Back House of War
Chapters (77)
  1. Cover
  2. Discover the series you can’t put down …
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Chapter 63
  67. Chapter 64
  68. Chapter 65
  69. Chapter 66
  70. The Ben Hope series
  71. Don’t miss Ben Hope’s next adventure
  72. PROLOGUE
  73. Chapter 1
  74. Go back to where it all began, in Ben Hope’s first adventure
  75. About the Author
  76. By the same author:
  77. About the Publisher

Allahu Akbar! The men were delighted. If they’d been riding in an open-top vehicle, they’d have started firing their weapons in the air out of sheer exuberance. The guys in the crew cab repeated the glorious message for those in the back, who might not have heard.

In fact this was nothing entirely new, since waterborne attacks were a familiar and well-tried terrorist tactic. In 2003 Iraqi agents in Jordan had been arrested for trying to poison water supplying US troops near the Iraq border. Yet nothing remotely on this kind of scale had ever been attempted, or even dreamed of, before. It was as ambitious as 9/11 and could even eclipse it. If they could pull it off, they’d be heroes for the rest of time.

Only Abbud wanted to know the specifics of Nazim’s scheme. ‘How are we going to do this?’

‘It’s very simple. I expect that we will meet a significant security presence as we push our way inside. We kill as many as we can find, as quickly as we can, until there’s no more resistance. Then we find the right pipe, or reservoir, or whatever, and dump in all fourteen barrels.’

‘You’re talking about thousands and thousands of cubic metres of water pumping out every day,’ Abbud said, putting his engineer’s hat back on. ‘What we have will be as dilute as a drop in the ocean.’

‘But still concentrated enough to make a great many infidels very, very sick,’ Nazim replied with supreme confidence. ‘It takes only a small amount of the poison to be effective. The young and the elderly will be most vulnerable to the toxic effect. They will die in large numbers. Inshallah, we can kill hundreds of thousands of healthy adults too. Not to mention the terror it will strike into the entire country as people become afraid to drink, or splash even a single drop on their skin. Fear will be as effective a weapon as the weapon itself. The authorities will overreact by cutting off the water supply. Without water, even a strong nation is brought to its knees. Businesses and factories will shut down. Agriculture and food production will be crippled. Their whole economic infrastructure will collapse, and there will be rioting and crime as the survivors of the attack begin to starve and fight among themselves. The shockwaves will continue for months afterwards.’

‘Much will depend on finding the right part of the system to dump the contents of the barrels into,’ Abbud said.

‘You’re the engineer.’

‘I am. But these facilities are complex. One mistake, we could end up pouring the whole lot into a sludge tank, or any number of useless places, and it would never even make it to the public water supply.’

‘Then we find someone there who can tell us where to put it. A senior manager, a chief technical officer, someone like that.’

‘What if they refuse to play ball?’