VIPER 4 FOG Of DEATH - An Elite "Black" Operations Squad: VIPER, #4

VIPER 4

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FOG OF DEATH

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AN ELITE ‘BLACK’ OPERATIONS SQUAD.

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by David Baker

Table of Contents

Title Page

VIPER 4 FOG Of DEATH - An Elite Black Operations Squad

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!

VIPER INVENTORY | Vipers Tactical Helmet | Vipers Tactical suit | Modified UAV

MP5 SD with silencer | AK47 | XM 2010 silenced rifle

Barrett M107 .50 calibre silenced rifle | Glock sidearm

‘FOG OF DEATH’ | By David Baker | 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

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 4 is his fourth adult Novel:

Viper 1 was released in July 2012 and reached number 1 in the Bestsellers in Men’s adventure Fiction and Lad Literature.

Viper 2 ‘The Master of Tomorrows Spawn,’ was released in May 2013 and also reached the top ten Bestsellers in Men’s adventure Fiction and Lad Literature.

Viper 3 ‘Bad Russian Blood’ was released was released in December 2013 and also reached the top ten Bestsellers in Men’s adventure Fiction and Lad Literature.

He is currently working on VIPER 5.

You can get in touch with David via his website www.davidbakerauthor.com or

Facebook; davidbakerauthor

Acknowledgements

I would like to thank my lovely wife, Leanne for all her support, encouragement and patience with this 4th book.

John Hudspith, my new editor for his unique advice and tolerance.

To all my family, friends and colleagues for their support in the marketing of the Viper Books 1, 2, & 3.

Thanking Chris and Faith Mortimer (Author) for their invaluable advice, encouragement and for helping me get the manuscripts of the series into shape for distribution.

VIPER 4

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Copyright © David Baker 2014

All Rights Reserved

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 2014

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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.

Technology you are surprised at today has probably been tried and tested by the chosen few from yesteryear.

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

VIPER INVENTORY

Vipers Tactical Helmet

Vipers Tactical suit

Modified UAV

MP5 SD with silencer

AK47

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XM 2010 silenced rifle

Barrett M107 .50 calibre silenced rifle

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Glock sidearm

Authors Note

Viper 4 is the fourth book in the series of Viper. All David Baker’s novels are written as standalone books but are equally written to be a continuation of the previous books.

VIPER, a secret Elite ‘Black’ Operations Squad was formed in Margaret Thatcher’s era following the Iranian Siege in London and still continues to this day.

A closely guarded British Secret handed down from one Prime Minister to the next. Operations are sanctioned only by the current serving British PM, through Charles Baker the brain-child and commander of Viper.

This brief synopsis I hope will help you the reader to familiarise yourself again with books 1, 2 & 3 and for readers who have not read them to have an insight of Viper and the operations that has led to this current book, ‘FOG OF DEATH’

VIPER - A secret Elite ‘Black’ Operations squad.

The Vipers are in Cyprus having hunted down their latest prey, two Bosnian Muslim brothers, arms dealers. They have been negotiating the purchase of a radioisotope thermoelectric generator (RTG) unit, complete with a radioactive reactor which can be removed and ground to a dust to make ‘Dirty Bombs’.

The buyer, Abu Karim, the leader of a new Islamic terrorist extremist party ‘Sayed-al-Ghad’ is planning to carry out worldwide 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. With the recent demise of Osama bin Laden, time is of the essence for Abu Karim and now Viper.

This Elite Squad starts striking at its prey, following the sickening and ruthless kidnapping of a fifteen year old girl. Following the dealers to Georgia where the RTG is stored, Viper must prevent the RTG falling into the hands of Evil – At any cost!

‘Viper 2 - The Master of Tomorrows Spawn’. 

A clandestine black operation at its best.

With the recent capture by Viper of Abu Karim, the leader of a new Islamic terrorist extremist party ‘Sayed-al-Ghad’, Viper step back into the shadows; allowing the British Intelligence services to start the operation mop up and subsequent arrests of the other members of this terrorist party.

A rogue senior MI5 officer tips off a personal protection police officer attached to the British Prime Minister, about his imminent arrest.

Saif Mirak is one of the terrorist parties ‘Sleepers’; his mission is to eliminate the PM and he is now on the run.

This new terrorist party has penetrated the heart and soul of the British Police Service and the MI5 Intelligence Agency.

The head of MI5 turns to his old friend Charles Baker the commander of Viper to help him find this MI5 traitor and the PM’s personal protection Police officer.

