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Invisible Enemy in Kazakhstan
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Invisible Enemy in Kazakhstan
Peter Cave
Ultimate soldier. Ultimate mission. But will the SAS be able to defeat what awaits them inside a top secret Nazi research facility?In the 1990s, sketchy reports of an accident in a high-security research facility deep within the remote, mountainous region of Kazakhstan filter through to American intelligence. A Russian army team sent in to investigate disappears without trace. The Chinese, terrified that their territory might be threatened by the leak, turn to Britain, an unlikely ally, for help.Only one group of men is capable of discovering the truth behind the underground facility, and the SAS are sent in. In so doing they will have the chance to settle a score which goes back almost half a century but they will also face a new and terrifying enemy – one that will test their endurance, and their equipment, to the limit.
Invisible Enemy in Kazakhstan
PETER CAVE
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
www.harpercollins.co.uk (http://www.harpercollins.co.uk)
First published in Great Britain by 22 Books/Bloomsbury Publishing plc 1994
Copyright © Bloomsbury Publishing plc 1994
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers 2016
Cover Photographs © Nik Keevil (soldier); Shutterstock.com (textures)
Peter Cave asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 9780008155155
Ebook Edition © December 2015 ISBN: 9780008155162
Version: 2015-11-02
Contents
Cover (#u003bc15e-e71a-5243-8c43-6c59354c6f2e)
Title Page (#u02d5d911-7ce4-5308-a53f-8ab1d5a913f5)
Copyright (#uc80ba62b-b8ca-51bd-81b3-d128a8e4d6d5)
Chapter 1 (#uea564a23-0f29-5e41-bb7a-273d2f5fde66)
Chapter 2 (#u4a371093-4fd7-5733-a38a-bf3cd884ad31)
Chapter 3 (#uf9a9f0ad-f8ec-5a80-815a-22db1b593dc7)
Chapter 4 (#ud6cc7fa5-edc1-555b-9d37-e9ad8947bc9c)
Chapter 5 (#u3f4cadd6-41c7-52ed-a538-9452e56a20bd)
Chapter 6 (#uad424d30-0c86-5fd0-a09a-aa6e2ff68290)
Chapter 7 (#u9467e782-565f-5952-b957-6c0f5482c46f)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
OTHER TITLES IN THE SAS OPERATION SERIES (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Footnotes (#litres_trial_promo)
1 (#u704970d2-4b81-5c76-838d-5796eadd4af6)
Moscow – March 1945
General Sergei Oropov sucked deeply on a thin, knobbly cheroot of black Balkan tobacco, inhaling the acrid smoke and attempting to savour it. Failing, he sprayed it out from between his clenched teeth, sending it jetting on its way with a convulsive, chesty cough. The faintly blue smoke rose towards the high ceiling of the large, overheated and airless office, blending into a murky pall made thicker by the steam escaping from a leaking radiator. The heating system, along with the ventilation fans, had been faulty for over three months now, and it was still impossible to find labour sufficiently skilled to fix it.
‘Thank God this damned war will soon be over,’ Oropov muttered testily, knowing that it could be merely a matter of weeks before Germany was finally forced to capitulate. Russian troops had almost reached the Oder, the Western Allies had established a firm bridgehead east of the Rhine and troopers of Britain’s already legendary 1 and 2 Squadron SAS ranged throughout Europe, organizing and arming local resistance fighters and carrying out long-range reconnaissance and sabotage attacks as far north as Hamburg and Lübeck.
The remark was not really intended as dialogue, more as a private thought expressed aloud. Nevertheless, Oropov’s companion took it up, seizing on the opportunity for a mild rebuke to be administered, a propaganda point to be gained.
Tovan Leveski’s thin lips parted slightly in a mirthless smile. ‘One does not thank God any more – one thanks Stalin. It was the strength of the Russian bear which crushed the German jackal to death. But of course, comrade, I agree with your sentiments, at least. It will be good to have our brave young men back from the German front – to finish our necessary business in Poland.’
It was Oropov’s turn to smile, but with faintly malicious humour.
‘That too, of course. Although, personally, I was more looking forward to buying some decent Cuban cigars.’
Oropov’s grey eyes twinkled briefly as Leveski twitched, reacting uncomfortably to the obvious jibe. It felt good to score a point over the man, whom Oropov both disliked and distrusted. It was not just the fact that he was, basically, a civilian; it went a lot deeper than that, with potentially more sinister implications.
Leveski represented a new and unknown quantity. The exact nature of his sudden new post was ill-defined, as if deliberately vague. There were mutterings and rumours in the corridors of the Kremlin. No longer obsessed with matters of war, Stalin was stirring politically again. There was talk of new purges to come, of heads rolling and personnel once again disappearing at short notice and in suspicious circumstances. Stalin’s feared secret police, previously concerned with purely internal matters, were now extending their awesome powers. Now the newly formed KGB, with people like Leveski at its head, were moving in to take an active interest in military, European and overseas matters. It impinged directly on Oropov’s authority as head of wartime intelligence, and it was extremely disquieting. It was definitely a time for staying on top, and being clearly seen to be on top. A time to know exactly what was happening all around oneself – and, even more important, who was making it happen and why.
With these thoughts in mind, Oropov decided it was politic to adopt a more conciliatory attitude towards his companion.
‘Speaking of Poland, Tovan Leveski, what news from Warsaw?’
