Deadly Conflict – Beginning of the End

By W.J.Hallan

In retaliation against attack by Western Forces, the Iraqi Secret Service has devised a plan to devastate the West The Beginning of the End.

In a frantic race against time the West launches an operation to stop the death of thousands of innocent civilians.

What initially transpired to be a routine counter-terrorism surveillance operation in Iraq escalates dangerously for Will and Vanilla on the trail of their man, when prey turns hunter. Despite the Intelligence Services MI6, NSA and the CIA using technology and parapsychology so secret with devastating results, never revealed to the public, somehow the enemy is only one step behind them and gaining.

What also does not help is Will falling hopelessly in love with his colleague and opposite number working for the NSA, the beautiful, talented and very capable Vanilla. An unhelpful combination, when the two intelligence agents are pitting their wits against a dangerous enemy stopping at nothing to destroy them both.

A thrilling action packed, explosive, fast moving international espionage - adventure thriller. The first book in the Trilogy of Deadly Conflict Espionage thrillers set in the aftermath of post War Iraq, dealing with the horrors of the backlash of Terrorism unleashed! More information about W.J.Hallans exciting novels is available on the website www.wjhallan.com

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jul 19, 2006
• ISBN: 9781467010535

W.J.Hallan

W.J.Hallan was born in England in 1954, to Polish parents who settled in West Yorkshire - England, after the War. His Father completed military service during the Second World War in the Polish Army commanded by General Anders, serving in Egypt and Italy. On the Battlefield of Monte Cassino in Italy, he was wounded and subsequently decorated with the Virtuti Militarii, the highest Polish military honour, equivalent to the Victoria Cross. After a false start working for the Civil Service, W.J.Hallan left and studied Industrial Design Engineering, graduating in 1977. Then commenced a successful career in Product Design Engineering, designing television, audio, computer and military products as an in house designer for various companies. Whilst working as Design Manager for a company in Leeds, redundancy encouraged him to go into business as a Design Consultant. His writing career started by narrating bedtime stories to his two young daughters, captivated them night by night, even though he had no idea how and and in what direction the stories would develop, as there was no prior planning. He has a passion for good food, books, art and design, motorcars, history and a keen interest in parapsychology related to human development. W.J.Hallan resides with his partner in Lancashire - England, writing novels and working as a Product Design Engineer.

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© 2007 W.J.Hallan. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

First published by AuthorHouse 3/2/2007

ISBN: 978-1-4259-4514-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-1053-5 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2006905673

Printed in the United States of America

Bloomington, Indiana

Contents

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

The right of W J Hallan to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

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This novel is a work of fiction. All names and characters, other than obvious historical figures in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Designs, Works of Design and Design Projects other than obvious actual and historical Designs, are fictitious and purely the work of the Authors imagination.

Front cover and Illustrations © 2006 by Trevor Mitchell.

To Eric Marshall, whose enthusiasm and perfection in the Art of Industrial Design was invaluable in writing this book.

Unbeknown to the Central Intelligence Agency, the Iraqi Secret Service has ensured that after the first Gulf War, any further attack by Western Forces be punished by disproportionate countermeasures. Soon after the start of the second Gulf War, western intelligence stumbles on the plan dubbed ‘The Beginning of the End.’ A frantic race against time to stop the death of thousands of innocent civilians is launched.

What initially transpired to be a routine counter-terrorism surveillance operation in Iraq escalates dangerously for Will and Vanilla on the trail of their man, when prey turns hunter. Despite MI6, NSA and the CIA using technology and parapsychology so secret with devastating results, never revealed to the public, somehow the enemy is only one step behind them and gaining. What also does not help is Will falling hopelessly in love with his colleague and opposite number working for the NSA, the beautiful, talented and very capable Vanilla. An unhelpful combination, when the two intelligence agents are pitting their wits against a dangerous enemy stopping at nothing to destroy them both.

The fact that powerful shadowy elements within western governments are inflicting damage on the West to control their democracies and actively support the terrorists in their aims creates more dilemmas. Factions within MI6, the NSA and CIA are fighting each other, but the cost of the damage will be millions dead, unless Will & Vanilla and their counterparts in the US can locate the weapons of mass destruction threatening to devastate England and America.

A thrilling action packed, explosive, fast moving international espionage - adventure thriller. With exotic fast cars, motor yachts and technically advanced gadgets and weapons.