Viper goes deep undercover; the ramifications of what they find out about this new terrorist party’s plans are far from over, news that shocks not just the British but the Worldwide Security agencies.

‘Viper 3- ‘Bad Russian Blood’

A highly trained Russian operative, code named ‘The Phantom’ arrives on British soil in the early hours of 17th December. His route on board an old trawler, across the North Sea from Holland, landing him at Britain’s east coast harbour of Lowestoft.

His believed mission is to protect the Russian Minister of Internal Affairs, Corruption and Vice who is attending a seminar in London on the 21st December.

His clandestine landing coincides with the recent arrival in Britain of three Chechen freedom fighters; they have been on a murdering spree, committing grisly revenge attacks on the Russian Mafia. So, why their arrival in Britain?

For the first time since Vipers creation, after they go on the hunt, rapid moving events unfold and they quickly believe they are now the hunted.

The Viper Squad when formed twenty eight years ago, came from all walks of life.

Book 1 also dealt with the formation of the squad between 1980 and 1984. Bearing in mind this book has the descriptions below of the squad when they were seconded; it is now 28 years on, in 2014.

Charles Baker, aged 40 years old, is the commander of Viper, his brain-child. He was seconded into the British Secret Service at the age of 20 whilst studying at Cambridge University. After graduating he went straight into training. During his very extensive career in the service he worked for MI5 and MI6. He was ordered in by Margaret Thatcher in 1980 to form the unit following the Iranian Siege in London. Which he did in total secrecy over a period of 2 years, with the help of the two godfathers and is a closely guarded British Secret.

The Godfathers, First of all Andy, nickname ‘Biffo’, aged 38 years old, had long curly blonde shoulder length hair pulled back into a ponytail. He had dark menacing eyes like a hawk, and was heavily set. He had worked with Charles Baker on and off for the last twelve years and was formerly a staff sergeant in the S.A.S for ten of these.

James nickname ‘Rhino’ aged 36 years, had short-cropped dark brown hair, a rounded face that bore many lines, short and very stocky he had tree trunk forearms and hands the size of shovels. He spoke with an East-end accent and he was not to be messed with. He had also worked with Charles Baker on and off for the last twelve years and was formerly a staff sergeant in the S.B.S for ten of these.

The Vipers

Peter Webb, Viper 1, aged 21years, 5’ 10" tall with crew cut light brown hair, broad shoulders, and muscular rugby player’s legs. He had piercing slate blue eyes and always appeared to be happy and was always the life and soul of the party. He was a workaholic and had joined the Greater Manchester police in 1982 and had served three years. Within those three years he had been fast tracked onto many courses, he had been head hunted, as were the rest of the squad by Charles Baker. Over the years Peter had become the natural leader of the squad with everyone’s blessing.

Helen McVane, Viper 2, aged 22years 5’ 10" tall, a slender figure, with long legs and broad swimmers shoulders. Her golden blonde hair was cut into a bob; striking facial features, high cheekbones, dark brown eyes nearly black, and a slightly hooked nose. Her skin was like the Mediterranean olive colour that glistened. She had a passion for fitness and the love of art. She was flamboyant, oozed self-confidence and had a natural flirtatious nature.

She worked in Customs and Excise and had done so for 3 years.

Robert Hughes, Viper 3, aged 28 years, 5’ 8" tall, he was slim in stature with curly red hair and an abundance of freckles on his face. He was educated at Eton and spoke ever so far back. He had a natural talent for languages and problem solving. He would spend hours reading wiring manuals and technical specifications and could quote them verbatim. He had the driest sense of humour and it was impossible to work out whether he was joking or not. Only when that twitch on his right side temple gave him away, could they start laughing.

He was working for MI6 and had done so for the past 8 years as a strategic and coordinator analyst.

John Jackson, Viper 4, aged 26years 5’ 6" a broad Glaswegian, stocky build with collar length dark brown thick hair, he was receding on both sides of his temple and was very self-conscious of it. When he smiled he had the best set of pearly white teeth you could imagine, not a space between them. He said he had inherited them from ‘The Scottish Warriors’ He would storm around swearing his head off in a language that you thought was Swahili. He had the funniest sense of humour that was possible and saw the funny side to everything. He had a passion for History, world news, facts and rugby.

He currently worked for the British High Commission and had done so for 5 years.

Constance Alexandrou, Viper 5, aged 29years, 6ft, she was a tall and elegant lady.  She had long jet black hair with a shine that any shampoo advertiser would die for. She had a petite size six waist, a pale complexion and long thin slender hands. The team had nicknamed her Morticia from the Adams family. She was the best martial arts person the squad had ever seen.

