Jihada: The Lost Scriptures Read online

  If Iran suspected that America no longer presented a threat; the door was open to eliminate the Zionist plague forever.

  This however was only the ‘party line’, put out to cover the surreptitious sale of American nuclear weapons to Iran, for further onward deployment in the 4 Arab nations bordering Israel. The Presidential mole was aware of this, and so now was Israel. Being a Presidential mole and CIA operative, Mario Molinari was privy to all decisions and underhand plots of President Steinberg.

  In the President’s mind, Mario was a true patriot. Mario was indeed a true patriot, but not to America; his many Middle East trips in search of the JIHADA allowed him to gather much sought after intelligence information for Israel. Mossad, the highly secretive Israeli Intelligence Agency, had always been, and still was, the most effective intelligence agency in the world, and Mario’s seniority within the CIA allowed him to stay well below the radar of suspicion as he passed on this information.

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  The first missile to be launched at Tel Aviv, the Israeli capital, was on its way as the American President was listening to Kathleen Cromwell’s update on the Middle East situation.

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  Israel was equipped with both her own and the latest American anti missile technology, and exploded it long before it neared its target. As was expected, and had always been the case, the Israelis replied in kind, and within minutes, their missile wound its way to the Palestinian missile launch site. For no apparent reason, the missile suddenly changed direction, veered 180 degrees to the South, and landed with devastating effect on Palestine’s holiest mosque in the middle of afternoon prayers. Cameras were present, and were already filming; the images of carnage immediately being flashed across the enraged Muslim world.

  Two airborne Israeli war planes on patrol within her borders also changed direction, fired up their afterburners, and after a short supersonic flight, fired their missiles at schools in the capital cities of both Iraq and Jordan, their pilots powerless to exercise any form of control. Again the cameras were present, and images of dead and mutilated children were also flashed across the Muslim world.

  Syrian, Iraqi, Jordanian and Palestinian missiles rained down on Israel cities and villages within minutes. They were already manned, primed, and targeted. Nowhere was spared; Syrian, Jordanian and Iraqi bomber planes and hundreds of suicide bombers that had been working within the State of Israel accelerated the apparent destruction.

  The Israeli people retreated deep into their bomb proof shelters.

  Israel now had little choice; there was no time to contact her treacherous American allies, total genocide beckoned.

  The nuclear button was pressed.

  Israel’s nuclear weapons did work; all of them. Few nuclear missiles remained within their Israeli silos. If the State of Israel was to be destroyed, there were to be no victors to celebrate the destruction.

  The Middle East became the nuclear Armageddon the world had sought to avoid ever since the Hiroshima and Nagasaki nightmares that ended Japan’s resistance at the end of World War Two.

  The Hiroshima bomb was rightly named “Little Boy”. It was a baby: modern weapons contained a thousand times more destructive power. It was often said that the only creature that could survive a nuclear holocaust was a cockroach; no cockroaches survived this Middle Eastern holocaust; there was no air to breath and the ground itself bubbled at several thousand degrees Celsius as the Earth’s crust fractured, and the source of all Arab wealth; the black gold called oil, spewed forth and ignited.

  The victory engineered by Iran was a shallow one. Her secret alliance with Israel had always been a tenuous one, never the less; Iran was in a win/win situation. Her newly acquired empire would be uninhabitable for a thousand years as nothing would grow on a sea of glass; however her pact with Israel was still intact; she had stayed out of the conflict.

  ‘Fucking hell; - fucking - fucking hell’. Was the President’s inevitable response as the news was brought in by one of Kathleen’s staff, just as the meeting was about to be brought to a close. The destruction of much of the Middle East was still taking place as the President swore. This was happening on his watch; it was happening to a country that he, on behalf of the American people had treacherously sworn to protect.

