The Terrorists

By JAMES SELIGMAN

Australia is under attack from religous terrorists from Indonesia, the Prime Minister is the target. The terrorists are hell-bent on destruction including parliament house in Canberra, their attacks are unique and ruthless and third attack is successful.

Thousands die in mass destruction of property, an assassin and team are sent out to neutralise the terror cell, but the FBI has other ideas. 

There are leakers inside the Federal Police undermining the assassin, questions follow. Who's side is he on? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: JAMES SELIGMAN
• Release date: Sep 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393198543

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The Terrorists

‘Kill or be killed’ the assassins code

Prologue

THERE IS ANOTHER WORLD out there that parallels ones normal life, it is full of assassins, crime  and death, Paul Day is part of that world. His role in life is killing enemies of the state and his latest task is to eliminate a rogue employee that gets messy, why they were a target is any ones guess.

His bosses do not enjoy ‘messy’, agents that fail, are placed on the wanted list just like their targets. Francis (Frankie) Meyers is on the run a daughter tied up in a nightmare of family being assassinated brutally, will she be next? The police are useless.

The body count is rising for Paul and its attracting attention of  Kelly Beagle a top investigator who believes there are similarities in the hits, are they connected, it needs looking into. By implication Kelly Beagle places both Frankie Meyers and Paul Day unknowingly in mortal danger.

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The Terrorists

James

Seligman

The Terrorists

First published in 2020

e-book ISBN 9781393198543

Print book ISBN 978393140719

Copyright 2020 the Author, James Seligman

This book is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

No part of this book or publication may reproduced in part or in full, stored, transmitted, recorded, filmed without the prior written consent of the author. Any unauthorised use may be liable to criminal prosecution.

To Denise 

Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty- three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty- five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-two

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-four

Chapter Thirty-five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-seven

Chapter Thirty-eight

Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter- Forty

Chapter Forty-one

Chapter Forty-two

Chapter Forty-three

Chapter Forty- four

Chapter One

PAUL DAY HAD CLOSELY observed passengers on the short flight from Adelaide  to Melbourne and comfortably thought the 36  passengers on the commuter flight we're mainly tourists.

Paul was not one of them.

The flight took just on an hour travelling along the coast  to Tullamarine. The cab ride from the airport took another thirty minutes into town. He was not staying at a posh hotel just one he knew was basic and comfortable. His room was on the fifth floor looking over the park, it was a fast twenty-minute walk down- town through the treelined park. At the counter he got his key and paid cash. In his right hand was a  sports bag which he carried up to his room and sat on the armchair it needed new springs.

You get what you pay for he thought to himself.

Paul was over six feet and fit his strength was , core having a daily routine founded in the armed forces years back, it stuck. He had a scar over his right eye and deep set blue marine eyes that topped his chin with a dimple. When his mouth opened a set of whiter than white pearls shone back which matched a cheeky smile. With a mop of blonde hair, he kept it short an old services habit. In a crowd he just blended in the only distinguishing marks being on his back and right shoulder, one a giant eagle, the other a service symbol only his comrades would recognise.

The giant eagle was centred on his back between his shoulders, it was in colour, and his pride and joy completed by a Japanese master. It was said it flew as he moved his arms.

At 29 Paul was thinking of his 30th birthday, However, he was not here for his birthday but to work of all days the year his birthday had to be the one where he was working and travelling.

He looked around the room it was small but adequate with no trappings of luxury , however he did not want much just a good bed to sleep on after a hard day.

Moving to the window he looked up it was a normal day with sun and clouds fairly typical of Melbourne at this time of year. Looking over the park he could see people exercising and walking there,  and in the distance he could see the war memorial it looked old and grubby, it was showing its age.

He thought to himself just another 8 hours to go so he lay down on the bed and suddenly woke up his mind aware of his timetable. Leaving his room, he started to walk across to the park towards the various outlets selling food and drink passing on his way a beautiful glass house full of exotic plants finally stopping at the coffee shop.

He sat in the corner of the coffee shop facing the door it was an old habit he always wanted to see who is entering and leaving , his meal consisted of coffee and some toast. As you looked outside the coffee shop he could see dogs being trained it was, a laugh a minute as the animals full of excitement raced around chasing each other and not doing what their owners wanted.

