VIPER 2 - The Master of Tomorrow's Spawn: VIPER, #2

About the author:

David Baker was born in Scotland due to his father serving in the Royal Air Force. After his schooling in the UK, he served an Apprenticeship in engineering, electronics and statistical analysis. He joined a British Police Force in 1982. He was injured in the line of duty and is now retired. Viper 2 is his second adult Novel; Viper 1 was released in July 2012 and reached number 1 in the Bestsellers in Men’s adventure Fiction and Lad Literature on Amazon.co.uk. He has now released VIPER 3. ‘Bad Russian Blood’

You can get in touch with David via his website

www.davidbakerauthor.com or Facebook; davidbakerauthor

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Acknowledgements

I would like to offer my thanks to my lovely wife, Leanne, Pops and my eldest sister Julie who have all painstakingly edited this book.  To all my family, friends, and colleagues for their support in the marketing of book 1 Viper and their help in putting this second book together.

Thanking Chris for his invaluable advice and helping me get the manuscript into shape for distribution and my publishers Topsail Charter.

VIPER 2

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Copyright © David Baker 2013

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All Rights Reserved

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No reproduction, copy or transmission of this publication may be made without written permission.

A CIP catalogue record of the title is

available from the British Library.

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First Published in 2013

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Published by

Topsails Charter

Southampton

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents originate from the writer’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Dedicated to Leanne, Charlie and Ashleigh,

Who have supported me all these years through my injuries.

Who I love and cherish very much.

Thank You!

‘Black Operations’ involves activities that are highly clandestine

and often outside of the standard intelligence/military protocols.

It involves a significant degree of deception, to conceal who is behind it

or to make it appear that some other entity is entirely responsible.

Welcome to the world of VIPER , an elite black operations squad.

VIPER INVENTORY

Modified UAV

Canadian Timberwolf c14

Glock sidearm

L115 A3 snipers rifle with suppressor

Russian APB silenced sidearm

M4 A1 Automatic Weapon

Uzi sub-machine gun

Mini Uzi with folding stock

Vipers Tactical Helmet

Authors Note

This brief synopsis I hope will help you the reader to familiarize yourself again with Book 1 and for readers who have not read VIPER, to have an insight of VIPER and the operation that has led to this current book.

VIPER is about a secret Elite ‘Black’ Operations squad, which was formed in Margaret Thatcher’s era following the Iranian Siege in London and continues to this day.  Sanctioned only by the serving British Prime Minister, through Charles Baker the head of Viper, and handed down from one PM to the other.

The first book of Viper published May 2012 deals with the formation and introduction of the squad which is headed by Charles Baker and the six Viper field agents, backed up by the operations staff in the ‘Nerve Centre’ in a purpose-built facility in Swindon, England.

Viper 1’s story leads into Southern Cyprus where the elite squad has been following two Bosnian Muslim brothers, Ameer and Abdulla, who were in hiding following a bodged undercover deal involving agents from the CIA.

The brothers are arms dealers who will sell anything to anyone for the right price, but are now getting into the big league with the bigger players.

Ameer, the elder brother of the two meets Gorda, a Georgian forestry worker at a Taverna in southern Cyprus, who has for sale a Radioisotope Thermoelectric Generator (RTG), which is presently hidden at a wood processing plant in Georgia.

Many of these units were genuinely discarded and left in this region by the Russians following the cold war.  The unit has a radioactive reactor which can be removed and ground up to a dust to make ‘Dirty Bombs’.

Ameer already has a buyer for this unit, Abu Karim, the leader of a new Islamic terrorist extremist party ‘Sayed-al-Ghad’ (Master of Tomorrow).

‘Sayed-al-Ghad’ are planning to carry out World attacks on the 10th September using the radioactive waste in body-worn human bombs, to upstage Al-Qaeda from whom this new group’s leader was once attached.

Viper must prevent this RTG falling into the hands of Evil. At any cost!