  It got worse, much worse; his initial report had only been of the missile attacks on Israel, soon news of Israel’s response started to flood in. No country would possibly initiate a nuclear first strike. The first missile to land on Israeli soil had been a little more than one hour before Israel had pressed the nuclear button. Why hadn’t the Israelis waited for America to intervene? Half the damned American fleet was in or around the Gulf or the Eastern Mediterranean. The fleet had enough fire power to subdue the entire Arab nation without resorting to nuclear weapons. Why had Israel so suddenly decided to self destruct? There seemed to be no logic in it whatsoever.

  Israel knew that America would not intervene; she may have continued to make all the appropriate noises, but deep within President Steinberg’s administration was a very definite undercurrent of anti Israeli sympathy. The people in power were aware of the financial strangle hold that Israel exerted over the American finances. The elimination of the State of Israel would solve many problems.

  The JIHADA looked on with a mixture of anger and satisfaction. The death of millions of Muslims had no bearing on the outcome even though it had not been in the overall plan. It was now time to focus his attention elsewhere.

  It was time to focus his attention on the Great Satan itself.

  Firstly there had to be a breakdown in the whole fabric of law and order, and piece by piece, the whole edifice would come tumbling down. His formidable powers bore down on America; his powers of mind control and mass hypnosis were employed. The American Infidels would unwittingly contribute to their own self destruction.

  Only his brother stood in his way. He was aware that Michael was now beyond his reach. He was also aware of the extra powers of McNaught and Theodore that Michael could now call on. Their combined power was greater than his own considerable power; he could feel the growing powers of McNaught, soon, he would no longer be in control. He would have to break the rules and call upon Allah for assistance.

  The Prophesy of THE LOST SCRIPTURES was an absolute; ultimately Islam would reign supreme, of that the JIHADA was sure. Allah had waited 1500 years for this moment; Allah would allow him to break the rules. Whatever was needed to be done would be done.

  Then there would only be Islam.

  CHAPTER 19

  The Rules

  On leaving the Welsh coastline, a shell shocked Theodore Warburton, and an equally disturbed Sir James McNaught settled down into the luxury that was the Presidential plane. This was not ‘Airforce One’, the platform from which President Steinberg would direct the next world war; this was known among his friends as quite simply, “The Palace”, and was the aircraft of choice for most of the President’s overseas visit’s, be they business or business mixed with pleasure. Sally, his wife loved the plane, and always referred to it as her mobile home, after all, the interior décor was mostly of her choice.

  The previous First Lady had overseen the luxurious fittings and décor in what was a brand new aircraft, however, as with most women of power, even if only assumed power, it was of the greatest importance that the stamp of her own identity and personality were indelibly enshrined throughout the aircraft.

  The two CIA men sat either side of Theodore and McNaught at a polished business table, and Michael, the boy magician sat opposite with the two CIA men that had greeted them as they had climbed on board.

  Frank, an exceptionally large man with a Zapata moustache and the senior of the CIA contingency who had travelled with them from the Cotswold cottage, dabbed a trickle of blood that had soaked through his trouser leg; he had sustained a slight wound to his thigh as he was about to close the plane door. Perhaps it was simply a stray bullet from the gun battle that was by now raging within the undamaged
section of the airport. It was however more likely to have been an aimed bullet; the Fatwa on Michael and Theodore had been broadcast on every UK TV channel, and close on 10 million UK Muslims would willingly go to Paradise for the privilege and honor of carrying it out. It was no coincidence that the massive airport explosion had taken place seconds after they had entered the terminal.

  Theodore asked the recently arrived CIA men for an update on the overall situation. Little was forthcoming; little was known. Since arriving into Birmingham airport, all forms of communication, other than the reporting of the imposition of Sharia law appeared to be blocked - often all that was transmitted across the whole spectrum was an Arabic call to arms for all Muslims across the world. Every TV channel in the UK was transmitting the same message 24 hours a day. Most of the TV channels throughout the world were also transmitting the same message.

  ‘We can try to transmit now sir if you would like’, offered Frank, ‘there is a good chance that we can transmit and receive on an American military frequency’.

  Theodore nodded at the man as he spoke, ‘anything that comes through Frank put on speaker please; after what we have just been through, I think it is fair to say that there are no secrets on this plane.’

