Don Pendleton - Incendiary Dispatch

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Of all the intelligence that reaches the Oval Office, none is more top secret than the existence of a group of warriors that officially…doesn't exist. Stony Man is the President's ultimate weapon, a covert, rapid-response antiterrorist team not bound by official rules of engagement. When Stony Man is deployed, time is of the essence and only hard, direct action counts.Oil lies at the heart of a series of devastating attacks targeting pipelines and tankers on three different seas. Oil and vengeance, that is, as an embittered Norwegian vows payback for the black gold extracted from his family's territories. And he makes good on that promise by using simple cell phone calls to trigger remote-detonated, devastating nano-thermite incendiaries strategically planted around the world. As nations race to contain massive spills, Stony Man faces the mother of all do-or-die missions. And the President must risk his office and the covert team on a desperate one-shot offensive to dispatch this threat before the global crisis becomes a total meltdown.

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“Yeah. All right.” He stood. He wavered a little. They were all gathered around him. There were thirteen of them. There were still six of his packages left on the shelves in this very room.

“You need to go to the hospital,” said one of the faces.

“I’m okay. Really.”

“How about I drive him home?”

“Fine,” said the shift manager.

“No. I’ll drive myself. I’m not that bad off.” The thought occurred to him that this lot would be gone in the late afternoon. An entirely different bunch of guys would be working this evening, in the room with the packages. These guys would be at home or at the pub or—somewhere else.

Which did make him feel just a bit better.

The shift manager was still walking with him as he got into his car. “I’ll be fine. I’ll call for an appointment.”

He drove away, and the more distance he put between himself and BirnBari Expediting Services the less awful he felt. Everything had gone smoothly, except for a brief case of nerves. If only he had time to stop for a pint—but that would have to wait until later.

He didn’t go home. He would never see his pigsty row house or his miserable Clara again.

He took the M11 out of London and never looked back.

* * *

LEWIS CHARD HAD NEVER earned so much money for so little work.

Fourteen devices placed on six cars and eight homes, all belonging to employees of BirnBari Expediting Services.

The homes were no problem. He didn’t need to break into them, just get close enough to deliver the device. A few miserable dogs yapped at him when he crept up in the middle of the night. If the miserable dogs woke any of the homeowners, they’d find nothing suspicious. Chard was away in seconds.

Putting the devices on the cars was riskier, but his contacts had told him exactly when the cars would be unattended. Apparently lunch would be paid for by the company today. Chard was told to wait for the shift to go to lunch, and then wait for one last bloke to step outside to get something out of his car. Chard didn’t ask questions, although it seemed an odd bit of staging.

So, sure enough, the shift workers went to the pub next door, then one fellow darted out the back door and grabbed something from the back of his car. After that, Chard put a device on all six cars without delay. The devices were magnetized. They were primed. The LEDs were green.

Lewis Chard was driving away from London before the lunch shift was half done.

He considered the fact that one of the cars he had rigged belonged to the man who had ducked out the back. The car had also been parked at one of the row houses that he had rigged with a device the night before.

Whoever had arranged this whole affair really wanted that one guy dead.

Qingdao, China

ZHANG JEI DUCKED into the park off of Xilingxia Road and sprinted through the darkness. The night was black. There was no reason for security this far away from the city center, the seaports or the airports.

His reef walker shoes were in his pants’ pocket. He pulled them on, then removed his slacks and shirt. He was wearing a wetsuit underneath. He stuffed his clothing and city shoes into his backpack and stepped into the cold waters of the bay.

The backpack floated behind as he paddled patiently into the blackness. There was no water traffic in this area. Too many rocks this close to the shore.

The illuminated face of his TomTom waterproof GPS unit led him effortlessly to the Farallon MK-8. The neutrally buoyant DPV—diver propulsion vehicle—was fully charged.

It started with a touch and hummed with power, like a sea snake. It was black aluminum and weighed almost 130 pounds with the battery.

The battery was key. Zhang had a lot of distance to cover before sunrise. The MK-8 had fantastic range—three miles. That was more than enough.

Silently, in darkness, he let the DPV pull him through the waters of Jiaozhou Bay, toward Berth 62.

Zhang Jei considered himself to be an extremely lucky man. He had been at the right place at the right time with the rare combination of attributes needed for this particular task. They’d needed someone skilled in stealth diving and DPV use. Someone who didn’t have qualms about a long-distance solo operation. Someone who had demonstrated a certain degree of ruthlessness.

Zhang Jei was all those things. Trained by the People’s Liberation Army navy for out-of-area operations, he had been part of the insertion teams on the Somalia shores that had successfully taken out a group of pirates preying on Chinese cargo ships. He’d earned a medal for it.

Then came the operation in North Korea. He’d been part of a three-man nighttime insertion—two divers and an army sniper. To this day Zhang Jei didn’t know the identity of the North Korean official they were supposed to have killed, or why—only that the man had somehow become a severe hindrance to effective Chinese/North Korean relations.

But the mission went all to hell. The sniper missed. Twice. The man was just sitting there in a parked military jeep and still the sniper missed.

Before a third shot could be fired the North Korean target had been hustled into hiding and twenty North Korean special forces operatives were in pursuit of the Chinese sniper team.

The sniper surrendered to the North Koreans. Maybe he thought the People’s Republic would negotiate his return. The other diver found himself surrounded by special forces operatives and shot himself in the head. It was a wise choice, in Zhang’s opinion, knowing that sniper would have endured months of torture and questioning before ending up just as dead.

Zhang had made it back to the shore and into the water and then he’d just swam. He’d come ashore at dawn and collapsed in a stand of vegetation near a noisy little factory village. Throughout the daylight hours he’d been roused from unconsciousness by the occasional screech of bending metal. That night he’d stolen into a shabby building and eaten putrid food, then taken to the ocean again.

It had taken him days to work his way up the coast, moving ever slower as his energy waned. He’d spent his last two nights on a makeshift float and kicked relentlessly across the tide.

The North Koreans patrolled the waters, but one man, in the water at night, could sneak through their guard. When the virtual wall of North Korean ships was behind him, Zhang Jei knew he was back in China.

But as far as China was concerned, he was dead. They had abandoned him. He would abandon them, as well. They had trained him to survive and thrive in darkness and secrecy, and he would make the most of it.

By the time he had wandered into Qingdao he had murdered three men and stolen their identities, as well as enough cash to live a comfortable lifestyle. His fourth victim was the most carefully chosen. A traveling man, recently widowed, no family, with a little inherited money. Nobody would miss him. That man had been the real Zhang Jei, but now the corpse of the real Zhang Jei was disintegrating in the East China Sea.

He had operated in the vicinity, taking on some dirty jobs for local officials and local drug organizations. Just enough to provide a comfortable income without making any unwanted alliances. It was learned that he was skilled at killing.

The job tonight was his biggest paycheck yet. He could live on the profits for a year or more.

If the man who now went by the name Zhang Jei was afraid of ghosts, he would have been worried about the decomposing corpse of the real Zhang Jei coming up and snatching him by the ankle.

But the man now known as Zhang Jei didn’t care about ghosts. Even if they did exist, no animated corpse could move as fast as the DPV.

* * *

BERTH 62 WAS FAR OUT into Jiaozhou Bay. It was a mechanical island large enough to dock an oil tanker up to 280,000 deadweight tonnage. It had four off-loading arms and pumped out huge volumes of crude oil. Still, for a ship like the Northern Aurora, it could take days to get in, get unloaded and get out of port.

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