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New Empires Rising
New Empires Rising
New Empires Rising
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JD Iselin, 'Flash' Gordon, and the men and women of private military company, Iselin Security Options, are back!

In this thrilling sequel to Rogue Patriot, JD and his team are hired by an enigmatic expatriot American to protect the an oil platform off the coast of West Africa. That platform can provide great benefit for the emerging nation of Senegal, but not everyone involved wants that to happen. JD in London and Flash in Senegal find things are not at all what they expect.

The vast power of transnational oil companies, bound by the laws of no nation, can produce great good or great problems, and JD and his team must deal with those powers, and overcome corrupt officials, untrustworthy middlemen, behind the scenes oil stock manipulation, and the raw power of an out-of-control enemy mercenary team, to ensure the oil platform is secure and the people of West Africa receive the benefits they deserve.

This time JD is contending with truly global powers, and the men and women of Iselin Security Options will need every bit of their combat-honed skills to succeed.

Meet JD Iselin and "Flash" Gordon in the first of the JD Iselin series in Rogue Patriot, an equally thrilling novella by Mike Trial, released in 2016. It is available in paperback and eBook at your favorite online bookseller.

And, for a proper introduction to Jason Wolfe and to learn how he got his start in oil trading, you're invited to read "Tanker at Risk" in Mike Trial's 2015 short story collection, The Icy Fire of Deception, also available in both paperback and eBook.
LanguageEnglish
PublishereBookIt.com
Release dateMay 3, 2017
ISBN9781942168614
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    New Empires Rising - Mike Trial

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    Chapter 1

    Arsenal ship Challenger moved north at eight knots through placid African waters, almost to the coast of Senegal.

    Ex-Royal Marine, Stan Weatherfield, now a mercenary in the employ of Maritime Security, came up the companionway to the wheelhouse carrying a cold cup of iced tea.

    Hot day, Stan said amiably to the Canadian helmsman. Brought you some cold tea. He handed the man the stainless steel cup and eased his bulk into the navigator’s chair, which groaned as his weight settled.

    I’m sixteen stone, he always joked with the Canadians, who didn’t like his schoolyard bully attitude at all. You run this ship, but I’m in charge, and any bloke who crosses me will regret it. He waved a meaty fist under their noses and brayed his laugh.

    The four Canadian crewmen detested the twenty British mercenaries on board, and Stan Weatherfield, the chief of the mercenary contingent, most of all.

    The Canadian sipped his drink, occasionally glancing at the autopilot as the ship plowed over glassy seas. Forty-eight more hours and he’d be free of these louts, off this stinking ship, and into the airport at Dakar, Senegal to catch his flight back to Toronto.

    Stan stepped out into the tropical sun, smiling into the breeze. Surprised these knackered old diesels held up for twenty days running, he said conversationally, as he pretended to study the black smoke coming out of the funnel. He made a small gesture with his right hand, invisible to the Canadian, but clear to his men crouched outside the wheelhouse.

    The chronometer showed five minutes before noon. I need to talk to the lot of you, so call your mates up here, Stan ordered the steersman.

    The Canadian picked up the intercom microphone, remembered it didn’t work, and put it back. I’ll go get them. He went out of the wheelhouse and disappeared down the steel steps into the ship.

    Right, Weatherfield said to two of his men who had come up the stairs from the port side. They both carried Zastava M2010 assault rifles and wore body armor.

    Shoot them as they come out on deck, but not so they go overboard, Stan instructed. The rest of our men are below deck out of range, right? One man nodded.

    They took up their positions. In a few minutes, the Canadians trooped up on deck and were shot so quickly they had no chance to run.

    Well done, Stan told the shooters.

    Stan and the two shooters went down the steel stairs to the deck where the bodies lay and checked that they had indeed been fatally shot. Blood seeped out onto the deck’s green non-slip paint. Clear the bodies of identification, Stan told his men. Wallets, jewelry, rings, piercings, tattoos. Cut them off if you have to. Then strip off their clothes and roll the bodies overboard.

