Oregon Files 02 - Sacred Stone by Clive Cussler

Author:Clive Cussler
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

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"But the cameras?" Meadows asked.

"They run all the time," the author said. "We're making a television show about the search-tapes are cheap, good footage is precious." "Would you mind showing them to me?" Meadows asked.

"Only," the author said, walking toward the door leading into the cabin, "if you say `pretty please."'

Twenty minutes later, Meadows had what he had come for.

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NEBILE LABABITI GLANCED at the nuclear bomb sitting on the wood floor of the apartment just off the Strand with excitement tempered by apprehension. It was an inert object-mainly machined metal and a few copper wires-but it emitted a feeling of awe and danger. The bomb was more than just an object-it had a life. Like a painting or sculpture infused with the life force of its creator, the bomb was not simply a hunk of metal. It was the answer to his people's prayers.

They would strike directly at the heart of the British.

The hated British that had stolen artifacts from the pyramids, oppressed the citizens of the Middle East, and fought alongside the Americans in battles they had no place mounting. Lababiti was smack dab in the center of the lion's den. Downtown London was all around him. The City, where the bankers that funded the oppression resided; the art galleries, museums, and theatre districts of downtown were nearby. Number 10 Downing Street, the Houses of Parliament, Buckingham Palace.

The palace. Home to the Queen, the ancient symbol of all he despised.

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N 206 CLIVE CUSSLER The pomp and circumstance, the righteousness and ceremony. Soon it would all burn with the fires from the sword of Islam-and when it was over, the world would never be the same. The heart would be cut from the beast. The hallowed ground seeping with history would become a barren wasteland where the human soul would find no purchase. Lababiti lit a cigarette. It wouldn't be long now. Sometime today the young Yemeni warrior who had agreed to deliver the payload to the target would arrive in the city. Lababiti would wine and dine the boy. Supply whores and hashish and tasty treats. He could do no less for a man willing to commit to the cause with his life. Once the boy was acclimated and knew the route, Lababiti would make a hasty retreat. The key to leadership, he thought, was not to die for your countryit was to make the other man die for his. And Nebile Lababiti had no designs on becoming a martyr himself. By the time the bomb exploded, he'd be safely across the English Channel in Paris. He only wondered why he had not heard from AlKhalifa. "I DON'T KNOW how we missed it," Rodgers said. "No matter," Meadows said, "now you have a plate number on the truck. Track it down and the bomb will be close." "Can I have the tape?" Rodgers asked. Meadows didn't disclose that he'd had the author make two copies and that one of them was safely inside the borrowed Range Rover. "Sure," he said.

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