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I transit camp's intelligence officer. He did\-/ not like what had to be said but he believedit was his sworn duty to report his suspicions. Heaccepted a salute from a young soldier, entered thecamp's administrative offices and waited while acivilian clerk forwarded his request for antinterviewo.

Blake fumed. fnterview, indeed. Whatever washappening to this man's army ! He could rememberthe days when everybody wore a uniform of sortsand knew precisely what was what.

"Ah, Colonel Blake-do come in. Sorry forkeeping you." The speaker, a captain, held openan office door and waited until Blake was insidebefore carefully shutting it.

"I wish to report . . ." Blake began."Do you mind if I establish a few pertinent facts

first, sir ?" the intelligence officer asked.Blake waved a hand in some annoyance. 'of

really have little time, Captain," he said snappishly.ttMymen.,.""Have just this moment returned from service

in Central America. They are exchanging tropicalkit for more sensible British weather outfits. " Thecaptain laughed at his 'little' joke. 'oSorry, sir . . n"he hastily added, seeing Blake's undisguised con-tempt for the witticism. "Facts-now, have youbeen debriefed in . .?"

"Captain Saunders . . ." Blake had seen thedesk name plate and assumed this was Saunders,o'. . . this concerns something which has happenedsince we disembarked at Southampton. ft is aserious matter. Two of my men have goneA.W.O.L. I have reason to believe they smuggledsome very highly sophisticated weaponry ashore.What is more, they were severely disciplined inCentral America for associating with Cuban-trained terrorists.

Captain Saunders froze. All intelligence sourceswere aware of the new Home Office (S) squadwhich had been formed to combat the increaseduse of violence, coercion techniques and sophisti-cated weapons in the country. A squad with a wideand special brief-and he had no hesitation insending a signal to Whitehall immediately.

George Cowley, CI5's controller and himself aformer MI5 administrator, received Saunders'report within fifteen minutes. He would not havealerted his small force on the grounds of soldiersreturning from overseas duty simply bringing

back souvenir weapons. Frorn the dawn ofmilitary history, fighting men had always seen fltto treasure enemy arms. But the combination ofsophisticated weapons and that rather discon-certing association with terrorists filled him withclread. He called for his top men. . . .

Ray Doyle had been a detective in the CIDbefore Cowley recruited him for 'The Big A'-asCI5 was sornetimes called. His partner, WilliamAndrew Philip Bodie-who refused to answer toanything but Bodie-had been a sergeant in thelgth Airborne. Together they made a remarkableteam.

Now, as they stood in Cowley's strictly func-tional office and heard about their latest assign-ment, they displayed some of the talents that hadmade them a omust' for CIs's activities.

"f've had confirmation from Central America,"Cowley said in his distinctive voice. "Both thesemen were demoted from sergeant for insubordina-tion. At least, that was the official explanation. Inactual fact, they were pretty close to facing courts-martial. There is more than a grain of truth intheir colonel's suspicion that they were thick asthieves with the revolutionaries."

Bodie shrugged casually, spoke with his no-nonsense clipped voice. "They were giving theterrorists training, "

ooCorrect," George Cowley replied.Doyle's blue eyes twinkled. o'Is that the voice of

experience ?" he asked his partner.ool want," Cowley cut across their naturalabrasive relationship, "those men. I want theweapons. And I want their contacts in thiscountry." Rubbing his lef! l.g yJrich was playingup again-that old wound which had taken him'in from the field'-he glared at the 'TerribleTwins'. oo'What are you waiting for ?"

The pair left the office. They knew Cowley'ssaying that their place of work was out there, inthe streets.

ooWhere do we start ?" Bodie asked.o'Army records," Doyle replied. 'ol'll handle that

if you're impatient to take some fresh air.""Southampton ?" Bodie smiled."Yeah. . . ." Doyle headed across his particular

street-Whitehall. He was not enthusiastic. Buthis CID training gave him this edge over Bodie.He thought about his partner. Heenjoyed workingwith the guy. Neither of them ever mentioned therespect they shared for one another-yet it was

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"Bodie. . . ."The man smiled, a mental picture of Cowley's

secretary Betty flashing through his head. Helifted his communicator. "Yeah ?"