This is the first book in the trilogy of ‘Deadly Conflict’ espionage thrillers set in the aftermath of post War Iraq, dealing with the horrors of the backlash of terrorism unleashed!

Look out for the second book, ‘Deadly Conflict’ - Conspiracy of Silence, sequel to ‘Deadly Conflict’ - Beginning of the End, in the ‘Deadly Conflict’ trilogy of books.

Also, the first book of the new trilogy; ‘World Conflict’ – Dark Sky, continuing the story of Will’s families’ past exploits, set in the dark days before the Second World War.

More information about W.J.Hallan’s exciting novels is available on the website www.wjhallan.com

PROLOGUE 

Northern Iraq - March 18th 2003

Iraq War - The Beginning of the End Meeting.

A busy day followed by a drive through dreary landscape. Will felt weary, normally looking forward to driving home, but today not so. Above, ominous grey puffed up pregnant clouds, shaped like giant cigars drifted across the sky, poised to deliver their offspring, to cover the earth in a clean white but bitterly cold blanket of snow.

Will driving his Jaguar X Type R, with suspension settings in comfort mode to ease his current disposition, patiently drifted through the dense traffic, cosseted against the sometimes harsh stresses of running his business and the depressing bad weather. Putting on a favourite classical CD Will tried to relax, melting into the pleasant luxurious surroundings of the burr walnut and pale ivory leather interior of the Jaguar. Not quite knowing what prompted him, looked across into the right hand lane.

Stopped against a red traffic light, he noticed a Black Mini Cooper S. He could tell it was a Cooper S by the vent on the front wing with a Zigzag ‘S’ logo in red. Interest roused, he glanced across at the driver. Relaxed, leaning back into her leather sports seat, with one hand on the steering wheel and left holding the gear lever, sat a bewitchingly beautiful blonde. Suddenly Will’s lethargy took a running jump into the canal at the side of the road.

Impassively sitting waiting for the lights to turn to green. Her long Golden hair parted in the middle, with long fringe curling and flicked back, covering her face down to her lips. An oval face with lips full but sensual and a delicate nose, breathtakingly beautiful! He stared at her. His reward was a turn of her head and a flicker of a smile that seemed to cross her lips - as if to say she’d had many men pay homage. Unbeknown to Will the traffic lights had turned to green. The Mini Cooper S sped off, Will left stunned in her wake, hypnotised by her beauty!

Curiously he heard the gruff sound of what seemed to be a dog barking, turning his head round seeing only traffic, pressed the switch for the electric window, slid it open and poked his head out. Behind, the driver of a non-descript saloon car, obviously a dab hand at the art of patience, was wildly gesticulating, cigarette in hand, mouthing obscenities at him. His voice so low pitched and damaged by years of smoking that from the calm interior of his Jaguar, had been mistaken for a barking dog. Will laughed out loud, slammed the gearlever into drive, squeezed the accelerator and with all four tyres squealing under protest shot away. The gorgeous blonde was nowhere to be seen. Invigorated he drove home, his spirits raised, with a smile on his once weary face.

…….Will shook his head, mind drifting again, pleasurably but in his predicament, dangerously. Motionless, trying hard to stay alert, he concentrated on the small farmhouse in the middle of the countryside. Surrounded by a small wood, Will had checked the house earlier. It was empty, though fully furnished. Curiously, hidden behind was an underground garage, camouflaged he guessed to pass scrutiny from the air, stocked with jerry cans containing petrol & diesel fuel.

In the far distance flashes of light briefly lit up the horizon, Baghdad was on fire again. The sky was cloudless. Above millions of stars sparkled with intensity, only visible in the clear air of the Middle East. From time to time shooting stars would arc across the sky providing a free of charge fireworks display.

The crescent moon cast an eerie glow over the darkness of the night. A cool night tinged with a warm silent breeze. Will wondered if it was finally going to happen tonight? According to the intelligence briefing MI6 had given, zero hour was fast approaching, the Iraqi’s being forced to play their final hand.

He’d earlier agreed on the nine till eleven watch, allowing him a good nights sleep when he got back home. In the corner of his eye he noticed movement along the road. He counted four vehicles moving slowly without lights towards the house.

