Strike Back

By Kenneth Kendrick

Several warring factions including Muslims, Africans, and IRA do battle across several cotenants. With ruthless tactics and seedy underworld connections, they wreak havoc upon all in their path; guilty and innocent alike.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 27, 2015
• ISBN: 9781329171978

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Strike Back

STRIKE BACK

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By: Kenneth J. Kendrick

Copyright © 2014 By Kenneth J. Kendrick               ISBN: 978-1-329-00095-7 All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal. First Printing: 2015

D E D I C A T I O N

I would greatly thank my big brother Arthur who patiently typed up these books that I wrote to make them into a reality, and my mother Nettie Kendrick for buying all the things to help breathe life into my books.

CHAPTER ONE

Chad, Africa                                                June 2,1969

Six year old Makada Hannibal sat kneeled down on his Muslim prayer rug doing his salat. Makada's other 19 brothers were all lined up in front and some beside him with his 13 sisters taking up the far rear. Makada's father JoKana was very wealthy and had four wives according to the Muslim traditions. His mother Manisha was so proud to become the fourth wife to Jokana Hannibal and have his child. Right now Manisha was carrying a baby inside of herself hoping that it would be another boy. But Makada was born to see visions that showed him that it would be a beautiful sister and that his mother would have six more beautiful daughters, but only him as the man child. Makada felt strongly disappointment inside because he would have loved to have a younger brother he could have mentored and watched grow into a mighty mercenary warrior like everyone else. Even all the females of his family were the best killing mercenary warriors in the world. Six year old Makada was very smart and gifted. He was so black as coal that his skin almost shined like silk. His face was so handsome and captivating even at 6 years old. Makada and all his 19 half brothers finished their Salats and stood back up to their feet again. Makada turned around and briefly looked at his young four year old second cousin Janika and future wife. Also according to Muslim tradition as well as his family Hannibal's custom law, Makada was to marry his second cousin Janika when he turned 16 years old and she was 14 years old. Like he, Janika was black as coal and very beautiful to look at. Janika caught Makada looking at her and she started giggling plus smiling. Her big sister Donarion who was 19 years old took Janika's hand without saying a word and led her away. Makada smiled. Next month he will be going to a new secret mercenary camp that his father was paying for and Makada said that he wanted to go at to train a little. Of course the only real reason that he was going to this secret mercenary camp was to establish his great family name as well as get away from the women of his father's big house mansion here deep in the jungle. All of the older women were always trying to be tough on him, and many of the other kids, giving them tests - plus different things to do.

Makada, go get me two big buckets of goat milk, his 21 year old big half sister Nikkita yelled. Makada only stared at her. Makada thought to himself, 'They had servants to do that kind of work, plus it would take him hours with his little hands to squeeze all that much goat milk, and by then most of the female goats would be totally in-love with him'. Makada politely bowed his head.

Right away Nikkita, Makada reluctantly said before running off.

CHAPTER TWO

Sarh, Africa                                                     June 16, 1969

In his hotel room, Tony McGrady was holding a glass of liquor while lying on his back in bed. He felt really angry plus horny as hell. Here he was a young 19 year old IRA (Irish Republican Army) terrorist and still treated as a child by his older brother Paul. He was suppose to have went into Chad with Paul and his men to see about buying a huge amount of weapons plus C4 explosives from a very large mercenary family known to be the actual descendents of the mighty General Hannibal; but instead Paul told him to wait here in the Hotel while he dealt with these monkey niggers as he called them. If he and his IRA men could get everything back to Ireland the damage they could do to those no good British troops occupying his country was unimaginable.

Tony could hear his stomach growling and grumbling from hunger. 'Damn, where the fuck was room service?' he angrily thought to himself. Ten minutes later there was a knock on the door. He got off the bed to answer the door. Upon opening it he froze at what he saw. Standing there was the most beautiful black woman he had ever seen; perky full breasts and an ass ever so plump and round.

She stood there smiling, silver tray in hand - a dome lid over it.

Please come in, Tony said, smiling to himself and stepping aside. She came into the room and he closed the door.

She walked over to the table and placed the tray on it. As she did Tony watched her nice big round ass and he felt a serious stirring in his groins and his dick became rock hard. She then slowly walked back his way Tony pulled his leather wallet out of his back pocket and removed a nice tip. He held it out smiling.

Returning the smile, she took it. Thank You Sir, Mikkishi said.

