Wild Justice [NOOK Book]

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It begins as a routine trip to South Africa. It ends in a nightmare for 400 passengers taken hostage. The hijacker is a beautiful pawn for an elusive figure-codename Caliph, whose campaign of terror has just begun. And the one man who rescued Flight 070 is the only man who can stop Caliph dead in his tracks.

His name is Major Peter Stride, commanding agent of a crack team of anti-terrorist operatives. He's used to doing battle-and winning. ...
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Overview



It begins as a routine trip to South Africa. It ends in a nightmare for 400 passengers taken hostage. The hijacker is a beautiful pawn for an elusive figure-codename Caliph, whose campaign of terror has just begun. And the one man who rescued Flight 070 is the only man who can stop Caliph dead in his tracks.

His name is Major Peter Stride, commanding agent of a crack team of anti-terrorist operatives. He's used to doing battle-and winning. But when his help is sought by the mysterious widow of one of Caliph's victims, and his own daughter is kidnapped, Stride plunges into a darker and more personal war than ever before. A war that will take him across the oceans and continents, closer to a shocking betrayal...and closer still to a madman who has the power to destroy the world and who knows Stride's every move- down to what could be his last one...
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'Wilbur Smith ... is master of his muse' – The Times

'With many best-selling novels under his belt, Wilbur Smith has earned a reputation as one of the worl&dgrave;s great action writers ... along with an enviable style'. – High Flyer

Praise for Wilbur Smith

“Smith is a master.” —Publishers Weekly

“One of the world’s most popular adventure writers.” —The Washington Post Book World

“A rare author who wields a razor-sharp sword of craftsmanship.” —Tulsa World

“Wilbur Smith is one of those benchmarks against whom others are compared.” —The Times (UK)      

"Best Historical Novelist—I say Wilbur Smith, with his swashbuckling novels of Africa.  The bodices of rip and the blood flows.  You can get lost in Wilbur Smith and misplace all of August."—Stephen King

"Action is Wilur Smith's game, and he is a master."—The Washington Post Book World

“The world’s leading adventure writer.” —Daily Express (UK)

"Wilbur Smith rarely misses a trick."—Sunday Times

“Smith is a captivating storyteller.” —The Orlando Sentinel

“No one does adventure quite like Smith.” —Daily Mirror (UK)

"A thundering good’ read is virtually the only way of describing Wilbur Smith’s books.” —The Irish Times

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429938938
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 11/17/2003
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 496
  • Sales rank: 127,850
  • File size: 390 KB

Meet the Author

Wilbur Smith is the bestselling author of many novels, each meticulously researched on his numerous expeditions worldwide. His bestselling Courtney series includes Assegai, The Sound of Thunder, Birds of Prey, Monsoon, and Blue Horizon. His other books include Those in Peril, River God, Warlock, The Seventh Scroll, and The Sunbird. His books are now translated into twenty-six languages and have sold over 120 million copies. Smith was born to a British family in Northern Rhodesia, now Zambia, in Central Africa, and attended Rhodes University in South Africa. He has homes in Cape Town, London, Switzerland and Malta.

