Welcome to Scribd, the world's digital library. Read, publish, and share books and documents. See more
Standard view
Full view
of .
Look up keyword
Like this
0 of .
Results for:
No results containing your search query
P. 1
Those in Peril by Wilbur Smith

Those in Peril by Wilbur Smith

Ratings: (0)|Views: 49 |Likes:
Published by d8160b4a

More info:

Published by: d8160b4a on May 11, 2012
Copyright:Attribution Non-commercial


Read on Scribd mobile: iPhone, iPad and Android.
download as PDF, TXT or read online from Scribd
See more
See less





THE KHAMSEEN had been blowing for five days now. The dust cloudsrolled towards them across the brooding expanse of the desert. HectorCross wore a striped keffiyeh wrapped around his neck and desert gogglesover his eyes. His short dark beard protected most of his face, but theareas of exposed skin felt as though they had been scoured raw by thestinging grains of sand. Even above the growl of the wind he picked out thethrobbing beat of the approaching helicopter. He was aware withoutlooking at them that none of the men around him had heard it as yet. Hewould have been mortified if he had not been the first. Though he was tenyears older than most of them, as their leader he had to be the sharpestand the quickest. Then Uthmann Waddah stirred slightly and glanced athim. Hector’s nod of acknowledgement was barely perceptible.Uthmann was one of his most trusted operatives. Their friendship wentback many years, to the day Uthmann had pulled Hector out of a burningvehicle under sniper fire in a Baghdad street. Even then Hector had beensuspicious of the fact that he was a Sunni Muslim, but in time Uthmann hadproved himself worthy. Now he was indispensable. Among his other virtueshe had coached Hector until his spoken Arabic was almost perfect. It wouldtake a skilled interrogator to discern that Hector was not a native-bornspeaker.By some trick of the sunlight high above, the monstrously distorted shadowof the helicopter was thrown against the cloud banks like a magic lanternshow, so that when the big Russian MIL-26 painted in the crimson andwhite colours of Bannock Oil broke through into the clear it seemedinsignificant in comparison. It wasn’t until it was three hundred feetabove the landing pad that it was visible. In view of the importance of thesingle passenger, Hector had radioed the pilot while he was still on theground at Sidi el Razig, the company base on the coast where the oilpipeline terminated, and ordered him not to fly in these conditions. Thewoman had countermanded his order, and Hector was not accustomed tobeing gainsaid.

You're Reading a Free Preview

/*********** DO NOT ALTER ANYTHING BELOW THIS LINE ! ************/ var s_code=s.t();if(s_code)document.write(s_code)//-->