"William W Johnstone - Ashes 32 - Destiny in the Ashes (txt)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Johnstone William W)the gratification of the men. After a few days, dispose of them in ways
which will not implicate us. By then, I will have planned our strike and the need for caution will be over. Our followers in the motherland have been most generous with funds to help us bring the infidels to their knees ... I would hate to disappoint them." As Mustafa left to carry out his orders, Farrar turned to the case of AK-47 assault rifles in the corner and began cleaning and inspecting each one. He spoke softly to himself. "Yes, Allah, we badly need to strike back at the infidels to 16 regain our respect among our brothers in the Middle East, and I need to do this to avenge my family." Known only as the Desert Fox to the United Nations intelligence service, Farrar had been number one on their "hit list" for the past seven years. Three agents had been killed trying to assassinate him, and he currently carried the "kill on sight" designation for intelligence agencies in four countries. Although aware of this, Farrar didn't dwell on it since he was a true believer in the lightness of his cause and of the Prophet's personal protection for him and his people. Unknown to the intelligence forces of the United Nations, he and a America for the express purpose of assassinating Claire Osterman and softening up the country for its eventual takeover by his forces. His band of terrorists were hiding out in a poor section of Indianapolis, preparing for the first strike against the United States, knowing it had been terribly weakened by its unsuccessful war against the SUSA of the previous year. If this attack were to go well, Farrar knew he would have little trouble attracting men of influence to back him and his cause. Claire Osterman glanced up and smiled at her bodyguard, Herb Knoff, as he handed her a cup of coffee in her office. She was surrounded by her team of advisors, which she called her "cabinet." Harlan Millard, ostensibly Claire's second in command, sat across the room, nervously biting on a thumbnail as he watched Claire with an expression much like a canary watching a cat. General Maxwell Goddard, who'd recently assumed command of the United States' Armed Forces after General Bradley Stevens, Jr., had failed in the last war against the SUSA and Ben Raines, rolled a thick, black cigar around in his mouth, not daring to light it in Claire's presence. He was |
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