The Last Jihad by Joel Rosenberg

Author:Joel Rosenberg [Rosenberg, Joel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Prevention, Political fiction, Petroleum industry and trade, Terrorism - Prevention, Political, General, International relations, Suspense, Middle East, Thrillers, Suspense fiction, Terrorism, Fiction, Religious, Espionage
ISBN: 9781414312729
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Published: 2006-08-06T23:00:00+00:00

And it wouldn't have mattered if he had. No one could have ever heard him over the roar of the chopper. He could see the blank expressions on the faces of his team. It wasn't fear. It was total disbelief. And now it was death.

The Apache's 30mm guns began blazing away. Fire and smoke poured out of them as tracer bullets shredded his men into tiny bits of bloody vapor. Two laser-guided Hellfire missiles penetrated his precious Range Rover and the one beside it, causing both to erupt in a massive fireball that left Kamal screaming and writhing in pain and trying desperately to remove the night-vision goggles from his eyes.

Another Apache suddenly emerged out of nowhere. Two more Hellfire missiles exploded in two more Range Rovers. Then two more missiles struck the Daimler-Benz truck and it, too, exploded in a deafening fireball, fed by hundreds of gallons of reserve diesel fuel.

With every man on Kamal's team dead or dying, theSikorsky quickly landed nearby and eight Israeli commandos andCaptainJonahYarkon burst out the side door and moved to secure the Scud missile and remove its warhead. Kamal was still screaming in pain, but none of the commandos could hear him over the on-going explosions and the roar of three choppers.

Kamal tried blindly to reach for his side arm, but it was then that the lead Apache pilot whirled his chopper around-constantly looking for an enemy-and saw the twenty-six-year-old leader thrashing about wildly on the sand dune.

With a flick of a switch and a press of his thumb, the IDF pilot put All Kamal out of his misery, though he seriously doubted the man was now in the arms of seventy virgins in paradise.

The two Apaches moved away, enlarging the perimeter of security for the commandos and switching on their high-powered radar to see if there were any other mobile Scud launchers-or aircraft-in the vicinity. But they saw nothing. All was clear.

Six minutes later, the commandos-each wearing hazmat clothing and protective goggles, headgear, and gloves-had the warhead detached from the rest of the missile, secure in a heavily insulated and hermetically sealed safe box, and piled back into theSikorsky .

The chopper lifted off, joined the Apaches and began their race back home, leaving timed explosive charges to detonate and destroy the rest of the Scud B rocket and its launcher just seconds after the Israeli strike force had cleared the area.

"The snow cone is on ice," saidCaptainYarkon into a digitally encrypted radiotelephone, his only communication of the night.

Now the question was: What flavor was the snow cone?

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