"Doyle says one of your targets has a mother inWinchester. You could visit her. . . ."

Bodie frowned. "He wouldn't be so stupid."Betty pretended not to hear. She relayed her

information without a further interruption' said"Cheers" and that was it.

Bodie digested the data. Pvt. Tom Glover, aged34. Unmaiied, only known address that of hismother. A long-service soldier, no blemishes onhis career until the Central American incident'A sharpshooter with action in Ulster, Africa andAden. . . .

Mrs. Elsie Glover lived in a neat council houseiust outside Winchester. She was a stout, friendly*.,-un: a widow. "T didn't know Tom was back,"she told Bodie. "He's not a boy who writes often."

Boy, Bodie thought in amusement. He asked,"Do you have any of his old letters?"

The woman had and gladly let Bodie read three.One was postmarked from Central America.A part ol'it stuck in Bodie's mind' It read:"I'i'e made good /'riends here, mum. I'm fed-upwith the arn;y bil. There's a chance I can soon bu1t?t):,\eU out. i;hese blokes haye ttffered me a lerrificdeal. . . ,"

After he left Mrs. Glover, Bodie contactedCowley. He said: "Glover's the worst sort he's inthis for bread."

"That makes two of them," Cowley replied'"Doyle's traced a sister ol the second one-JohnEndine. She had a telephone call from her brother.He warned her not to talk to the fuzz but hintedthat he would be coming into a bundle withinforty-eight hours."

the whole time he searched Southampton'sdockland, looking lor somebody who had seen thetroops disembark, Bodie kept thinking about thoseforty-eight hours" It bothered him no end. Some-thing was going to happen, but what ? The fact thatGlover was a sharpshooter and had come ashoreconcealing a sophisticated weapon meant but onething to him an assassination!

The clocker wore a muffier, a greasy cap andspoke like a man with a university education. Ittianspired he had a degree, been unable to findsuitable employment and went back to his father'strade.

"I was working in the sheds when their shipdocked," he told Bodie. "There was nothingunusual about the way they disembarked. Nothinguntil those two chaps came into the shed andhurried to another exit. I thought strange that theywere alone and had a van waiting for them. . . ."

"Van?" Bodie asked. "What make?""One of those foreign models," the docker said

as if swearing. Apparently he bought British"There was a name on the side." He wrinkled hisforehead in recall. "Let's see ah, yesSwebber's Conuete Pipest"

There was no Swebber name listed in theSouthampton telephone book. Bodie got back toBetty in London. He gave her a verbal report-about all Cowley ever encouraged-and achore.

Ray Doyle had had no luck. He had paid adozen visits to as many East End hangouts ofknown sympathisers of this and that revolutionaryorganisation. He didn't waste time being nice,either. CI5, and Cowley, had a motto: "Fightviolence with violence, and save innocents fromviolence!" With the clock ticking away, Doylecouldn't afford to be too subtle in his interroga-tion methods. Putting the frighteners on his sus-pects meant that he could believe them when theycried their innocence-this timel

He returned to Cowley's office. Betty greetedhim with an unladylike snort. Her desk was heapedhigh in telephone and street directories. Hegrinned at her.

"Don't dare laugh," she muttered darkly."Bodie?" he asked."Bodiel" she confirmed. "'Swebbers Concrete

Pipes'. . . .""Whose pipes ?" Doyle faintly remembered

something."'Swebbers Concrete Pipes'," Betty repeated.Doyle rushed into Cowley's inner office. George

iooked up, ready to blast the interloper-held histongue with a quizzical look.

"Where is Bodie now?" Doyle asked."About ten minutes away," Cowley replied.

"He drew a blank of sorts!""No, he didn't!" Doyle gestured impatiently,

feeling that old need for action when a case wasgetting somewhere fast. "He's got Betty lookingfor 'Swebbers Concrete Pipes'-well, they're asub-contractor operating from a hut on WesternAvenue !"

Cowley's face lit up in a wide grin. "How. . . . ?""The name struck me as strange," Doyle said.