  Everyone around the table smiled; the smile was one of both relief and release.

  NcNaught’s thoughts strayed to the young Lieutenant that had spoken to them at the airport. Was he still alive he wondered? Michael and Theodore were listening in to McNaught’s thoughts, and as he became aware of it, he blocked them out. Both Theodore and Michael smiled at each other. They had chosen wisely; McNaught’s powers were growing rapidly; soon, not even the JIHADA would be able to unlock his mind. Michael thought back to the hypnotic power struggle he had had with him in the car. On that occasion he had won and had eventually managed to break his resistance; McNaught had taken him to the very limits of his powers. He doubted that the outcome would be the same in any future battle of wills; McNaught was indeed acquiring an ever accelerating power of magic.

  All thoughts of magic suddenly disappeared as the speakers burst into life, and the President’s voice was heard. ‘Theodore, where the fucking hell have you been, Mario has been trying to contact you for ages. All hell has broken loose all over the fucking world. Everyone wants to kill everyone else, and I hear that in the UK, the end of the world is nearly there; is everyone OK, and did you manage to get hold of the boy wonder’? The way that things are taking off at the moment, the only thing that is likely to restore any kind of order is the magic you reckon he possesses; if you are wrong, we are in deep shit, and so is the rest of the fucking world’!

  ‘Yes Mr. President sir’ Theodore nodded at both Michael and McNaught as he spoke, ‘I do indeed have the boy wonder as my prized possession, and other than a slight scrape on Frank’s leg, we are all A1. You are right about the UK though sir, it does appear to be total anarchy. Interestingly, Michael had just explained to us how the Muslims had managed to gain a majority in the houses of Parliament, not more than a couple of hours before they played their hand and voted in total Sharia law. That is what set the ball rolling over here, and everything simply escalated from there’.

  ‘Didn’t the idiots know that this would happen, it seems pretty obvious to me; what the hell did they expect when they overturned hundreds of years of tradition and handed their country over to the fucking Muslims’?

  Michael nodded at Theodore who went on. ‘It appears that this escalation into anarchy was their intention in the first place, worse still sir, many of the higher ranks within the armed forces and the police service have been infiltrated by undercover Muslims, and seem to have secured the majority of the weapons’.

  ‘Any news on their nukes’? President Steinberg sounded genuinely concerned. ‘I have instructed the military boffins to initiate a code red and jam the detonation system on everything that we have delivered to them. Unless they have cracked the code, they will be totally inoperable; I didn’t want them to be aware if it but I had no choice but to let their Prime Minister know’.

  ‘No sir, we have been virtually blind since we first entered the country, all that the radios and televisions are pumping out are war messages for all Muslims in Arabic. They are calling for every man, woman, and child to die for Allah who waits for them in Paradise. From what I have seen, many of them are already there; however as long as the Prime minister and his cabinet are still on board, the situation with their nuclear weapons is pretty stable. I think that the code red was essential sir until the political situation stabilizes; unless they try to use them, they will remain totally unaware of its’ existence as long as the Prime Minister can be trusted’.

  ‘OK Theodore, get in as quick as you can, I am in a meeting now, and have just heard that our friends the Israelis and the Palestinians are growling at each other again; we need to jump in on that one pretty quickly before they start throwing punches and biting each other; the last thing that we need is another fucking problem in the Middle East.

  The problem in the Middle East hadn’t yet turned to biting and punching; it was still a couple of hours away.

  The radio went quiet as Frank the CIA man spoke. ‘It’s going to kick off this time you know; the Arabs saw what happened to our cruise missiles. The Admiralty think that they had kept it hushed up, but from the whispers that we are receiving, I mean those that are being picked up by our Middle East operatives, they now feel that for the first time ever, they can strike and obliterate Israel without any fear of reprisals from the US.