Following operation after operation with the Viper Squad striking at certain prey, and the subsequent lengthy interview of prisoners; it is revealed that this terrorist party has sleepers, within our society.

Charles Baker was sat at his desk reading through the interview notes, as he turned over to the next section, it had a red sleeve adorning it, ‘This would make interesting reading’ he thought.

The report continued about the terrorists Party training systems, how they recruited its sleepers, and then it came to the biggest boast of all.

Quote from interviewer’s notes:

Our ‘Sleepers’ are within different employments and organizations and then he continued to rant and rave about the scum of the earth, the British Prime Minister and the President of that Devil-worshipping place America. He was very childish in his manner until, after spending ten minutes laughing uncontrollably, had stated that one sleeper is PURE WHITE! And is one of the British Prime Minister’s personal protection police officers.

The two in the Whitehouse, one is a Chef and the other a gardener.  At this point the ‘Client’ had a slight adverse effect to the injection and started to cry and shake uncontrollably. It is probable that his subconscious was fighting back after realizing what he had said.

Charles Baker continued reading about the other deep-seated extremists of the ‘Sayed-al-Ghad’ party that were immersed in jobs and careers around the world as a façade or masquerade to lie low and non-descript in their position or locations, awaiting the call from their leader Abu Karim to carry out his cold blooded,  pernicious, catastrophic, and vile acts upon the World, not just the Western World but the Whole World.

Charles Baker leant forward on the desk, put his head in his hands and closed his eyes. He was trying to understand how the security forces from all over the world had missed all this. Not even the slightest whisper until now. No wonder the Prime Minister swore on the telephone when he had told him.

‘Society was now in a very vulnerable state and under the worst type of threat of tyranny from these fanatical extremists. It was becoming unimaginable and frightening to say the least. If the public ever found out about any of this; we would go into melt down,’ he thought.

Good God, what have I brought my children into he voiced gutturally.

VIPER 2

The Master of Tomorrows Spawn

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Chapter 1

At 7pm on Tuesday 8th August, Saif Syed Ibn Mirak walked into his house from work and was met in the hall by his two girls, Gemma aged 20 months and Lucy 3 years old. He picked both up, one in each arm and they hugged and kissed him.

He looked down the hall past the staircase into the kitchen where his wife Jan was leaning on the door frame. Busy day love? Saif placed the two girls down gently and they ran off into the lounge screaming and laughing. Saif walked up to his wife and kissed her on the lips.

Ah the silly old sod had a meeting that ran over, then we drove back to Downing Street. He might run the country but his timing sucks. Never mind, more overtime for the holiday He picked up a chocolate biscuit from the Cadburys tin open on the work surface.

Only two weeks to go then we’re off to sunny Spain sung his wife. She walked quickly past him into the lounge where she could hear Gemma crying. Saif walked to the kitchen window and looked out into the garden. I have to cut the lawn this Saturday he thought. I am off upstairs to bath the girls, your dinner is in the top oven shouted Jan over the crying of Gemma.

Saif sat down and switched on the television and started to eat his gammon steak with mashed potatoes and beans. He saw that the girls must have had alphabet spaghetti with their meal as he had them hidden under the beans. After thirty minutes of Sky news Saif had nodded off to sleep; in his subconscious he remembered his wife kissing him on the forehead as she went to bed.

He was awakened from his sleep by a vibrating in his right hand trouser pocket; he fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out his personal mobile phone and looked at the screen; It was his second SIM card that had received a message and he immediately sat upright in the chair ‘who the hell was texting him on this SIM?’ he thought. He opened the message and read it; he slumped back into the chair and re-read it.

5am full raid on your house, they know everything. Your house is already under observation by my lot only. Front and back covered. Be careful.

Saif looked up at the clock over the fireplace it was 3.05 am. His brain was in overdrive ‘shit, shit, shit’, he thought ‘How do they know?’ He collected his thoughts, stood up and turned off the television. He locked the front door and climbed the stairs; he peeked into both his girls bedrooms to check they were sleeping then sneaked into his bedroom and opened his wardrobe.