Peter Cave
Ultimate soldier. Ultimate mission. But will the SAS be able to defeat what awaits them inside a top secret Nazi research facility?In the 1990s, sketchy reports of an accident in a high-security research facility deep within the remote, mountainous region of Kazakhstan filter through to American intelligence. A Russian army team sent in to investigate disappears without trace. The Chinese, terrified that their territory might be threatened by the leak, turn to Britain, an unlikely ally, for help.Only one group of men is capable of discovering the truth behind the underground facility, and the SAS are sent in. In so doing they will have the chance to settle a score which goes back almost half a century but they will also face a new and terrifying enemy – one that will test their endurance, and their equipment, to the limit.
Invisible Enemy in Kazakhstan
PETER CAVE
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
www.harpercollins.co.uk (http://www.harpercollins.co.uk)
First published in Great Britain by 22 Books/Bloomsbury Publishing plc 1994
Copyright © Bloomsbury Publishing plc 1994
Cover layout design © HarperCollinsPublishers 2016
Cover Photographs © Nik Keevil (soldier); Shutterstock.com (textures)
Peter Cave asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBN: 9780008155155
Ebook Edition © December 2015 ISBN: 9780008155162
Version: 2015-11-02
Contents
Cover (#u003bc15e-e71a-5243-8c43-6c59354c6f2e)
Title Page (#u02d5d911-7ce4-5308-a53f-8ab1d5a913f5)
Copyright (#uc80ba62b-b8ca-51bd-81b3-d128a8e4d6d5)
Chapter 1 (#uea564a23-0f29-5e41-bb7a-273d2f5fde66)
Chapter 2 (#u4a371093-4fd7-5733-a38a-bf3cd884ad31)
Chapter 3 (#uf9a9f0ad-f8ec-5a80-815a-22db1b593dc7)
Chapter 4 (#ud6cc7fa5-edc1-555b-9d37-e9ad8947bc9c)
Chapter 5 (#u3f4cadd6-41c7-52ed-a538-9452e56a20bd)
Chapter 6 (#uad424d30-0c86-5fd0-a09a-aa6e2ff68290)
Chapter 7 (#u9467e782-565f-5952-b957-6c0f5482c46f)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
OTHER TITLES IN THE SAS OPERATION SERIES (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
Footnotes (#litres_trial_promo)
1 (#u704970d2-4b81-5c76-838d-5796eadd4af6)
Moscow – March 1945
General Sergei Oropov sucked deeply on a thin, knobbly cheroot of black Balkan tobacco, inhaling the acrid smoke and attempting to savour it. Failing, he sprayed it out from between his clenched teeth, sending it jetting on its way with a convulsive, chesty cough. The faintly blue smoke rose towards the high ceiling of the large, overheated and airless office, blending into a murky pall made thicker by the steam escaping from a leaking radiator. The heating system, along with the ventilation fans, had been faulty for over three months now, and it was still impossible to find labour sufficiently skilled to fix it.
‘Thank God this damned war will soon be over,’ Oropov muttered testily, knowing that it could be merely a matter of weeks before Germany was finally forced to capitulate. Russian troops had almost reached the Oder, the Western Allies had established a firm bridgehead east of the Rhine and troopers of Britain’s already legendary 1 and 2 Squadron SAS ranged throughout Europe, organizing and arming local resistance fighters and carrying out long-range reconnaissance and sabotage attacks as far north as Hamburg and Lübeck.
The remark was not really intended as dialogue, more as a private thought expressed aloud. Nevertheless, Oropov’s companion took it up, seizing on the opportunity for a mild rebuke to be administered, a propaganda point to be gained.
Tovan Leveski’s thin lips parted slightly in a mirthless smile. ‘One does not thank God any more – one thanks Stalin. It was the strength of the Russian bear which crushed the German jackal to death. But of course, comrade, I agree with your sentiments, at least. It will be good to have our brave young men back from the German front – to finish our necessary business in Poland.’
It was Oropov’s turn to smile, but with faintly malicious humour.
‘That too, of course. Although, personally, I was more looking forward to buying some decent Cuban cigars.’
Oropov’s grey eyes twinkled briefly as Leveski twitched, reacting uncomfortably to the obvious jibe. It felt good to score a point over the man, whom Oropov both disliked and distrusted. It was not just the fact that he was, basically, a civilian; it went a lot deeper than that, with potentially more sinister implications.
Leveski represented a new and unknown quantity. The exact nature of his sudden new post was ill-defined, as if deliberately vague. There were mutterings and rumours in the corridors of the Kremlin. No longer obsessed with matters of war, Stalin was stirring politically again. There was talk of new purges to come, of heads rolling and personnel once again disappearing at short notice and in suspicious circumstances. Stalin’s feared secret police, previously concerned with purely internal matters, were now extending their awesome powers. Now the newly formed KGB, with people like Leveski at its head, were moving in to take an active interest in military, European and overseas matters. It impinged directly on Oropov’s authority as head of wartime intelligence, and it was extremely disquieting. It was definitely a time for staying on top, and being clearly seen to be on top. A time to know exactly what was happening all around oneself – and, even more important, who was making it happen and why.
With these thoughts in mind, Oropov decided it was politic to adopt a more conciliatory attitude towards his companion.
‘Speaking of Poland, Tovan Leveski, what news from Warsaw?’
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