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
‘This is worse than Ben,’ Malcolm sobs as he takes another beating.
‘They’re coming back,’ Konrad shouts, throwing another flash-bang into the garden. ‘Don’t look outside, Malc.’
‘Eh? OH MY GOD THAT’S SO BRIGHT.’
‘I said don’t look outside.’
‘I can’t see a sodding thing,’ Malcolm bleats.
‘You bloody idiot,’ Konrad groans.
‘Jab her again,’ Malcolm shouts as his head gets another hard punch. ‘She’s taking longer than Ben . . .’
‘You can fuck off, Malc, if you think I’m going near her.’
‘Just bloody jab her . . .’
Safa bucks and writhes but the drug is strong and the adrenaline released soon pumps it round her body that starts to sag and soften as the blows become ineffective.
‘Oh thank God,’ Malcolm says as the woman underneath him starts going limp. ‘Drag her, quickly . . .’
‘I’d love to,’ Konrad hisses, ‘but your fat arse is on top of her.’
‘I’m bloody blind,’ Malcolm points out.
‘Whose fault is that? I said don’t look outside . . . I said that . . . I said don’t look outside . . .’
‘Just get her up before they blow the house,’ Malcolm says, rolling off Safa. ‘How long have we got?’
‘Less than a minute,’ Konrad says then yelps and ducks as the room is sprayed with bullets. ‘STOP IT YOU BASTARDS,’ Konrad shouts and chucks another flash-bang into the garden, which explodes with phosphorous light blazing into the air. ‘Been beaten up and got bloody freezing in NORWAY AND NOW YOU’RE SHOOTING AT US . . .’
‘Konrad, that’s not helping, is it?’ Malcolm says, trying to squint through eyes still hurting from the flash-bang.
‘Made me feel better,’ Konrad mutters. ‘Right, come on then . . .’
‘That would be fine if I could actually see anything . . . and my nose is broken again . . .’
‘God, you whine so much!’
The last sensation Safa feels is being dragged by two men bickering. She tries to open her eyes and gains a fraction of a view that is filled with blue light before the drugs take hold and she sinks down into oblivion.
The black-clad figures press the attack home, running in to find no one there. An order given and as one they run to the front and clamber through the debris into the street, running towards the gate and the firefight taking place. With greater numbers and higher-powered weapons they force the newly arrived police officers at the gate to fall back and once a safe distance has been gained a button on a device is pressed and the terraced house above the bunker holding the Prime Minister detonates, torn apart by the combined explosive forces of the charges set within. Every corpse inside the house is obliterated. Walls are blown out and floors collapse as the fireball spreads down the street giving day to night while the Prime Minister whimpers in his bunker covered in his own piss, surrounded by military personnel wondering if they should tell him his dick is out.
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