the first emergency service on the scene, they quickly began treating the walking wounded that had made it out of the tube station, some were wandering around in a daze whilst others covered in dust had sat down on the pavement with their heads in their hands, suffering from burns, lacerations to the body and smoke inhalation, their cloths in tatters faces blackened all from the effects of the blast.
Police units began closing and cordoning off the surrounding streets and directing traffic and pedestrians away from the scene.
Fire crews with breathing