"Some men are born fools.some men
have greatness thrust upon them .And some achieve
greatness."
-William Shakespeare
"Cry 'havoc' and let loose the dogs of war."
-Frederick Forsyth in 'The Dogs of War'.
PROLOGUE
It was raining,lighter than a downpour,but heavier than could be called a drizzle.Kunjalikutty ran,his feet barely touching the hard Belfast ground.The rain stung his face, but he was loving every bit of it.He was feeling more alive than ever.He laughed wildly,eyes flashing and pale face shining.His pursuers heard
his laugh and wondered if he was insane.Kunjalikutty rounded the corner and ducked into an alley.He drew his silenced Browning and waited.His pursuers were about a hundred meters away when he had rounded the corner.They were British paratroopers, armed with heckler&koch mp-3 machine pistols.10 seconds , he estimated,before they rounded the corner,but that was only if the trio were composed of Maurice Greene, Michael Dohnson and Donovan Bailey.He seriously doubted that.Fifteen to thirteen would be a better guess.
His guess was not far off the mark as the paras rounded the corner and burst in front of the alley. Kunjalikutty fired thrice very fast. Two were hit in the temple,dead before they hit the ground.The third , a good head taller than the other two, spun around clutching his shoulder.He raised his gun with his free hand towards the alley,facing it.Kunjalikutty shot him between the eyes.
-William Shakespeare
"Cry 'havoc' and let loose the dogs of war."
-Frederick Forsyth in 'The Dogs of War'.
PROLOGUE
It was raining,lighter than a downpour,but heavier than could be called a drizzle.Kunjalikutty ran,his feet barely touching the hard Belfast ground.The rain stung his face, but he was loving every bit of it.He was feeling more alive than ever.He laughed wildly,eyes flashing and pale face shining.His pursuers heard
his laugh and wondered if he was insane.Kunjalikutty rounded the corner and ducked into an alley.He drew his silenced Browning and waited.His pursuers were about a hundred meters away when he had rounded the corner.They were British paratroopers, armed with heckler&koch mp-3 machine pistols.10 seconds , he estimated,before they rounded the corner,but that was only if the trio were composed of Maurice Greene, Michael Dohnson and Donovan Bailey.He seriously doubted that.Fifteen to thirteen would be a better guess.
His guess was not far off the mark as the paras rounded the corner and burst in front of the alley. Kunjalikutty fired thrice very fast. Two were hit in the temple,dead before they hit the ground.The third , a good head taller than the other two, spun around clutching his shoulder.He raised his gun with his free hand towards the alley,facing it.Kunjalikutty shot him between the eyes.