He felt at the back past his shirts and removed a black coloured briefcase, he pulled from the same area a small canvas holdall which contained a black firearms overall, balaclava and soft black boots. He crept quietly missing the squeaky floorboard on the landing and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Quickly changing out of his trousers and shirt into his firearms overall, he ripped the Velcro POLICE badge off and dropped it to the carpeted floor. He bent down and tied his boots, pulled on his balaclava and rolled it up so it sat on his forehead like a bobble hat. He put the briefcase onto the sink and rolled the numbers around the two catch locks until they both thudded open. He removed a wad of used £20 notes, a passport, a can of pepper spray, an APB Russian pistol and silencer and a fighting knife with a twin edge blade. He placed all the items around his pockets sealing them in with the Velcro flaps.

Looking down at his Quran sat on a silk cloth he made a prayer to himself and closed the lid on the briefcase, pulled on a pair of thin black coloured composite gloves and placed his mobile into his top right breast pocket next to the money and let out a sigh.

Moments later he slowly opened his bedroom door again and could hear his wife snoring gently. He walked over to the right side of the bed and sat on the edge. She momentarily opened one eye and said Oh no have they called you in again? Please be careful as she closed her eye again so Saif grabbed his pillow with his left hand and pushed it hard into her face to muffle any sounds. Her left arm struck out violently to the side knocking off the alarm clock onto the bedroom floor as he sliced through her neck in one powerful motion with the fighting knife grasped tightly in his right hand. Her body stiffened as it registered the wound and within seconds she fell limp. He kept the pillow on her face whilst he wiped the knife on the sheets and left the bedroom to visit both girls’ bedrooms.

As he left Gemma’s room he closed the door and placed the knife into his teeth sideways, he grabbed the long pull down handle for the loft hatch. Yanking it open he pulled down the wooden stairs and climbed into the loft pulling the stairs and hatch closed behind him. He crawled over the floor to the old Victorian steel framed window and slowly opened it. He placed the knife into his thigh pocket, removed the pistol and silencer which he screwed it onto the barrel and replaced it into the pocket with the knife. He pulled his balaclava over his face making sure it covered his hair at the back; this type only had holes cut in it for his eyes. Luckily for him this time of year no one would see his breath in the cold British air. Saif pushed his head against the window and slithered out onto a small flat roof surrounded by a parapet wall. There was a gap in this wall to the next house and he slowly and meticulously slid through all four house gaps until he reached the end of terraced house roof.

This property had a large diameter cast iron pipe running down the outside wall with odd bends leading off to different parts of the house. He slowly climbed over the wall so as not to make any sudden noticeable movements and climbed down the pipe, resting on a bend half way down.

He landed gently onto the floor like a cat, crouched down in the dark morning shadows and listened. In his right hand he had the pistol at the ready, five minutes passed and he knew he had made it and stealthily slinked off like an urban fox, dodging the roads, lights and negotiating people’s gardens and hedges, stopping only once to remove the SIM card that the message had come in from on his personal mobile. He dropped the phone down a road grid before sticking his fingers down his throat, forcing himself to vomit up the gammon steak he had eaten earlier. He cursed his dead wife for feeding him the flesh of swine.

Saif eventually ended up two miles south of his family home in a safe house in Fulham, initially set up for members of the Islamic terrorist extremist party ‘Sayed-al-Ghad’ but no other members had ever been, it was off limits and off the grid; it was exclusively for Saif.

Chapter 2

Peter (Viper 1) having flown in from Cyprus, jumped into the hire car with Helen (Viper2) and had headed straight to Swindon, arriving at the Viper facility commonly known to all as the ‘Bunker’ shortly after 7pm. He had told Nate in the ‘nerve’ centre of the ‘bunker’ to tell the boss he would be there no later than 7pm.