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"So-what!" Doyle got into the car, shut thedoor. "Western Avenue-if you want to findSwebber !"

Traffic crawled along the section of road wherewidening was taking pTace' In ten minutes, Bodiehad inclied forwarda fuming fifty yards. A news-boy calmly positioned between the exhaust-spuming lines bf cars and commercial vehicles wasdoing fintastic business. He even sold a copy of anevening paper to DoYle.

Rielit'on the froni page a photo of a distin-guish-ed-looking man filled two columns beside a[eadline : RUL-ING EXPECTED TOMORROW.

"Now we know," Doyle said softly, showing thepaper to Bodie.^ A car behind them honked as Bodie misseda yard creepage. For once he didn't respond' Hewis reading- the newspaper report. "PrimeMinister M6lvin Purdoe ii paying a two-dayprivate visit to London following his appeal toihe International Court of Justice. . . ."

"You drive, I'11 speculate," Doyle said, whip-oins the oaoer away. 'oPurdoe is his country'sit.olrg rnun.^lf he geis a judgement in his favourthat iashes up thelerrorists. If he is assassinatedand the oppoiition takes over . . ."

"It could be worth a package to Glover andEndine, our sharpshooting deserters !" Bodieswore as a motorcycle cut in front of him' "Andwe're protecting creeps like that!" he growled'

Six more miriutes at a snail's pace brought themto a roadside hut. The name Swebber was on aboard attached to a section ofconcrete pipe'

Bodie left his car at a ctazy angle nudging thehut. He and Doyle entered together. And cameface to face with the 'missing link'. The man wasbis. in everv direction. He wore faded jeans, noshIit. His .hett. shorlders, stomach and back werecovered in thick, wire-like black hair. His eyeswere small, mean.

Doyle showed his ID. He had been briefed byBodie and asked, "How many vans do you have ?"

The ape-like creature grunted. '"I don't know-and I don't have to answer."

Bodie never stopped to wonder if the oppositionwas going to chew him up and spit out thedefeaied ii.c.s. He had the ionfidence of a manwho knows he can handle himself and the powerfulbuild to match. He reached across the crude table-like structure serving as a desk and grabbed ahandful of head hair, yanking savagely' "Youanswer!" he said.

The gorilla roared, brushing aside Bodie's arm'He carie to his six-four height, enormous fistsforming at the end of bulging arms..

Bodii sighed, upended the desk-table on theman's shinf, and diliberately kicked the creaturewhere it huit most. As the man doubled, anotherkick caught him in the throat.

Doyle tut-tutted and calmly stepp-ed over thefloored giant, went to a series of clipboardsshowing Equipment and work force movement andbegan scanning these.

Eodie watcfied the man slowly recover' "Findanything?" he asked Doyle quite unconcernedly',qna Ue'itea his opponent ai the first signs ofalertness.

"It's here," Doyle announced. "A pick-up fromthe docks-a coniignment of foreign Plpes."

"Pipers to play a foreign tunel" Bodie correctedand left the hut."He walfed along the roadside towhere men were lowering huge sections of mains'connections into a deep hole.

Doyle's voice at his shoulder said: "JamieMcTaggartl"

Bodie shouted the name at the workers-twice.A short, muscular, Scottish-looking man brokeaway from the others and came forward.

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collared," Bodie said, flashing his ID.The man snarled, made a break. He took off in

one leap across the hole, scrambled through debrislittering the area and was half-way to a parked vanwhen Doyle's feet slammed into his spine andbrought him down.

"You're covered in muck," Bodie said, bendingand hoisting McTaggart to his feet.

"Never mind me," Doyle acidly remarked. Hehad landed in a squelching mud heap.

"Where are the soldiers ?" Bodie askedMcTaggart.

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McTaggart could take punishment but he didnot see why he should. The fifty quid he'd beengiven as a bonus would not cover his hire purchaseiommitments. And the look in Bodie's eyes saidhe meant his threat. "They're wi' the boss at hishame !"

Doyle ambled back to the hut. The hairy apervas telephoning and turned quickly when Doyleentered. His gaze fixed on the .45 automatic aimedat his stomach..."Where does your boss live?" Doyle askedpleasantly.

