ABADDON'S WAY
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Time: Late Winter, 1978
Location: Eastern Border of
As one entity the eight-man British Commando patrol dropped to their knees, automatic weapons with fixed bayonets at the ready. Something had moved. Or had it? A mere flicker of brightness in a world of glaring sun and reflecting water droplets from a shower just ended, had alerted their keen senses to the possibility that danger was imminent. Perhaps something was lurking just beyond the scrubby vegetation before them.
Geoffrey Phillips wiped his forehead, the scarf coming away dripping wet. For a brief moment his thoughts turned to the green coolness of
Geoffrey’s unit, consisting of two sticks, each a four-man squad, was methodically searching the Rhodesian border, which was being used as an infiltration route from
They saw nothing; simply nothing. The brushy, irregular land was void of life except for the vegetation. Still wary, wondering what had caught their eye, the British Commandos arose and continued their slow, patient stalking, moving along both sides of the human-used animal trail which bisected the two countries’ common border.
Geoffrey grumbled softly to himself. Their usual role in the civil strife was that of a Fire Force, one of several Commando units operating from helicopters and sometimes as paratroops, jumping from the old World War II Dakotas. “A lot more exciting than slogging along through the hills for days on end,” Phillips told himself.
Half an hour after the first flash of light the unit stopped for a brief rest. Although sitting, the men remained in a state of high alert.
Geoffrey stood up to adjust his equipment, to ease the soreness of his shoulders. He half-turned to sling the pack on his back just as another brilliant explosion of light hit him. He peered in the direction of the brightness and observed a sun-reflecting, silvery, elliptical craft hovering above the stunted treetops, perhaps a hundred and fifty meters from his patrol. There was no sound associated with the object. In fact there was no sound at all, not even insects making their raucous noises
Formats Book Details Out of revolutionary As if he had traded his soul for the pleasure of killing, the evil one, Gerhardt Botha, eliminates those who his superiors consider to be dangerous to the security of the Botha, convinced that he is Abaddon, Prince of Darkness, assassinates all those in the United States Government who come to realize that his hideous slaughter must stop. Douglas Jakowski, (Wolf Man), is, once again, innocently plunged into mortal conflict with a psychotic killer. This time the creature, his adversary, reeks with ruthlessness and possesses cunning far beyond the human condition. Richard D. Seifried began his literary career at age twelve. He has successfully published five books. NATIVE ENCOUNTERS and THE ADMINISTRATIVE HISTORY OF THE FLATHEAD INDIAN RESERVATION TO 1890 are non-fiction, historical accounts concerning events in the history of the During much of his life he has studied, taught and lived amid the wilderness areas of the far west. Thirteen seasons were spent in western national parks, where he worked as a ranger. He is a university-trained naturalist, anthropologist and writer as well as an accomplished lecturer. The author is also a member of Western Writers of America and the Ozark Writers Conference. He currently resides in
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