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great Satan running scared.
    10:05 am saw the south tower of the World Trade Centre collapse; like a deck of cards the massive symbol of American Capitalism slithered to the ground causing a huge cloud of rubble and dust to
spread across the nearby streets.
    The National Security and US agents that surrounded POTUS, The President of The United States, were frantically gathering information from the rows of electronic wizardry that filled every nook
and cranny of Air Force One. Every satellite and listening device on the earth could be fed through the aircraft; each and every member of the team knew that when the atrocities of the day released
their hold on POTUS, he would want answers and expect them.
    Approximately ninety minutes into the flight of Air Force One, at 10.28am eastern seaboard time, the second tower of the World Trade Centre, which once stood tall and proud as a symbol of
American prestige, came juddering ground ward. The President had watched enough. He had witnessed the unimaginable; America reduced to rubble by forces unknown. How, with all the resources America
spent on its security, could this have happened, without so much as a whisper? He had just witnessed the mass murder of what must be thousands of Americans. POTUS rose from his chair and looked
towards the hubbub of the personnel busy seeking and analysing the constant chatter of the surrounding machines spewing out the incoming intelligence from the world’s security services. The
President stood and gazed around the room and for two minutes he said nothing, and every man and woman stopped their work and an unnatural quiet descended.
    Eventually the President spoke.
    “Who did this John?” he asked in a barely audible voice. The head of national security looked the President in the eye and said:
    “Sir our initial Intel has established that the organisation responsible for this is: Al-Qaeda.”
    “Go on” said POTUS.
    “Al-Qaeda, Sir” said John Robertson to the President. The President’s assembled people sat or stood in total silence. He continued: “Al-Qaeda is an Islamist group founded
sometime between 1988 and 1989. We have known of their existence since its inception when several senior leaders from the Islamic Jihad organisation joined forces with a wealthy Saudi extremist.
Since then they’ve gone off the radar. Although several suicide bombings have been attributed to these people nothing has ever been proven and, unusually, nothing claimed.”
    The President pondered for a moment, you could hear a pin drop and John Robertson knew the President’s next question, which he duly delivered.
    “Who, John, is the leader of this organisation?”
    “Osama Bin Laden Sir, is the Saudi benefactor,” came the reply.
    “And where might we find him?” demanded the President, at last re-capturing some of his fighting spirit.
    “Afghanistan, Sir” came the reply.
    The World entered a new phase.
    Sixteen days later on the 7th October 2001, American forces invaded Afghanistan under the brief Operation Enduring Freedom. The aim was to bring Bin Laden and other high ranking members of
Al-Qaeda to trial, destroy the entire organization and remove the existing rulers of Afghanistan, the Taliban.
    Thirty two days later Major Mike Tobin, known as Nine Fingers to his comrades in the British SAS, was readying himself to answer the President’s request.

Chapter 4
Nangarhar province, eastern Afghanistan
    Gandamak is a village in eastern Afghanistan situated between the country’s capital and the Pakistani town of Peshawa; a cold inhospitable settlement. Its only claim to
fame, if you could call it fame, was that a hundred and fifty nine years previously, the First Afghan war was concluded there. On the afternoon of January 13 th 1842, the British troops,
who were retreating to India through the mountain passes having been overwhelmed in Kabul, made their last stand against the Afghan hordes in Gandamak. They were cut to ribbons; what