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Authors: Frederick Forsyth

The Afghan

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THE AFGHAN
A CORGI BOOK: 9780552155045
First published in Great Britain in 2006 by Bantam Press a division of Transworld Publishers
Corgi edition published 2007
Copyright © Frederick Forsyth 2006
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About the Author
Frederick Forsyth is the author of ten bestselling novels:
The Day of the Jackal
,
The Odessa File
,
The Dogs of War
,
The Devil’s Alternative
,
The Fourth Protocol
,
The Negotiator
,
The Deceiver
,
The Fist of God, Icon
and
Avenger
. His other works include
The Biafra Story
,
The Shepherd
; two short story collections,
No Comebacks
, and
The Veteran
; and a sequel to
The Phantom of the Opera
,
The Phantom of Manhattan
. He has also compiled an anthology of flying tales,
Great Flying Stories
, which includes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Roald Dahl, Len Deighton and H.G. Wells. He lives in Hertfordshire, England.
Also by Frederick Forsyth
THE FOURTH PROTOCOL
NO COMEBACKS
THE DEVIL’S ALTERNATIVE
THE DOGS OF WAR
THE ODESSA FILE
THE DAY OF THE JACKAL
THE BIAFRA STORY
GREAT FLYING STORIES
THE SHEPHERD
THE NEGOTIATOR
THE DECEIVER
THE FIST OF GOD
ICON
THE PHANTOM OF MANHATTAN
THE VETERAN
AVENGER
Once again, for Sandy,
THE AFGHAN
Frederick Forsyth
PART ONE
Stingray
CHAPTER ONE
If the young
Talib
bodyguard had known that making the cellphone call would kill him, he would not have done it. But he did not know, so he did and it did.
On 7 July 2005 four suicide bombers let off their haversack bombs in Central London. They killed fifty-two commuters and injured about seven hundred, leaving at least one hundred crippled for life.
Three of the four were British born and raised but of Pakistani immigrant parentage. The fourth was a Jamaican by birth, British by naturalization and had converted to Islam. He and one other were still teenagers; the third was twenty-two and the group leader thirty. All had been radicalized, or brainwashed into extreme fanaticism, not abroad but right in the heart of England after attending extremist mosques and listening to similar preachers.
Within twenty-four hours of the explosion they had been identified and traced to various residences in and around the northern city of Leeds; indeed all had spoken with varying strengths of Yorkshire accent. The leader was a special-needs teacher called Mohammad Siddique Khan.
During the scouring of their homes and possessions the police discovered a small treasure trove that they chose not to reveal. There were four receipts showing that one of the senior two had bought cellphones of the buy-use-and-throw variety, tri-band versions usable almost anywhere in the world, and each containing a pre-paid SIM card worth about twenty pounds sterling. The phones had all been bought for cash and all were missing. But the police traced their numbers and ‘red-flagged’ them all in case they ever came on stream.
It was also discovered that Siddique Khan and his closest intimate in the group, a young Punjabi called Shehzad Tanweer, had visited Pakistan the previous November and spent three months there. No trace was found of whom they had seen but weeks after the explosions the Arab TV station Al-Jazeera broadcast a defiant video made by Siddique Khan as he planned his death and it was clear this video had been made during that visit to Islamabad.
It was not until September 2006 that it also became clear that one of the bombers took one of the ‘lily-white’ untraceable cellphones with him and presented it to his Al-Qaeda organizer/instructor. (The British police had already established that none of the bombers had the technical skill to create the bombs themselves without instruction and help.)
Whoever this AQ high-up was, he seems to have passed on the gift as a token of respect to a member of the elite inner committee grouped around the person of Osama bin Laden in his invisible hideaway in the bleak mountains of South Waziristan that run along the Pakistani/Afghan border west of Peshawar. It would have been given for emergency purposes only, because all AQ operatives are extremely wary of cellphones, but the donor could not have known at the time that the British fanatic would be stupid enough to leave the receipt lying around his desk in Leeds.
There are four divisions to Bin Laden’s inner committee. They deal with operations, financing, propaganda and doctrine. Each branch has a chieftain and only Bin Laden and his co-leader Ayman al-Zawahiri outrank them. By September 2006 the chief organizer of finance for the entire terror group was Zawahiri’s fellow Egyptian Tewfik al-Qur.
For reasons which became plain later, he was under deep disguise in the Pakistani city of Peshawar on 15 September, not departing on an extensive and dangerous tour outside the mountain redoubt, but returning from one. He was waiting for the arrival of the guide who would take him back into the Waziri peaks and into the presence of the Sheikh himself.
To protect him in his brief stay in Peshawar he had been assigned four local zealots belonging to the Taliban movement. As befits men who originate in the North-western Mountains, the chain of fierce tribal districts that runs along this ungovernable frontier, they were technically Pakistanis but tribally Waziris. They spoke Pashto rather than Urdu and their loyalties were to the Pashtun people of whom the Waziris are a sub-branch.
All were raised from the gutter in a
madrassah
or Koranic boarding school of extreme orientation, adhering to the Wahhabi sect of Islam, the harshest and most intolerant of all. They had no knowledge of, or skill in, anything other than reciting the Koran and were thus, like teeming millions of
madrassah
-raised youths, virtually unemployable. But given a task to do by their clan chief, they would die for it. That September they had been charged with protecting the middle-aged Egyptian who spoke Nilotic Arabic but had enough Pashto to get by. One of the four youths was Abdelahi and his pride and joy was his cellphone. Unfortunately its battery was flat because he had forgotten to recharge it.
It was after the midday hour. Too dangerous to emerge to go to the local mosque for prayers; Al-Qur had said his orisons along with his bodyguards in their top-floor apartment. Then he had eaten sparingly and retired for a short rest.
Abdelahi’s brother lived several hundred miles to the west in the equally fundamentalist city of Quetta and their mother had been ill. He wished to enquire after her so he tried to get through on his cellphone. Whatever he wished to say would be unremarkable, just a few of the trillions of words of ‘chatter’ that pass through the ether of all five continents every day. But his phone would not work. One of his companions pointed out the absence of black bars in the battery window and explained about charging. Then Abdelahi saw the spare phone lying on the Egyptian’s attaché case in the sitting room.
It was fully charged. Seeing no harm, he dialled his brother’s number and heard the rhythmic ringing tone far away in Quetta. And in an underground rabbit warren of connecting rooms in Islamabad that constitute the listening department of Pakistan’s Counter-Terrorism Centre, a small red light began to pulse.
Many who live in it regard Hampshire as England’s prettiest county. On its south coast, facing the waters of the Channel, it contains the huge maritime port of Southampton and the naval dockyard of Portsmouth. Its administrative centre is the historic city of Winchester, dominated by its cathedral almost a thousand years old.
At the very heart of the county, away from all the motorways and even the main roads, lies the quiet valley of the River Meon, a gentle chalk stream along whose banks lie villages and townlets that date back to the Saxons.
One single A-class road runs through from south to north but the rest of the valley is a network of winding lanes edged with overhanging trees, hedges and meadows. This is farm country the way it used to be, with few fields larger than ten acres and even fewer farms larger than five hundred. Most of the farmhouses are of ancient beam, brick and tile and some of these are served by clusters of barns of great size, antiquity and beauty.
The man who perched at the apex of one such barn had a panorama of the Meon valley and a bird’s eye view of his nearest village, Meonstoke, barely a mile away. At the time, several zones to the east, that Abdelahi made the last phone call of his life, the roof-climber wiped some sweat off his forehead and resumed his task of carefully removing the claypeg tiles that had been placed there hundreds of years earlier.

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