    In few moments it was done. Their clothes and bits of skin, jewelry, and wallets lay in a plastic container.

    Scatter that lot into the sea bit by bit over the next four hours, including everything of theirs in their quarters. I want no evidence they were ever aboard.

    Stan returned to the wheelhouse and checked the ship’s position on the autopilot screen. He had watched the Canadians on the voyage round the Cape of Good Hope, and had learned enough about the ship’s controls that he could maneuver her to the oil platform loading dock once they arrived.

    Stan thought of his boss, Andy Mitchell, owner of Maritime Security. Andy, you’re too old for this business, Stan said jovially to himself. And too conservative by half. Time for new management. He laughed his raucous laugh, thinking of the briefcase a secretive Brit had handed him with 200,000 crisp US dollars in it.

    Chapter 2

    "Mr. Iselin? Sorry to call you at home, especially so early," Jason Wolfe said smoothly, not sounding sorry in the least. He spoke American English, but there was a hint of an accent JD could not quite place.

    What can I do for you? JD said, watching two hummingbirds bickering over control of the bird feeder. His backyard view of a clear autumn morning on dew-wet grass was one of his favorites. Strong Sumatran coffee, a comfortable chair…this was JD’s favorite time of year and time of day. He’d get rid of Wolfe quickly, he told himself.

    He was looking forward to a leisurely breakfast with Cheryl, then a visit to the National Gallery, as he’d been promising for weeks.

    I need security for an oil platform off the coast of Senegal.

    I understand Andy Mitchell’s company, Maritime Security, has a new contract in West Africa. Isn’t that for your installation?

    You’re well-informed, Wolfe said. Yes. We have an agreement with Maritime Security to put a security team on an oil platform that’s just been put in place. But now his office tells us there will be a delay.

    He was moving his arsenal ship from the Indian Ocean to West Africa, I understand, JD said.

    That was one of the reasons we engaged his firm. We plan to expand our operations in West Africa, and having a firm with its own mobile security base there from day one seemed ideal. Now I’m not so certain we hired the right firm.

    Andy’s been in this business for many years. His experience...

    Not to put too fine a point on it, but perhaps he’s been at it a bit too long. Perhaps it’s time for new blood.

    JD said nothing. He made it a point to never criticize another private military company to clients.

    Has Maritime told you the nature of their delay? JD asked.

    They just repeat that the ship is behind schedule coming round the coast of Africa. We can’t seem to get them to commit to an arrival date. And I can’t take the risk of leaving that platform completely unmanned. I’ve asked the Cairn Energy ocean tug to stay there just to have someone watching over the platform. They are eager to move their ship to another of their operations, but have agreed to stay a week. That was four days ago. I’m told you have men in Lagos, Nigeria doing oil field security. It is only an hour’s flight from Lagos to Dakar, and the oil platform is offshore of a town called Asara, about three hours’ drive down the coast. Your men could be there in a day.

    You also seem to be well-informed, JD said thoughtfully, the wheels in his head already starting to turn. Flash and Team One could fly to Senegal directly from Nigeria, where their contract was ending, and they would be up to speed on African oil field operations. And guarding an unmanned oil platform for a week didn’t sound too risky—security duty really. No heavy weapons in Senegal or Nigeria for that matter, so it would just be a matter of keeping people off the platform.

    I’m hesitating for two reasons. Maritime operations are not our specialty, and my men have been working shifts for thirty days in Nigeria and need some time off.

    Would $500,000 relieve your hesitancy?

    Very generous, JD said, surprised.

    I’m rather desperate to protect that oil platform, Wolfe went on. It represents many millions of dollars of investment by my firm. To sweeten the deal, I will also offer you a one-week consulting contract, the objective being to assess the security needs of the entire Senegalese oil operation and provide us a written plan. You’re welcome to do that work in my London office. Expenses paid, of course.

    A week in London, JD thought. That’s attractive.

    Would $100,000 plus expenses be acceptable for you to do the security analysis? Wolfe prompted.

    $200,000 plus expenses would be exactly right, JD countered.

    Done, Wolfe said without hesitation. "Have your people notify my

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