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Terrorist Cove

by Lee Heide

178 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-0054; ISBN 1-55369-241-1; US$20.50, C$23.95, EUR16.50, £12.00

An Islamic terrorst base on northern Vancouver Island for drug smuggling and bomb making... Far fetched? Not any more! An Islamic Jihad against United States installations in Canada. Why not? They have already done so in Lebanon, Saudi Arabia, Aden, Kenya, Tanzania and Germany.

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about the book      about the author      excerpts      catalogue info

About the Book Research for Terrorist Cove was started by Lee Heide about two years ago as he foresaw the tragic events of 11 Sep 2001. Not New York's World Trade Centre of course, but he was certain that some form of Islamic attack was about to take place on mainland America. The novel postulates a major Islamic base on northern Vancouver Island where a Master Bomber (an Iraqi chemical engineer named Orrin Hadi) has a laboratory and makes bombs to strike at American installations in Canada. His base is also used for smuggling illegal Asians into Canada and the U.S. and for shipments of cocaine and heroin bound for Chinese Triads across the country. A small air charter company, located near Vancouver, often flies over northern Vancouver Island with parties of hunters and fishermen. They discover the terrorist base and get into trouble doing so, especially the lovely aircraft captain - Gina Marcello. Eventually the site is revealed to the RCMP who call in a team from JTF-2, Canada's anti-terrorism force.

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About the Author This is the sixth book to be published by Lee Heide and the second with Trafford. Raised in Vancouver, he joined the RCAF in 1940 and spent W.W. II on flying operations in the Mediterranean which are described in his biography Whispering Death. Offered a permanent commission after the war, he spent the next 18 years in the RCAF at various bases in Canada and England. Taking early retirement, Heide spent the next 14 years working for a high-tech company that made flight equipment. At age 59 he retired to write full-time, and has written many stories and articles over the years. He now lives near Victoria, B.C. Also by Lee Heide: Life Ain't Over Yet Whispering Death

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Excerpts

page 23:
    Orrin Hadi never knew when bin Laden would arrive at the chemical plant. He gave no notice. When he came in late April, 2001, Orrin was ready and had marshalled all his arguments for a more active role in the fight against the 'Great Satan'. To his joy and surprise, he didn't need them!

page 24:
    After touring the plant to his satisfaction, bin Laden asked for a cup of tea and it was brought to Hadi's office. Here he asked: 'Do you think that your assistant could run the plant if you left permanently?'
    'Yes,' Orrin said firmly. 'I wanted to talk to you about...'
    'Later.' Osama held up his hand, palm outward, like a policeman stopping traffic. 'The leader of my people in North America, Ahmed Ressam, has just been arrested. That fool,' bin Laden said sarcastically, 'allowed himself to be caught by U.S. Customs when crossing by ferry from Victoria to Port Angeles with a car full of explosives.'
    'He was?!'
    'Yes. Not only that, he had several phone numbers on scraps of paper in his pocket. They were in a simple code that the FBI quickly broke. One was for the London home of Dr. Haydar Doha... now my best man in England has been picked up by Scotland Yard.'
    'And you want me to take Ressam's place?' Orrin was excited.
    'Yes... but you must remember your training in Afghanistan. Ressam did not. Commit everything to memory. Carry no incriminating evidence with you. If you must write something down put it in a safe place and then preferably in code.'
    'I will.'
    'I will give you a list of targets in Canada... memorize it and burn the paper. Your contacts in Canada will be given to you on arrival.'

page 27:
    Gina parked her bike in front of a hangar with a sign that read: 'McLarty Air Charter'. She took off her hard hat, shook her hair free and walked into the office that was in one corner of the hangar.
    The dispatcher behind the counter was a woman in her fifties named Julie King. Grey hair and glasses, friendly and with a sweet smile, she was everyone's favorite and regarded all the pilots, of whom there were twenty, as her children.
    'Hi, Julie,' Gina greeted.
    'Hello, dear... you look ravishing today.'
    'Thanks.' Indeed, Gina was lovely. She was 31 years old and had classic Italian beauty with flashing black eyes, fashion-cut black hair, strong nose, wide, seductive mouth, perfect olive complexion without a blemish and a lush, inviting body. People often compared her to Sophia Loren - and not without reason. She wore light blue trousers, soft calf boots and a dark blouse with a red kerchief at the neck. She wore no jewelry of any kind.

