"Destroyer 010 - Terror Squad.pdb" - читать интересную книгу автора (Williams Remo)

"Brother, leader. She is just a housewife."
"She knows something. She is part of the capitalistic zionistic plot that cheated us of victory,''
"Dr. Geleth cheated us, not her."
The swarthy face reddened and the dark eyes heated with anger.
"You sound like an Israeli agent One more defeatist word and I will shoot you. Take her and the child to the rear. I will question them."
"Yes, brother leader."
Kathy tried to get up but something held her down. The lighter-skinned gunman reached over and she thought he was going to touch her private parts, but he merely unbuckled the seat belt.
He helped Kathy to her feet and she stumbled into the aisle over the legs of Dr. Geleth.
"I really didn't know him.," she sobbed.
"It wouldn't have made any difference if you did,'' said the light gunman. "He was not military. He was just valuable for what he was.''
"What was he?" asked Kathy.
"Cancer research. We do not want the Israelis to be
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the first to discover a cure. It would be too good for their propaganda. But we would have been willing to trade back Geleth for some of our members in Israeli jails."
"Quiet!" came the command from the leader.
In the rear lounge, the leader took Kevin from Kathy.
"Search her," he said to his accomplice. There was a stream of the spitting language which Kathy now judged to be Arabic. It came from the lighter gunman. He said it with palm open, as if disputing the sanity of the order. A quick violent sentence from the leader and the other gunman bowed his head.
"Strip," he said, "I'm going to search you."
Sobbing, Kathy took off her plaid jacket and white blouse and unzippered her skirt. She let it fall to her ankles. She averted her eyes from theirs.
"Strip, he said," barked the leader. "He did not mean leave clothing. Strip is strip."
Head bowed, Kathy reached behind her back and unhitched her bra. She was too terrified now for shame. She jimmied the panties down from her hips and let them fall along her legs over the skirt at her feet.
"Search her whole body," said the leader. "With your hands."
"Yes, Mahmoud," said the lighter gunman.
"Do not use names," said the leader, Mahmoud.
Her eyes shut, Kathy felt the hands brush her shoulder and armpits and backside. The hands were brisk.
"All the parts," said Mahmoud.
Kathy felt the hands linger over her breasts, and although she did not want it to happen, her breasts responded. The hands moved away down her sides, and then at first harshly, then softly, then not harshly
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enough, a hand invaded her body. And her body betrayed her. While her mind said "no," her body said "yes."
She kept her eyes closed when she was taken and in her mind told her husband that she was sorry. She felt triumphant that she was not able to move with her ravisher. She remained stiff on the lounge sofa and then the intrusion was gone, followed almost immediately by another intrusion. Another hijacker was taking her. This time it hurt. And by the third, she was in great pain.
When they were through with her, they dumped her into the bathroom and locked it. She could feel the plane hit turbulence and kept telling herself that the unsupportable outpost would have to land somewhere. It was cold in the plane's bathroom and she tried to cover herself with hand towels. She felt broken and worthless and used, yet she knew she had done nothing wrong. She couldn't help herself.
She knocked on the door. Nothing. She knocked again. Nothing.
"Please, my baby. My baby. At least give me back my baby."
Nothing. So she banged harder and then banged continuously.
"Quiet," came the harsh command.
"My baby. My baby,'' she whimpered.
"Quiet."
She could hear crying outside, a baby's crying. It was Kevin.
"My baby," she yelled. "Damn you bastards. Give me back my baby, you damned bastards. Animal bastards. Give me back my baby."
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Suddenly the crying ceased. The door unlocked and a white object came hurtling at her head. Instinctively, she ducked it and then was immediately sorry. It hit the lavatory wall and rebounded down toward the toilet. Kathy desperately grabbed Kevin's chest and plucked him from the water. As soon as she saw His head wobble to the side, she knew she was too late. She had been too late when the door had opened. A large reddish welt rose from the neck and Kevin's pink head dangled crazily over his chest. They had broken his neck before they threw him in.
When the unsupportable outpost finally did land, Mrs. Kathy Miller was still hugging the body of her baby. But now Kevin was cold and her breasts were hurting, with the force of the now-unneeded milk.
The hijackers were greeted by an Arab honor guard and praised for their heroism, and their role in writing "another glorious chapter in Arab courage, honor and daring, part cf a thousand years of similar achievement by the courageous Arab peoples. This wondrous act, oh heroes of the Arab liberation struggle, typifies the very spirit of the Arab peoples in their unquenchable yearning for glory and honor and justice."
When all the passengers finally reached Athens, Arab spokesmen and their supporters were already giving out stories about the death of the Miller baby. Some said the mother, in a fit of hysteria caused by the pilot, killed her own child. Others said while they would not say whether or not they approved the killing of the baby, they understood the reasons "why men were driven to do things like this." They spoke softly to the newsmen in the same spitting accents of the hijackers.
Many living rooms around the world watched the
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explanations, and watched the haggard, drawn faces of the passengers finally departing from the plane in Athens.
In one room, the lapping of waves outside could be heard. There was no shock on the faces of the three men watching the television set. All were in their late forties and wore suits and ties. All three held the rank of colonel, but in three different services-American, Russian and Chinese.
They watched the Miller woman, her emotions smothered by shock's blanket, softly describe the rape, then the death of her baby.
"Chickenshit," said the American. "Real chickenshit. Rape and baby killing."