Quickly he went back into the house, positioning himself behind the cupboard in the corner of the lounge, outside hearing the crunch of tyres on sand and arid soil come to a halt. Moments later five heavily armed Presidential Guards came in carefully placing a sports bag on the table, the house remaining in darkness. Shortly after three civilians, an African, Asian and a white Caucasian entered.

The leader of the Iraqi’s, a Major, spoke softly in excellent English, Comrades, we have very little time, the barbaric Americans’ and English will shortly try to destroy our beloved country. The time has come to teach the enemy a lesson. Plagues will be unleashed which will bring them to their knees, we will return from the brink and judge them for their deeds. You have been trained and tasked with the destruction of Babylon’s enemies. Each of you will receive the means to achieve victory in the deadly conflict, which is the beginning of the end for them. You are the true heroes of the revolution that will sweep the West into defeat and the rise of Babylon to power and victory. Take these weapons of mass destruction and earn your due reward in heaven. May God in his wisdom, guide and protect you.

The Captain nodded to his Sergeant, who whispered in the white Caucasians ear, Heindrick, follow me I have the provisions which you requested! They walked out of the house to the underground garage, swinging the large door up then shutting it behind them. Switching on the lights he pointed to a rucksack in the corner, I believe that’s what you requested." Heindrick walked over opened it and took out a Walther P99 with a box of ammo and checking that the Walthers magazine was loaded, stuffed it into his trousers behind his belt.

Dig deeper there is more in the bag. Heindrick dipped into the bag withdrawing a miniature Mobile Phone, the Display of which was broken. My mobile, I thought I had lost it, He mumbled hesitantly. Well, Sergeant, thank-you, you have made me happy tonight! Heindrick drew the P99, pulling back the slide, which released the first cartridge from the magazine into the breach of the nozzle, and pointed the Walther at the Sergeants chest. So why give me the gun? He asked.

It took a long time to figure you out. The signal’s too brief to track. Our piece de resistance was to segregate each of you away from each other whilst training, thus being able to monitor individually. Though the signals you sent were sporadic, we eventually isolated you from the others and guessed you were the traitor.

Too bad you gave me the P99!

Well, actually I misled you, we could not trace any signals, but you were always the prime suspect, had you not turned the gun on me, we would have let you go.

The Sergeant spoke again; I have the keys to the truck if you want them. Heindrick answered, Go ahead The Sergeant reached into his coat pocket, Heindrick rapidly but softly spoke,

Slowly Sergeant, slowly, throw them onto the floor. Picking the keys up, he sharply pushed the P99 against the side of his opponents’ head, expertly body searched him, one handed pulling out a slim six-inch knife and a distinctively non-standard military issue 9mm Glock automatic pistol.

Let’s go Sergeant, lead the way, he prompted.

The Sergeant swung open the garage doors and walked towards a four-wheel drive Mitsubishi. Before we get in, puncture one tyre on each of the remaining vehicles, just do it carefully, no tricks. Heindrick pushed him towards the nearest vehicle handing him the knife he had just removed from him. Standing back a little, hearing each tyre hastily expel air. Removing the knife he whispered to his captive, Get in through the passenger side and drive, Sergeant. He cautiously motioned him to get into the vehicle then climbed aboard after him. Keeping the gun pointed at his head handed him the keys. Turn the car round as quickly as you can and head for Baghdad. After firing the engine up he swung the 4WD round in the farmyard then with all 4 wheels fighting for grip gunned the vehicle out onto the road. Looking back behind him, Heindrick saw the soldiers at the farmhouse running out then two of the vehicles trying to follow, but because of the flat tyres giving up.

Five miles down the road Heindrick ordered the Sergeant to stop, turn off the engine and hand him the keys. Then get out of the vehicle and walk 20 metres in front. Heindrick switched the ignition back on, fired up the engine, engaging transmission into drive, revved the engine hard and accelerated ahead past his captive, waving him goodbye.

A mile up the road whilst still driving, he took out his cell phone, switched it on and punched in a number. Tersely he gave out his codename, position and a rendezvous in thirty minutes time.

Back at the farmhouse, the Major was on his radio, Let me know as soon as you trace the call and pin point its destination. He grinned a smug grin and said to his fellow officers, Thanks to Russian technology and their satellites, we will solve our little problem. Ten minutes later the radio buzzed, Major, we have a fix! The senior officer pointed two fingers at his head and nodded to his subordinate, who removed a small transmitter from his pocket, switched it on and pressed a button. A split second later they heard a subdued boom in the distant night air. All that Heindrick remembered whilst driving before being thrown twenty feet in the air, was a wall of fire and intense heat, before blacking out and ending his existence.

