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Devil's Chariot

A civil war rages in Bougainville, a war of independence or a war of copper royalties?

Greedy mercenaries need this bloody conflict to continue. They eagerly await their deadly cargo of Russian weapons and attack helicopters.

Off Bougainville, the Empress Maru transports peace negotiators – and a fortune of refined platinum. The freighter is hijacked by a ruthless rebel splinter group supported by the mercenaries. A horrific rampage of rape, torture and murder begins.

A rescue team of pilots are recruited, supported by elite commandos. Using helicopter gunships, they recapture the ship and platinum. But a ruthless predator, a rogue Hind helicopter piloted by determined mercenaries foil their plan and the rescuers are shot down.

Surrounded in the jungles of Bougainville, time is running out as eager bands of savage rebels and brutal mercenaries close in. They thirst for blood, women, butchery and platinum. The Hind, the mercenaries’ lethal bird of prey, haunts the sky above. The deadly ordeal that follows is a harrowing gauntlet of terror, death and destruction.

 

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Book Excerpt

At Darwin airport in Australia, Victor Ryker slid his Dutch passport across the desk to the Aboriginal Customs official. As the officer checked the declaration form, he looked the burly blonde man over. ‘Mister Van Heer - no smoking in the arrival’s hall.’

Ryker paused briefly, caught out by the use of the false name in the passport. He said nothing, then used his mechanical hand to grip the small cigar, took a last drag and stubbed it out on the side of the customs desk.

The malice in the stranger’s pale blue eyes checked the Customs officer’s rebuke. ‘The binoculars you’ve declared, value - $600? I’ll have to see them.’

Ryker unzipped his bag and lifted them out.

‘Strange binoculars?’

‘Yeah, special night vision binoculars . . . for hunting.’

The officer stamped Ryker’s card and cleared him through. He checked Leonid Berkei’s passport. Strangely, the Bulgarian document was stamped, ‘not valid for Africa’. The officer glanced at the huge man with the Stalin moustache. He stood motionless; an unshaven tattooed chunk of chiselled Bulgarian basalt. He wore khaki fatigues; the shirtsleeves rolled up revealing a tattoo of an owl brandishing a dagger. The Customs officer could not identify the emblem. Only one in a thousand westerners would recognise the symbol of Russia’s SPETSNAZ and the destructive force it represented. He cleared the Bulgarian and Kim Hysan, his North Korean travelling companion through.

They were picked up outside by a well-built Australian in a Land rover. Steve ‘Semtex’ Saggers was an ex-SAS commando and like the other three mercenaries, a highly trained Special Forces soldier.

Ryker wasted no time. ‘Did you get everything, Semi?’

Saggers partly avoided the question. ‘I’ve leased the biggest low-loader I could find. It’s got a power winch and rear ramps to take the ‘dozer.’

‘How big is the bulldozer?’ Berkei enquired.

‘Caterpillar D9.’

Kim Hysan joined the questioning. ‘Will the bucket carry enough broken rock as specified?’

‘No worries.’ Saggers stopped the Land rover outside a fenced yard, just across the highway from the airport. The low loader, bulldozer and a helicopter all waited inside. ‘The only problems are the helicopter and foil weather balloons. That’s the only chopper I could lease on short notice, an old Bell 47 used for cattle mustering. It’s a three seater though and should do the job.’

Ryker studied the equipment then turned back to the Australian. ‘What about the weather balloons?’

‘Couldn’t get ‘em, but there’s a stack at the weather station over there, on the far side of the airport. No real security, shouldn’t be a problem . . . but I’ll need some extra cash.’

‘Same with Tindal airbase. Unbelievable for a military installation, no surface radar, no perimeter alarms or patrols - just a three metre fence topped with doubled barbed wire and a drainage trench.’ Ryker paused. ‘Why do you need extra cash?’

‘It’s been difficult organising this and besides, I had to bribe additional parties.’

‘How much?’

‘Another twenty thou’ should do it.’

Ryker suppressed his anger and sidestepped the issue. ‘You still an ace with explosives, Semi?’

‘None better. Why?’

‘I’ll agree to your price if you’ll do some extra work.’