page 62-63:
    Late on Friday morning, 6th July, Orrin Hadi surveyed his target - the Victoria Tourist Centre. Nothing had changed since his last visit except that there were more people around. Orrin had changed his disguise to a patterned shirt and shorts but he still looked like a tourist. At the lower level he walked past the whale watching office and up the short flight of stairs, carrying a gym bag. No one took any notice of him. The intermediate floor was deserted again. He opened the closet door, placed the deadly bomb in a cardboard box and set the timer for 1400 hours.
    Then he went and had lunch, after which he walked to the Empress Hotel. In his room he moved an armchair in front of the window to watch the effects of his bomb. The carnage was worse than even he expected.
    The clock tower read exactly 2:00 o'clock when the building erupted. The tower imploded through the Tourist Centre killing five staff members and 40 visitors. The glass windows exploded outwards. The tower and other debris blasted the lower levels killing five people in the U.S. Immigration Office, four in the currency exchange and four more in the whale-watching office.
    Outside the building, the gift shop was demolished, killing one staff person and injuring five customers. The open air restaurant was sprayed with glass and debris, killing one waiter and two customers and injuring 29 more.
    The carnage on the busy street was unbelievable.

page 64:
    Orrin Hadi watched the slaughter from his room in the Empress Hotel with no display of emotion. His heart had turned to stone. His mind was completely detached. It was as if it were a TV program in which he had played no part. He would never ever shed a tear again. He could not cry over the graves of his wife and son because they hadn't one. His only thought was of revenge. He would make the 'Great Satan' pay and pay and pay again.

page 152-153:
    At 2000 hrs. on the evening of the 6th September, 2001, an Air Force jet transport landed at Port Hardy airport and parked well away from the Terminal. The Regional jet was built by Bombardier in Montreal and could carry 150 passengers. But it was only lightly loaded with a team from Joint Task Force - 2, Canada's anti-terrorism force.
     Inspector Fletcher met the aircraft with a minibus and driver. The first man to disembark was an Army Captain with whom Fletcher had spoken on the plane. The man approached with: 'I guess you're Inspector Fletcher?'
    'Yes. Captain Taggart?'
    'Right.' They shook hands. Taggart was about 30 years of age, fit and athletic, with a hard face.
    'I have a bus for you and your men and I've set up a briefing at our building in town. How many are you?'
    'Twenty... including me.' A tall, thin Lieutenant approached. 'This is my Number Two... Lieutenant Edwards.'
    Fletcher watched as the men exited the aircraft. He saw that the men were wearing the new green and brown uniform - half cotton and half nylon - that gave camoflage even against night vision devices because of a technique known as 'Disruptive Pattern Technology', a computer-generated program of images from a modern battle field.
    He also noted that the men carried the new C-7 automatic rifle which he had read about but not seen. The C-7 was developed by the Diamaco Co. in Kitchener, Ontario. Its outstanding performance made it superior to the American M-16. The magazine held 30 rounds with a rate of fire up to 940 rounds a minute. There is a laser pointer and a night-image intensifier known as a Kite Sight. Tucked under the barrel is a 40-mm grenade launcher. The durability of the C-7, especially the barrel, is above all others in its class. The C-7 received the ultimate accolade when it was selected for use by England's SAS - Special Air Service.
    JTF-2 is modelled on the SAS, probably the best anti-terrorism force in the world. Like all clandestine outfits, the SAS prefer anonymity. But in May, 1980, it drew world-wide attention. Eight terrorists held 22 Iranians captive in the Iranian Embassy in the heart of London. The SAS raid killed all of the terrorists and freed all of the hostages with no loss of life to them or the SAS. This was all shown live on TV by reporters and cameramen on the scene.
    JTF-2 was created in the early 1990s when the RCMP gave up its anti-terror role to the Army. It is based at Dwyer Hill, some 30 km. west of Ottawa, and has about 250 members. The force was reportedly used during the Kosovo bombing campaign to conduct surveillance on the movement of warring factions and to help direct aircraft to their targets.

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