Amongst the chaos was a group of children It looked like a birthday party with a clown trying to keep the mob entertained without much success, he was trying hard blowing up balloons making strange animals and doing magic tricks.

Finishing his meal, he started to walk towards the war memorial which you could see in the distance, it was made of marble and had columns that made it impressive to the eye. He started to walk around looking at the names of fallen victims a brother, or sister a father , a mother, he ran his hands along the names  of innocent victims of politics. The War Memorial means nothing to him but he knew in his heart it meant a lot to the people of Melbourne.

The environment made him reflect he was leaving his 20’s and entering another decade, he thought, how could this be, where has the time gone, he checked his watch it was time to move he had three hours to go.

He left the War Memorial and headed North towards some buildings and a side street, a brisk wind picked up the leaves on the ground and blew them around his feet.

He passed an artist shop and stopped to look in the window, there were a mixture of paintings from modern to classics at mouth-watering, prices.  It was almost time as Paul remembered every movement he had made since leaving, the  it was all about survival.

His forces training had provided him with the knowledge and experience to survive as always he hoped it would be enough this time, he was too young to die in Melbourne the last place he wanted  to be put to rest.

The side street was full of people mainly tourists looking  in the knick knack shops that lined the street, as he past one group he could see a familiar face  their eyes made contact and then there was a flicker of recognition. It was a flash the person was gone Paul stopped outside the shop and entered the side door. He shut the door and bolted it and walked along the corridor quietly, the light was poor. Step by step he moved making not a sound.

Half-way down on his left, was a doorway  he tested the handle it opened inward.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out.

Gloves

Mask

Phone

Walther PPK

Gas grenade

He moved through the room totally alert he had been inside for five minutes his brain clock told him.

In the corner was a book- case, he moved it side-ways and descended the stairs behind using the light from his phone. He was in a dungeon or cellar it smelt of urine, rats poo, and he had a feeling he was not alone.

Time was ticking he wanted to be first  and get the right position or drop on them.

Noise travels far in the underground and his ears picked up voices. He listened, three to four at most one was the leader showing the way. They would be armed the dungeon was a perfect place for a hit, quiet and out of the way, topside no one would hear a thing. 

The tourist on the side street went about their business and had no idea that eight feet below their feet it was a game of cat and mouse where there was only one winner.

Chapter Two

THE BASEMENT WAS STARTING to get on Paul’s nerves, sounds echoed off the walls and voices were distorted, every nuance of speech carried making it easy to pick up language , pronunciation and uniqueness. It gave a personality to each individual in the game.

The footsteps were getting closer it was clear to him that they were coming his way he moves slightly to his left into the shadows and counted the seconds like the opposing guide would be doing to ensure the meeting was on time and at the right location.

At the opposite end of the room the door opened and the guide entered with a flashlight, he swung the flashlight left to right looking for something good finding nothing. The man was well built and had a bulge under his coat he was clearly armed probably with a semi-automatic weapon which Paul could not match if it came down to a fight. The guide was looking for something it was a panel on the wall which he pushed with his hand, and it opened which led to another room.

Paul wondered what the guy was up to and shifted into the darkness of the room to await the entrance of the other men in the party. He reached into his pocket and switched on his phone he wanted to record all that was said, suddenly the voice of the guide asked his followers to follow into the next room. Paul was not exposed and wanted desperately not to be seen until the time was right, he clung to the wall more tightly and moved to his right.

There was an explosion and tear gas filled the room It shifted the balance enough for Paul to take the upper hand, it was time he brought his gun down on the skull of the man closest to him.   There was a cracking sound as the skull gave way under the impact sending blood and bits of brain flying across the room the man sank to the floor and groaned. The second man drew his pistol  and aimed at Paul but he was slow, as the knife hit him in the neck severing the main artery to the brain. The man gasped the knife throw was unexpected and totally accurate in its delivery, blood spurted from the wound and it could not be stopped. The man dropped to his knees knowing that in minutes his life would be over he would never see his wife and family again.