Saggers looked elated and relieved. ‘You name it.’

‘I want you to cover our trail so any investigation is delayed.’

‘What’s the requirement?’

‘Four separate half kilo Semtex packs, each with integral radio activated detonators and two remote control transmitters to detonate them.’

‘Piece o’ piss. You need me to set ‘em?’

‘No, you’ll be flyin’ the chopper back. I’ll set ‘em after we take what we need and you can detonate ‘em once we’re all clear. I’ll need the Semtex tonight, that okay?’

‘No problem.’ Saggers replied as he dropped the three men off at the Darwin Hilton.

Within six hours, ‘Semi’ Saggers returned with the specified explosives and remotes. ‘Right, it’s all set up and ready to go. All you need to do is arm it.’ As he handed the packs over he changed the subject. ‘Viper, when do we get paid?’

‘After the job’s done, fly back to Darwin. Meet us here at the bar ten next morning.’ Ryker packed up the explosives. ‘Make sure you get the balloons tonight. I’m headin’ off now, I want to check the truck and ‘dozer over before we go and especially the chopper.’

‘Right, when do we go in?’

‘Tomorrow night.’

Twenty hours later each man attended to his pre-arranged duties. Saggers knew the top end well and drove confidently down the Stuart highway, heading for Katherine with fifteen newly acquired metal foil weather balloons and a large amount of block ice. He steered the Land rover off the main road onto a dirt track. Saggers found a shady spot in the bush, just north of Tindal Air Force Base. He turned off the Land rover and relaxed, daydreaming about how he would spend his newfound wealth.

Kim Hysan trailed Saggers by three hours. The slim Korean sweated behind the wheel of the big low-loader hauling the huge Caterpillar bulldozer. He had stopped only briefly to pick up a load of tarpaulins, then at a disused quarry to brim the bulldozer’s bucket with crushed rock. Hysan soon found the prearranged meeting point and settled back awaiting Saggers arrival.

Ryker had flown nearly every type of helicopter currently in military service. The old Bell 47 seemed primitive, compared to the hi-tech combat machines he was used to. Though one of the most skilled gunship pilots in the world, he had lost his edge. The powerful mechanical hand responded correctly but never matched the skill and dexterity of his arm blown off in Angola. The special rechargeable nine-volt batteries amplified muscle and nerve response a million times over. Featuring a wrist with 360-degree rotation, it provided little more than a novel party trick and unbeatable arm wrestling. That was his well-kept secret. He survived on his reputation.

Accompanied by Berkei, he flew the Bell from Darwin to a secluded spot between Katherine and Tindal air base. Night approached as they waited for the arranged conditions.

Typical of the tropics, the sun set quickly and dramatically, resulting in a very dark moonless night. Ryker switched his sophisticated radio to the air base frequency.

As ordered, Saggers inflated and tethered each foil balloon to a nylon string bag containing a ten-kilo block of ice. He repeated this process fifteen times in a random pattern along side roads to the north of Tindal air base. The predetermined melt rate before auto release of the balloons then lift off was five hours.

At 2300 hours, the Tindal radar controller began alerting aircrew. ‘All flights, advise four unidentified flying objects to the north east of the airfield. Remain clear north east quarter and Blackhawk helicopters operating in that area to investigate’.

Ryker turned to the Bulgarian and started the engine of the Bell. ‘That’s it, time to go.’

They both fitted nightscope goggles and armed their machine pistols. The helicopter lifted off and charged forward at treetop level, well below the airbase radar.

The confused air base controller continued. ‘All flights except Blackhawks, advise seven unidentified flying objects, all moving south and climbing. Hold positions southern circuit area.’

The base security seemed totally absorbed by the apparent sudden invasion. Ryker smiled. 'All warfare is based on deception', he quoted Sun Tsu's Art of War.

They crossed the perimeter fence on the sparsely occupied western boundary and dropped lower to avoid the base radar. The Blackhawks were out of sight, probably well off to the east. Ryker flew directly toward the two isolated hangars and their confiscated cargo. They landed half a kilometre to the north and shut down. Both mercenaries checked their knives and automatic weapons then climbed out into the quiet humid darkness.

 

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