Will, still watching and listening at the farmhouse, decided to call it a day and return. Then he felt that sickening feeling which made him uncomfortable and with a whoosh, landed back home.

* * * * *

Eridu, Sumer - March 15th, 12,808 BC

Meeting of the Elite of the Nefilim.

It was a beautiful day, cloudless with a clear bright blue sky, as it was everyday. The canopy of the Firmament created an ideal temperature all over the earth from the North Pole to the South Pole. Humidity was carefully controlled. There was no rain and no snow. Life on earth flourished bountifully. But all this was to change, as had been predicted, a cataclysm was to visit earth, to wreak havoc, death and destruction.

The imposing structure was located in the midst of five tall pyramids of different sizes, with flat cut off tops and long flights of stairs from top to bottom. All had space craft parked on top. Two of which were triangular shaped and three similar to the shape of two inverted saucers. All pyramids were clad with white limestone, their flat tops capped with gold.

The structure consisted of a rectangular building, with tall columns all the way round. At one end rose a towering spherical gold dome and at the other protruded a taller four-sided tapering tower shaped like a needle, capped with a pyramid of shining gold.

Within the structure in a large chamber directly under the dome, were seated the forty-two Masters of the Elite Brethren, at a large round black marble table. The Leader, at the head of the table, dressed in a long black robe, decorated with gold stripes and intricate star and moon shaped patterns was the Grand Master of Babylon. He was the direct incarnate descendant of the Annunaki, who first came to Earth four hundred and fifty thousand years ago.

The Grand Master De Seclair of Sumer - Atlantis, was unveiling his post-catastrophic plan. His rasping voice boomed and echoed throughout the vast chamber.

Elite Brethren, A long time ago we came to planet Earth. When our workers rebelled against the toil imposed on them, we created man and woman mixed from our genes and that of Homo erectus to become our slaves!

As you well know, eventually man and woman rebelled and developed psychic faculties to such an extent they now threaten our very existence. After many wars with the other extra-terrestrials and man on Earth, we have finally come to an uneasy truce. But being what we are, our numbers are rapidly declining and we are losing power. To survive we need to feed on man and woman, we have to drink their life force, their blood, without it we will perish and cease to exist. Our continuing existence also relies on maintaining pure bloodlines.

After the coming cataclysm planned, some of our brethren will go into the bowels of the earth, some to sanctuaries on the Moon and some to Mars. When Earth has stabilised we will return. I vow to you, that a New World Order will be imposed!

The iron fist of our rule will be stamped on our former slaves - man and woman! Clenching his fist he slammed it down onto the table, the sound reverberating around the walls of the chamber.

He continued, Using guile and deceit we will remove their power. Blindness and the mindless intellect of the cattle of the field will consume them. A stupor of drunkenness and drug-induced emptiness will subdue them into helpless willing slaves. Psychic powers weakened, we will carefully manipulate some religions to stupefy them into inadvertently worshipping ourselves their creators! Their newfound beliefs will be communicated by us to their Spiritual Leaders and disseminated throughout people on Earth. Religions will create conflict, each uniquely claiming to profess the truth. We will foment violence, murder, killings and wars on a scale never before seen or dreamt of. Under the banner of religion we will destroy the Lemurian beliefs that sought to bring down our rule and thus impose the New World Order on Mankind.

The Grand Master paused for a moment taking a sip of wine from his gold chalice before continuing. We will control commerce, trade, rulers and principalities, governments, wealth, education and the monetary system. Key people in all positions of power will be ours or become our puppets controlled demonically from the Astral Plane. If we cannot control them we will blackmail through sexual perversion and financial corruption. All this enacted slowly and stealthily. Without our victims being aware that their will and lifeblood is being sapped away.

Pausing he softly intoned, The master plan is likened to mans relationship with cattle and fowl reared for food and clothing. A shepherds sheep blindly follow their master, he feeds them, protects them from harm, they follow him. When the time comes to kill them for food, they willingly follow him to meet their death! So too shall we become man’s shepherds. When the time is right, he paused staring at the assembled whilst looking around the chamber, We will lead ….the sheep …. to their slaughter!

CHAPTER 1  

Skipton, North Yorkshire, England. -