The Destroyer - 27 - The Destroyer 027 - The Last Temple by Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir

Author:Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir [Murphy, Warren & Sapir, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Pulp Action
Publisher: PINNACLE BOOKS
Published: 2010-03-19T14:53:17+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

The dark shape moved silent­ly across the Is­raeli night sky. From Jor­dan it came, low and dead­ly. Not like a jet, which sent out sound warn­ings even be­fore it crossed the bor­der. Not like a Phan­tom fight­er, which would be shot down im­me­di­ate­ly by the Is­raeli bor­der de­fense.

No, it came like the silent wind, be­cause it was a trans­port glid­er. Sound­less, fly­ing too low for radar, paint­ed black to merge with the night desert sky, it moved in­vis­ibly in­to the Negev.

Ab­ulic­ta Mo­ro­ka Bash­mar paced be­fore his men, dressed in an an­ti­radar plas­ticene scu­ba suit with spe­cial­ly made an­ti­radar plas­ticene medals af­fixed on his chest.

“This is the mo­ment,” he said in En­glish to the three men lined up by the door of the glid­er in their scu­ba suits and parachutes. “So far the Is­raeli pa­trols have not de­tect­ed us. We will parachute in­to their Dead Sea, kill as many of them as pos­si­ble, then swim back in­to Jor­dan and re­turn to our own lands.”

The three men smiled, se­cure in the knowl­edge of Bash­mar’s rep­uta­tion for brav­ery, a rep­uta­tion that he had ac­quired af­ter lead­ing fifty Libyan ter­ror­ists in­to an un­guard­ed Is­raeli school­house and mas­sacring the eighty-​three stu­dents and thir­ty-​sev­en teach­ers With­in. The men were sure that this mis­sion would be as sat­is­fy­ing. One of the men was black, a spe­cial com­man­do re­cruit­ed from Ugan­da.

Bash­mar raised his hand. “Drop our equip­ment . . . now.” His hand chopped the air, and the black com­man­do, near­est the open door, nudged the plas­ticene car­ri­er with its un­der­wa­ter gear out.

“Now, we go,” cried Bash­mar as he fell out of the glid­er door, clutch­ing a plas­tic-​en­closed ma­chine gun to his plas­tic-​en­closed chest. The three oth­ers fol­lowed, and soon four dark fig­ures and one dark thing were plum­met­ing through the Is­raeli night sky.

First, the dark silk parachute for the equip­ment opened, and then each man pulled his rip cord. Each man’s mind was filled with the vi­sions of the vi­olence they would cre­ate and the re­wards they would re­ceive on re­turn­ing home to Libya and to Ugan­da.

Bash­mar’s brain thought of the hon­or­ing mil­itary wel­come and pro­mo­tion he would re­ceive. The hard part was over. They had in­fil­trat­ed Jor­dan, crossed in­to Is­rael, now all they had to do was mas­sacre and leave.

Zha­va Fifer was doz­ing in the jeep when she heard the ex­plo­sion com­ing from the Dead Sea.

The com­man­dos’ un­der­wa­ter equip­ment hit the high­est-​den­si­ty wa­ter in the world from a height of three thou­sand feet, and the re­sult­ing sound clap ri­valed that of a grenade.

The first ex­plo­sion woke her. The next four sent her scram­bling for the car keys and wheel­ing the jeep in the di­rec­tion of the shore.

Bash­mar and his troops were bob­bing like corks on the sur­face of the salt-​thick­ened wa­ter.

When Zha­va ar­rived at the Dead Sea, a dark fig­ure was slap­ping two oth­er dark fig­ures with a dark rub­ber flip­per.

“Id­iots! Fools!” the fig­ure was say­ing in ac­cent­ed En­glish. “You are use­less. Why did you not tell me that we could not swim in this? We will have to float back to Jor­dan.

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