  It is going to kick off for sure, and I reckon that this whole Muslim uprising is pointing in that direction; they have always wanted the elimination of Israel, both as a race, and as a country. I’ve got a feeling though that if they do, they will have bit off more than they can chew. We are getting mixed messages from our operatives in Israel; much of them I am sure are coming directly from Mossad the Israeli secret service. No one has any idea what Mossad are up to and never have had; so when information starts to leak from them, it is because they want it to. Mark my words, the Israeli’s are planning something big and it is coming pretty soon’.

  ‘It’s a good theory Frank’, cut in Theodore, ‘but why involve the rest of the world? The bombing of Mecca was always going to ignite the entire Muslim world, but where does Britain, Africa and the Far East fit into a plot to get rid of Israel? What you say may well happen, but surely that would only be a sub plot, there is something much more sinister than a sub plot, and I am sure that Michael is just dying to explain’.

  Michael smiled, bowed his head slightly, and as his eyes looked upwards, he passed a thought to Theodore. McNaught read the thought, and without hesitation spoke to Theodore in a commanding tone. ‘You told us Theodore that you entered the mind of the JIHADA at the airport without him being aware of it; I think that it now a pretty good time to tell us what you found there’.

  Before Theodore had time to reply, Frank butted in. ‘Excuse me gentlemen, looking at where the sun is, we appear to be flying due north, and are no longer over the sea. That looks like snow or ice below us, and we are pretty damn close to it. We are most certainly not at 35,000 feet like the Pilot said; in fact we are well within hand held missile range, particularly those damned French missiles that are cropping up all over the place.

  As the men on board crowded towards the windows, Ice and snow was exactly what they saw. There was no land between England and America other than Ireland, and as Ireland was not covered in snow at the end of July, where the hell were they?

  The cockpit door opened and a worried looking co-pilot entered the cabin. ‘We seem to have a problem Gentlemen’, he said calmly, ‘we have lost all control over the plane, and we haven’t got a clue where we are. One minute we were on auto pilot over the Atlantic, and the next minute, the plane had changed course, and crazy though it seems, we appear to be over the polar ice cap heading God knows where; the compasses and direction finders are all spinning wildly. Captain Reisebourg seems to be
in some sort of a trance and will not respond to anything I say to him’.

  Theodore took immediate control of the situation, and nodding to the two CIA men sitting opposite said, ‘Please bring Captain Reisbourg into the cabin here to join us’, and turning to the co-pilot said calmly, ‘please set the plane back onto auto pilot and come and join us also’.

  ‘But sir’, the co-pilot said, almost shouting, ‘you don’t seem to understand; the plane is descending rapidly, and we are heading for a mountain range about 50 miles to the north, I have got to take over the controls from the pilot; that is aviation law’.

  ‘Please do as I say’. Theodore said firmly. ‘There is nothing that you can do with the controls’.

  The co pilot understood a command delivered in the tone that Theodore had just spoken in; there was an air of indisputable authority that was not to be challenged. He left the cabin only to return a minute or so later, and strapping himself in to a vacant seat, he looked at Frank as he spoke. ‘I am not in agreement with this Frank; unless I take control of the plane and do it now, we are all going to die. You are the senior CIA man on board; surely you can countermand this stupid order? Look out of the window Frank, that isn’t the Atlantic; oh fuck, look at that, we are heading for an erupting volcano’.

  McNaught suddenly felt fear; after all the attempts on his life these last couple of days, he had decided that he wanted to live; not die in the raging volcano that he could now see through the cabin window.

  Michael read his thoughts, and together with Theodore flashed a message to him. He smiled, and sat back in his chair, carefully monitoring any movement of the Pilot and co Pilot that may endanger them. They must not touch the controls.

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  The pilotless plane flew steadily lower towards the bright red fire that engulfed the mouth of the erupting volcano. Flames and a plume of angry black smoke containing rock particles as big as boulders shot skywards with a roar that shook the very fabric of the plane. The passengers could now feel the radiant heat as the paint on the wings and fuselage began to bubble and catch fire. Soon the aviation fuel would ignite and explode. The co pilot undid his seat belt and ran towards the cockpit, only to be rugby tackled by the nearest CIA man who held the screaming man down in a tight choking headlock.