Constance had studied all martial arts from the age of five years, had trained all over the world and spent six months in Tibet. Her passion and pastime was collecting the flying martial art stars, the deadly razor sharp pointed stars of different designs.

She currently worked for the Bank of England Audits department and had done so for 10 years.

Philip Jones, Viper 6, aged 22years, 6’ 2" built like a brick ‘out-house’.  He had the build of a prop forward in rugby and was as strong as an ox. He had the mandatory flattened nose, bulging eyebrows as if he had done ten rounds in a boxing ring. To look at him you would say he was in his mid-thirties with greying black hair and crow’s feet at the corner of his eyes.  He spoke with a Cornish accent and his character was like a gentle giant. Unless he lost his temper, he had the patience of a saint but if you pushed the right buttons, then look out.

He had a Master’s degree in Maths, Physics and Chemistry having passed the Maths at the age of 17. He currently worked for the Inland Revenue as a Fraud Investigator and had done so for 2 years

‘FOG OF DEATH’

By David Baker

Chapter 1

Amy woke with a start, she hadn’t meant to fall asleep but her two companions had exhausted her. She looked at the naked bodies of Abdi and Nadif lying either side of her on the bed and smiled as she heard their soft snoring. Abdi’s left arm was draped across her breasts as she lay on her back, still glistening in sweat.

Amy admired the contrast of the two black naked males against her milky white skin and noticed the snail-like trail marks of their semen on her stomach and on the inside of her left thigh.

She edged down to the end of the bed and stood up and picked up her knickers from the dirty tiled floor. She stretched, ruffled her tightly-curled, bright red hair then walked into the bathroom. As she sat on the toilet, she pulled a wad of toilet roll from the holder and wiped their deposits away.

After pulling on her knickers she stood at the sink, bathed her face with cold water and swilled her mouth out with minty mouthwash.

Amy walked back into the bedroom, the pungent smell of body odour and recent sex still lingered in the air.

Abdi was already dressing into his beige cotton T shirt and khaki shorts. Nadif was still lying on the bed face down as she walked over and slapped his right buttock, Come on you lazy oaf, it’s time for work! she shouted, walking from the room through into the kitchen.

She pulled on her one-piece wetsuit and zipped the front up as Nadif casually swaggered in and opened the fridge door. He removed a bottle of water from the shelf and slurped it down as Amy looked up at the clock on the wall.

"Okay, it’s four pm; I’ve serviced the two of you, now you will carry out my orders, to fulfill my lust. Go on get yourselves sorted; I want the two of you ready to go in fifteen minutes, do you hear me?" she ordered.

Abdi walked into the kitchen having heard Yafita, as she was known to them, he pushed Nadif from the fridge back towards the bedroom door.

Go brother, our Yafita has spoken, now do it, he turned towards her and smiled. His two gold teeth glistened in the sunlight coming through the window.

Okay, we will be ready, don’t worry, ginger one, your lust will be satisfied on our return, may Allah bless us, he replied.

Amy slipped on her flip-flops and pulled out the chair from the plastic table. Sitting down she took out a photograph from a brown paper bag and slid it over to Abdi who was standing to her side. He picked it up, The dirty traitor will suffer today, Yafita, I promise in Allah’s name and he the all-seeing one will guide us, he said, throwing the photograph back onto the table.

She looked at the young, bearded Nigerian man in the photograph, spitting as she spoke: Remember he has blasphemed Islam and deserted Allah, and he will now pay the ultimate price, she said with distain.

Nadif, now dressed, walked back into the kitchen carrying two large bone-handled machete knives, Let’s go and do Allah’s work, he said as he turned towards the front door, followed closely by Abdi. Amy turned as she heard the aluminium door close behind them and casually walked to the front window in the kitchen.

Both males got into the front of a battered old white Toyota Corolla and within a minute were driving down the unmade lane leading away from the house.

Amy watched the beige dust settle in their wake; she leant forward turning her head, warming her face with the evening Cyprus sun beaming in through the glass pane.

She had been in Cyprus for only four months, but the previous week she had rented the two bedroom house near the village of Pyrgos, on the outskirts of Limassol. Having viewed plenty of rental properties, she had decided this one was perfect for their needs.

The property had no close neighbours; it was a two bedroom bungalow with a massive plot of land surrounding it. Most importantly it had a separate barn-style outbuilding that was tucked away at the back of the house.

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Amy Ainsworth, commonly known to her friends