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Wild Justice
There were only fifteen joining passengers for the British Airways flight at Victoria Airport on the island of Mahé in the oceanic republic of the Seychelles.Two couples formed a tight group as they waited their turn for departure formalities. They were all young, all deeply tanned and they seemed still carefree and relaxed by their holiday in that island paradise. However, one of them made her three companions seem insignificant by the sheer splendour of her physical presence.She was a tall girl, with long limbs and her head set on a proud, shapely neck. Her thick, sun-gilded blonde hair was twisted into a braid and coiled high on top of her head, and the sun had touched her with gold and brought out the bloom of youth and health upon her skin.As she moved with the undulating grace of one of the big predatory cats, bare feet thrust into open sandals, so the big pointed breasts joggled tautly under the thin cotton of her tee-shirt and the tight round buttocks strained the faded denim of her hacked-off shorts.Across the front of her tee-shirt was blazoned the legend 'I AM A LOVE NUT' and below it was drawn the suggestive outline of a coco-de-mer.She smiled brilliantly at the dark-skinned Seychellois immigration officer as she slid the green United States passport with its golden eagle across the desk to him, but when she turned to her male companion she spoke in quick fluent German. She retrieved her passport and led the others through into the security area.Again she smiled at the two members of the SeychellesPolice Force who were in charge of the weapons search, and she swung the net carry bag off her shoulder.'You want to check these?' she asked, and they all laughed. The bag contained two huge coco-de-mer; the grotesque fruit, each twice the size of a human head, were the most popular souvenirs of the Islands. Each of her three companions carried similar trophies in net bags, and the police officer ignored such familiar objects and instead ran his metal detector in a perfunctory manner over the canvas flight bags which made up the rest of their hand luggage. It buzzed harshly on one bag and the boy who carried it shamefacedly produced a small Nikkormat camera. More laughter and then the police officer waved the group through into the final Departure Lounge.It was already crowded with transit passengers who had boarded at Mauritius, and beyond the lounge windows the huge Boeing 747 Jumbo squatted on the tarmac, lit harshly by floodlights as the refuelling tenders fussed about her.There were no free seats in the lounge and the group of four formed a standing circle under one of the big revolving punkah fans, for the night was close and humid - and the mass of humanity in the closed room sullied the air with tobacco smoke and the smell of hot bodies.The blonde girl led the gay chatter and sudden bursts of laughter, standing inches above her two male companions and a full head above the other girl, so that they were a focus of attention for the hundreds of other passengers. Their manner had changed subtly since they entered the lounge; there was a sense of relief as though a serious obstacle had been negotiated, and an almost feverish excitement in the timbre of their laughter. They were never still, shifting restlessly from foot to foot, hands fiddling with hair or clothing.Although they were clearly a closed group, quarantined by an almost conspiratorial air of camaraderie, one of thetransit passengers left his wife sitting and stood up from his seat across the lounge.'Say, do you speak English?' he asked, as he approached the group.He was a heavy man in his middle fifties with a thick thatch of steel-grey hair, dark horn-rimmed spectacles, and the easy confident manner of success and wealth.Reluctantly the group opened for him, and it was the tall blonde girl who answered, as if by right.'Sure, I'm American also.''No kidding?' The man chuckled. 'well, what do you know.' And he was studying her with open admiration. 'I just wanted to know what those things are.' He pointed to the net bag of nuts that lay at her feet.'They are coco-de-mer,' the blonde answered.'Oh yeah, I've heard of them.''They call them "love nuts",' the girl went on, stooping to open the heavy bag at her feet. 'And you can see why.' She displayed one of the fruit for him.The double globes were joined in an exact replica of a pair of human buttocks.'Back end.' She smiled, and her teeth were so white they appeared as translucent as fine bone china.'Front end.' She turned the nut, and offered for his inspection the perfect mons veneris complete with a feminine gash and a tuft of coarse curls, and now it was clear she was flirting and teasing; she altered her stance, thrusting her hips forward slightly, and the man glanced down involuntarily at her own plump mons beneath the tight blue denim, its deep triangle bisected by the fold of material which had rucked up into the cleft.He flushed slightly and his lips parted with a small involuntary intake of breath.'The male tree has a stamen as thick and as long as your arm.' She widened her eyes to the size and colour of bluepansies, and across the lounge the man's wife stood up and came towards them, warned by some feminine instinct. She was much younger than her husband and very heavy and awkward with child.'The Seychellois will tell you that in the full moon the male pulls up its roots and walks around to mate with the females--''As long and as thick as your arm--' smiled the pretty little dark-haired girl beside her, '- wow!' She was also teasing now, and both girls dropped their gaze deliberately down the front of the man's body. He squirmed slightly, and the two young men who flanked him grinned at his discomfort.His wife reached him and tugged at his arm. There was a red angry rash of prickly heat on her throat and little beads of perspiration across her upper lip, like transparent blisters.'Harry, I'm not feeling well,' she whined softly.'I've got to go now,' he mumbled with relief, his poise and confidence shaken, and he took his wife's arm and led her away.'Did you recognize him?' asked the dark-haired girl in German, still smiling, her voice pitched very low.'Harold McKevitt,' the blonde replied softly in the same language. 'Neurosurgeon from Forth Worth. He read the closing paper to the convention on Saturday morning.' She explained. 'Big fish - very big fish,' and like a cat she ran the pink tip of her tongue across her lips.Of the four hundred and one passengers in the final Departure Lounge that Monday evening three hundred and sixty were surgeons, or their wives. The surgeons, including some of the most eminent in the world of medicine, had come from Europe and England and the United States, from Japan and South America and Asia, for the convention that had ended twenty-four hours previously on the island of Mauritius, five hundred miles to the south of Mahéisland. This was one of the first flights out since then and it had been fully booked ever since the convention had been convoked.'British Airways announces the departure of Flight BA 070 for Nairobi and London; will transit passengers please board now through the main gate.' The announcement was in the soft singsong of the Creole accent, and there was a massed movement towards the exit.Copyright © 1979 by Wilbur Smith .
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    I liked the book but my download was full of typo and missing or misspelled words, these kept breaking my concentration.

    Great action - story pace was fast. The hero was smart and fast to interpert what actions needed to be taken but has no clue on dealing with the female villen. This is typacal of Wilber Smith plots. All in All another good read.

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