Chapters (74)
- Cover
- Discover the series you can’t put down …
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Epilogue
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Ben had seen some impressive pyrotechnics, back in the day. Some of those had involved several tons, not just a few pounds, of high explosive. By contrast their home-made device was a pretty modest affair. But for Ben and Boonzie’s purposes that night, it was plenty good enough. Good enough to dislodge a hundred-metre section of loose rock and boulders that erupted from the mountainside in a broad avalanche and came tumbling and spinning and hurtling downwards, gathering speed and momentum as it came. For a breathless moment it seemed to hang in the air.
Then it hit. Rocks the size of small cars smashing into roofs and gables and towers like a missile bombardment from a thousand siege engines of old. Many an ancient castle had been reduced to rubble by the primitive ballistic technology of rock and stone. With Grace still trapped somewhere inside the building, Ben had no intention of wreaking that much devastation. Not yet. He was just getting started.
‘The basturts’ll ken we’re comin’ noo,’ Boonzie said.
Ben nodded. ‘And we’re not going to disappoint them. Let’s get this done.’
Chapter 62
The assault on Stuart’s fortress stronghold had begun. Ben and Boonzie crept inside the gates and crossed the snowy courtyard, keeping to the shadows. Ben had the sack of bombs over his left shoulder. Boonzie was right there behind him as they stalked fast and quietly through the darkness. If Ben had been worried about Boonzie’s heart condition, so far it seemed as though his concerns were unfounded.
There was still no visible movement from inside the castle, but Ben could guess at the kind of chaos that his explosive surprise must have triggered among the enemy. Things were about to get worse for them in there. Approaching the row of parked Audis, he reached inside the sack and pulled out a pair of bombs, numbered 2 and 3 in bright yellow. He rolled them under the parked Audis. Two pounds of RDX was easily enough to rip all three vehicles to pieces and give the enemy something more to think about. Ben hurried a safe distance away from the cars and thought about detonating the charges, then decided it could wait.