We Have Lost The President by Paul Mathews

Author:Paul Mathews [Mathews, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-07-26T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

It was 5.57am. Howie was still asleep. It was one of his deepest sleeps ever. And he was having a vivid dream.

He was powering a speedboat towards an island in the middle of a faraway ocean. But this was no carefree holiday in the Caribbean. He was a man on a mission to save the world. Not just that. He was being hunted. And his hunters weren’t far behind. He looked back at the three identical boats pursuing him. They were only a hundred metres away now and getting closer every second. It was time for secret agent Howie Pond to show the bad guys who was boss.

He pressed a red button on the console. Smoke spewed from the boat’s rear, filling the air with a temporary fog. It was followed by the sound of motors spluttering to a halt and men shouting urgently in foreign languages. Howie accelerated towards the shore. Thirty seconds later, the speedboat mounted the beach and he expertly skidded it to a halt across the virgin sand. He jumped out, adjusted his sunglasses and glanced seawards. The trio of boats were already emerging from the fog. They would be here in less than a minute. No time for a seafood snack. He had to get moving.

Howie sprinted across the narrow beach. On the other side he found a path. It was surrounded by dense undergrowth. But he sensed it led somewhere, so took a chance and followed it. After a few hundred metres, it ended in a rocky cliff face which stretched into the distance on both sides. Howie took a moment to assess his options. He didn’t have many. Then he heard the faint shouts of his pursuers behind him. They were already on the path. That meant he only had one choice. He had to go up.

Moments later, he was clambering up the rocks with all the skill of an alpine goat. As he neared the summit, he could hear gunfire beneath him. Bullets were ricocheting around him. But they weren’t going to hit him. Because he was Howie Pond. And no one killed Howie Pond.

He reached the top in what seemed like seconds and scrambled to his feet. Was that some kind of low-level entrance in the rocks up ahead? It looked man-made. As he approached, he could see that it was. He crouched down and made his way inside. After a few seconds, the darkness gave way to bright light. He gasped at what he saw. A huge complex spread out below him. An incredible network of walkways, ladders, control rooms and storage units. All guarded by an army of foot soldiers dressed in identical bright orange, bad-guy uniforms. Then Howie realised that immediately below him was a large nuclear warhead. A man was tied to the huge missile. Was it? Yes, it was. The British President Jan Polak. Unconscious but alive. And there was another man, in a white suit, standing nearby. He was waving a gun around. It must be an evil genius, thought Howie.

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