The noise and commotion caused  the other two men to go on the alert and draw weapons. The guide drew his automatic weapon and swung it in an arch around the room firing 10 rounds per second. The sound of the fire was intense as it echoed round the room as shards of wood and brickwork flew off the walls adding to the volume of missiles in the air.

Paul expected a retaliation but his training had told him to look and observe his opponents and determine the opposition's expertise and firepower. He had to take the guy with a semi- automatic out first he hit the ground and rolling to his right aiming at the man's leg he fired two shots one in the ankle the other in the knee, the man screamed with pain and crashed to the floor making the weapon he was holding spin across the floor out of reach.

In a split-second Paul then moved his attack to the last man standing  who was sheltering behind an old four draw filing cabinet. Paul could see the man was frightened there was sweat pouring from his face he was obviously not a professional.

The man started to scream pleading for his life he got down on his knees in a praying position and sought clemency. Paul was not interested and told him so, the man’s facial expression changed from fear to sheer panic.

Firing his pistol only once the bullet entered the skull just above the eyes ripped through his brain, and exploded the back of his head leaving a hole the size of a cricket ball.

It was a quick fast kill, and Paul knew it, he started to leave the chaos and death of the room he was  for clean air and time to steady his nerves.

He opened the door of the shop and entered the side street and throng of milling tourist.

It was surreal he had just killed four people and no one knew or cared.

All in a day’s work Paul entered the park and went back to the shop where he had had breakfast. He ordered coffee black as well as a cream bun he took the time to absorb the morning, and strategize his next move he needed to move onto Sydney.

He boarded the train at Flinders street station and settled back in his first-class seat watching the bush rush by. He liked Sydney it was a cool open place and around the Harbour side were great restaurants and pubs which he enjoyed it was also warmer than Melbourne and somehow the girls look prettier.

He arrived at Central station, switched platforms  onto a train that was heading towards Circular Quay. As he got off the train the sea air off the harbour hit him, it was a sunny day and the Harbour was busy. Seagulls filled the air  and we're making noise fighting over food and space.

The hotel looked over the express way and the harbour right the way to middle head the view was the best in the world. He noticed on his check in several agents and government cars, either some one important was in residence or there was an alert, it did not bother him just aware.

He ordered up food and stared at the view, his phone vibrated in his pocket it was a text message it read ‘wonderful’ there was no name it was anonymous. He looked at the screen puzzled he was in a strange business.

Walking down George street towards Martin Place he was struck by the number of Asian faces it was a multi-cultural society no longer European. He entered a building he was free to move around no one questioned him as he entered an office used as a hot desk no one looked up strangers were normal.

He sat down and fired up a PC and just looked at the screen and tapped a few keys he was filling in time, he hated it.

In walked a redhead girl who passed by his desk and dropped a flash drive next to the PC, it went unnoticed by others, he had his next job. He left the building via a lift that led to a secret walkway that led to a shopping centre, he was never there.

Out in the open amongst people he was safe, they were his shield, he was just a face in a sea of faces. His phone vibrated a text message it read ‘birthday boy’. He did not react.

He headed back to the hotel and checked out also waiting for him was a fire blade motor bike it was hot stuff. As a ride it was cool and fast he loved it and onboard he felt alive as he crossed the bridge heading north. His thoughts turned to Melbourne, and the dead men, they were pro’s he wondered how many people had died by their actions 10 a 100, who knows.

All he knew was the man he shot kneeling in the head was named ‘snake’ one of the head men in a narcotics and slave trafficking ring out of Hong Kong. In Melbourne to see and expand operations, plus make contact with Yakuza, also known as gokudō, are members of trans-national organized crime syndicates originating in Japan. The Japanese police, and media by request of the police, call them bōryokudan, while the yakuza call themselves ninkyō dantai.

Snake had to be eliminated if the two gangs got together the drug trade would explode. Paul had set up the meeting in the basement of the art shop, it was a pretext and a blameless meeting a lure that worked.

He arrived at his apartment and parked  the fire blade in the garage underground his key entered the lock and the door opened. The place was empty and dead it went with the job, no life, no parties no close friends.

Chapter Three

PAUL AWOKE WITH THE screaming of parrots outside his window it was early morning and the sun was just starting to rise in the East. He stretched his body and thought about the day ahead it was going to be a long one