As he ducked he heard the familiar sound like a giant ripping heavyweight canvas an automatic weapon throwing bullets at a cyclic rate of almost two thousand rounds a minute & the bullets tore into the side of the Maserati beating in the metal with an ear-numbing clangour while glass exploded in upon Peter like the glittering spray as a storm-driven waves strikes a rock. Glass chips pelted across his back & stung his cheek & the back of his neck. They sparkled like a diamond tiara in his hair. The hijacking of a jumbo jet off the Seychelles galvanizes anti-terrorist chief Peter Stride into the action for which he has spent a lifetime training. But even in the hail of bullets which follows he knows that this is only the beginning of a nightmare. Stride is the one man who might find the twisted genius who holds the world hostage -- if only his every move were not anticipated by the enemy.. .