Chapters (45)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Prologue
- 2046
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- About the Author
The diversion is under way. The German soldiers think the attack is coming from within the town and it’s that misdirection that has to be sustained to give the other commandos the chance to place the charges on the submarines in the dock.
One life to save many. The devastation wrought by the U-boats on the Allied fleet will be significantly slowed with five taken out of service, and the psychological effect against the Germans is a price worth paying. No matter where you are, the British Commandos will find you and they will kill you.
He draws a deep breath and pulls the pin from the grenade but holds it clamped in his left hand while his right tugs the service pistol free from his waistband. A snort of derision as he glances down at the now live grenade and thinks of the deadly little cyanide pills. Who needs a pill when you’ve got a grenade?
In the maelstrom of chaos, order is formed. The German army is the enemy but one given respect for the discipline they show, and already the officers are shouting orders.
He steps out of the shadows and walks steadily back towards the town, knowing it is time to earn his nickname.
Two soldiers run towards him still blinking the sleep from their eyes. For a second the disguise works and they pay no heed to the bearded fisherman until he fires from the hip. They both drop with looks of utter shock etched on their young faces. Belly shots. Not immediately fatal and they scream and writhe with burning agony in their guts from the heavy slugs. Harry moves forward, firing twice at point-blank range, instantly killing them. Pistol ditched, grenade from left hand to right and in one smooth motion he turns to launch the grenade into the air towards the town. He grabs the machine guns from the fallen soldiers and, clutching one in each hand, he sets off as the grenade detonates to a chorus of screams and shouts.
He strides into a wide road packed with soldiers forming up as an officer gives curt orders from the high step of a house. Moving sideways across the road Harry opens up, firing both weapons into the dense ranks. Bullets spew from the barrels, shredding men apart. A twitch of aim and the officer is sent spinning from the step with his chest ripped open. They return fire but Harry is away, running into an alley between the buildings. Ditching one of the machine guns, he pulls another grenade, bites the pin out and flings it over his head in the direction he came from.