How would you like to get more money than that? Tony asked.

Mikkishi felt nervous as she saw the lustful look in his eyes plus the heavy breathing of his chest. No thank you, sir, I really should be getting back to the kitchen, she said. She went to walk around him but Tony blocked her way by side stepping.

Mikkishi felt scared. Mister, I am a respectable Muslim woman engaged to be married in three days, please let me go, she said. Tony reached out for her left breast. NOOOO!! Mikkishi screamed as she tried to run.

Tony grabbed Mikkishi throwing her down on the floor while getting on top of her. He covered her mouth with his hand.

Scream again and see if I won't kill you, understand? Tony angrily said. She shook her head up and down Yes as tears flowed from her eyes and she cried. Tony removed his hand from across her mouth. Mister, please don't do this to me Mikkishi pleaded.

Shut up, he angrily snapped. He unbuttoned her blouse and started squeezing and feeling on her nice firm breast.

Please stop! Mikkishi cried. Tony smiled as he pulled up her dress and began pulling down her panties. Tony was so busy concentrating on her that he did not hear the room door open behind him and the eight big black mercenary Muslim men come into the room.

One of the men grabbed Tony around the neck in a tight choke hold. Tony tried to struggle and fight but he was no match for the brute strength of the black man. His body became limp and

unconscious. The man laid him down flat on his stomach and placed hand cuffs on both of his wrist from behind his back. Then another man tied his feet together while another man taped up his mouth.

Mikkishi was standing fixing back up her blouse when a big black mercenary man slapped her hard across her face with an open hand. Mikkishi stood back up crying, scared and looking down at the floor and her feet.

You know it's against Muslim custom for a woman to be alone with a man she is not married to! he angrily told her. What did you think this foreign white man who smells of liquor was going to do with you alone? he asked.

I am sorry, Mikkishi said crying.

"Get out of here before I kill you myself', he said to her.

Mikkishi ran out of the room.

The man who had slapped Mikkishi and spoke to her now looked down at Tony who was looking up at him with total fear. My name is Tommazzi Hannibal, and these seven men are my brothers, he explained.

My Uncle Jokana in Chad who you and your brother Paul have business with asked me to keep an eye on you and make sure that you were alright. Tommazzi kneeled down close to Tony's face. We black men don't like it when you white foreigners come to Africa trying to rape our women. Tommazzi said in a cold and menacing voice. Tony desperately tried to talk but the scotch tape around his mouth prevented him. Save your lies little weak white man." another black man named Bana said. They picked Tony up and carried him out of the hotel room.

CHAPTER THREE

Chad, Africa                                             June 19, 1969

Paul McGrady stood beside Jokana in the big warehouse smiling. He and his nine IRA men just bought a lot of M16's, M60's, Ak47 Russian Assault rifles plus C-4 explosives and more from these African Black Mercenaries. Paul liked doing business with these black mercenaries because not only did they guarantee delivering his merchandise safely to Ireland, but there was no red tape or bull shit. That's one reason he left his young brother Tony in Sarh while he conducted business here in Chad. Tony still had the crazy concept that all African blacks were a bunch of savages still running around half naked throwing spears. These black mercenaries were very smart and like no other warriors Paul had ever seen. They were direct generation descendents from the powerful African General Hannibal.

Jokana turned to Paul, Before I forget Paul, I wish to apologize for putting you on hold for three days but something very serious came up that required my immediate attention, he explained.

It's quite ok, Jokana. I fully understand, Paul said smiling. It appears a white man tried to rape one of my nieces at the hotel she worked.

Paul looked mad. That's totally disgusting Jokana, me and my men here hope that you catch the son of a bitch.

Jokana looked into Paul's eyes. We not only caught him Paul, but we caught him right in the act on top of my niece. Jokana looked over Paul's shoulder.

Paul and his 9 IRA men quickly turned around. Oh my Lord, Paul said with dread in his voice in his Irish accent. Paul and his 9 men watched as two big giant black men carried Tony into the area of the warehouse where they were standing and gently sat Tony down on the floor. Tony was hand cuffed from behind his back with both his feet tied together by tape. His brother Tony looked very dirty, hungry and scared. Paul rushed to his young brother Tony holding him protectively. Please help me Paul, Tony cried.

What happened Tony how did you get here? Paul asked his young brother.

"I was drinking in my hotel room and a black Muslim woman came to my room with food, Tony said crying. I gave her a