He and Helen went through the usual rigmarole of placing their hand into the machine at the front gate. Implanted in the back of their hands within the main vein was a microchip the size of a pinhead with a built in transponder, identity chip and tracking device. The chip was powered by the flow of their blood similar to hydroelectricity but on a minute scale. Next they opened both eyes wide staring out of the windscreen of the Ford Galaxy; facial identity was established measuring all their features and like robots both turned to stare out of the now open side windows.

They looked at a black disc just above the hand readers and it scanned both corneas for identification; the disc changed to green and the gates started to open automatically. Reinforced shutters slid open as Peter drove the car towards the purpose built facility building. He parked the car and they both got out with the sound of the shutters sliding swiftly closed behind them. They walked towards two stainless steel doors and after re-scanning their eyes again, they slid open. Peter and Helen stepped into the lift and travelled underground to the third floor being electronically scanned and ‘sniffed’ by the time the lift had reached its destination. They stepped out onto the third floor and entered the Nerve Centre via two solid sliding glass doors that closed silently behind them.

Ah home sweet home Peter announced to Helen, she smiled and they walked off in different directions.

Peter approached Nate who was sat at his usual place on a raised platform area surrounded by three enormous desk areas. The floor area between was the size of a small room and he scooted from one desk to the other on his wheeled office chair. Monitors filled the desk areas, with stacked up paperwork strewn everywhere, keyboards and umpteen computer hubs with cables crisscrossing in every direction. There were empty coke cans and half drunken plastic coffee cups stacked to one side.

He overlooked the four UAV (Unmanned Aerial Vehicle, an unmanned spy plane/drone), flying booths from where other members of the support staff controlled the ‘Birds’. The whole twenty metre long wall was sectioned off projecting all the images from the cameras on board, it was like a giant simulator or computer game, but in real life.

The Nerve Centre was a hive of activity with the ‘Geeks’, as they were affectionately known, monitoring their screens and discussing frequencies and ‘tweaking!’

Peter stood to the side of Nate as he concentrated looking at something on a monitor.  Helen walked towards the other members of the Viper team who were making coffee at the large water urn bubbling away at a make-shift kitchen area at the rear of the Nerve Centre.

Peter tapped Nate on the shoulder, who pulled his ear phones from his head and turned and smiled at Peter.

Hello Pete, nice job out there I must say. Shame about the old knife in the leg though, let’s have a look then

Nothing to look at now Nate it’s just a scratch Peter replied trying to play down the fact that four days earlier he had a large knife rammed into the calf muscle of his right leg, penetrating and protruding out of the other side. Luckily Phil (Viper 6) had fired a volley of bullets into his attacker leaving him lifeless in the Mediterranean waters of Northern Cyprus.

Well it looked quite a kafuffle out there watching it on the monitors, you were lucky eh? The boss has been in and out of his office looking for you checking his watch; it’s after seven. You know what he’s like punctual is his middle name Nate stated sarcastically.

Old habits die hard. I will mention it next time to the captain of the BA flight to open the throttle a bit more as the boss is a stickler for punctuality being ex-forces and secret squirrels. Peter pondered for a moment and then walked of mumbling well we all think so but none of us really know

Nate laughed, replaced his ear phones and started tapping away on his keyboard. 

Peter knocked on the boss’s door more out of habit than anything else; though knocking on solid titanium coated with a Kevlar polymer the sound just wasn’t the same.

The door opened swiftly and Peter stepped into the office. It was like stepping back in time by 80 years or more, it was decorated like a stately residence with thick pile royal blue carpet, all the walls were clad in beautiful polished oak panels and to the right was an exquisite carved bookcase, full of collectors’ books, one of the boss’s hobbies.

Set beside it, an ornate writing desk bureau with neatly piled files and on the left an open Victorian cast iron fireplace slightly modernised with a gas fire burning uniformly. Surrounding this focal piece was a rich burgundy coloured Chesterfield leather seven-piece suite and central to this, an oak coffee table inlaid with mahogany pieces.

Strategically placed on matching carved wooden casual tables were fine bone china tea sets, an ornate set of brass telescopes, a collection of old marine sextants, and a wood and glass display cabinet