Shoot him. Shoot him now,” Amin demanded. “Be quiet.” Connor tightened his choking grip. “Listen, Hassan. I know who you are. I’m an old friend of your father’s. I’ve come to rescue you and Miss Shawcross.” The rifle shook in Hassan’s hands. “Liar. Let my friend go.” “My name’s Nathan Connor. I k...
Ben shouted. “Time to evac.” Connor had covered his men’s withdrawal, but was now staring into the grey-brown dust clouds filling the gulley. He could hear something odd. And it was coming towards him — fast. Snatching his rifle to his shoulder he took aim. “Get going, Ben, I’ll be right behind y...
It was 2200. The nearby stone hut remained under guard. Connor was relieved, as it meant that Ben and Sam were inside, and hadn’t yet been taken to Khan. Putting down his bins, Connor opened the Switchblade pack. First, he removed the metre-long cylindrical launcher. The electric-powered mini-dro...
Locating Monsieur Blanc’s butcher’s shop was proving mighty difficult. Slowly, methodically, we worked our way through the streets. Although thankfully the mist had thinned in places, the lighting was still poor and I had to lean precariously out of the sidecar in order to read the shop signs. It...
Faisal and six of Jabir’s men had been let in the previous morning by a maintenance worker sympathetic to their cause. Faisal headed for the level three tunnel. He had been informed that it was perfectly positioned, about two thirds the way down the dam — its weakest point if blown from inside. F...