The man did not hesitate. He gave an address.opened his mouth again to speak into thetelephone.

Doyle muttered "Thanks," and ripped thetelephone wires out. As he stepped outside hecalled back. "It doesn't work, you know."

Once they relayed their information to Cowley,Doyle and Bodie forced a way through the trafficand headed back to London on relatively quietroads. They were not worried about their targetgetting a tip-off. CI5 had more means to itscolleciive end than any other crime preventionservice. Swebber's boss would not know it but histelephone would already be tapped, his homeunder surveillance, and his street effectivelyblocked off. No one would get in or come out ofhis residence until the 'Terrible Twins' arrived. . . ,

Bodie liked the dark. He moved with jungle-catstealth between the two properties, climbing agarden fence like a mountain goat and parkedhimself outside the french windows of theblockaded home.

Doyle, meanwhile, casually approachedfront door, knocked and waited-with hisheld behind his back.

The door opened, on a chain. A face peeredlrom the narrow gap and a voice asked, "Yeah?"

One thought raced through Doyle's mind-the1-had the advantage at the moment. He decidedhow to change that--and hit the door with his foot.Perfectly placing the vicious kick exactly wherethe chain-was secured. It was not something foran amateur to try, but Doyle was no amateur.

The door groaned, wood splintered, the chainslashed back. Doyle put his shoulder to the doorthen--hitting it hard I He felt the man's weightbehind the door momentarily hold him out. ' . .

Bodie had to come in !Doyle lired once into the floor inside the house.

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craft-is an internationalproblem. The act of airpiracy is now an establishedmethod by which politicalterrorists can gain maxi-mum publicity for theircause.

It is a despicable crime, Nomatter in which cause or beliefit is committed. lnnocent peopleare held hostage at gunpoint,often threatened with death,some times murdered, so thatextremists can demand, or bar-gain, certain concessions fromthe government involved.

Not all skyjacks are political.Some are simply criminal oper-ations, with the skyjackers de-manding a huge sum of moneyin return for not blowing up theplane or harming the passengers

The term "skyjack" derivesfrom the American word "hi-jack", which originated in thegang wars of the Prohibitionperiod of the 1920s, when gun-men would grab control-orhijack-a rival gang's truckloadof illegal alcohol.

Today, with the great volumeof air passenger traffic, thewidespread crime of skyjackingis recognised by most respon-sible nations as a plague whichmust be energetically stampedout. Failure to do so willencourage even more air piracyand many innocent travellerswill suffer.

To combat skyjacking pas-sengers embarking at majorairports are searched for con-cealed weapons, and have topass through metal-detectingdevices. A number of airlinescarry armed security off icers,or skymarshals. And many ter-rorist operations have beendefeated byswift, positive policeand military commando actionin storming grounded aircraftheld by gunmen.

Outstanding examples of free-ing skyjack hostages by militaryaction include the lightningraid by lsraeli commandos atEntebbe Airport, in Uganda, inJune 1976, and the operationat Mogadishu Airport, in Som-alia, carried out by a WestGerman commando unit inOctober 1977 (the latter raid is

featured in FIGHTERSAGATNST TERRORTSM).

Skyjacking is not an inven-tion of the politically strident1970s. The first pilot to experi-ence armed seizure of hisplane was Byron Rickards in1931. Rickards, an American,was flying a Ford Trimotor ofthe Pan-American-Grace Air-ways in Peru, during a revolu-tion, when rebel soldiers sur-rounded his plane on the airstripat Arequipa.

They demanded that Rickardsdrop propaganda leaf lets onthe city of Peru. As a neutral, herefused to be used in this wayand the rebels grounded hisplane. He was later releasedwhen he agreed to fly a rebelleader to Lima for negotiations..Thirty years later, in August1961, Rickards was skyjackedagain I

He was captain of a Con-tinental Airlines Boeing lOlwhich had been taken over byarmed Americans. Leon Bearden

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However, it was LeonardGilman who struck first; theBeardens did not know that hewas a Border Patrolman inplain clothes. He seized hisfirst opportunity and swung ahard punch at Leon Bearden'siaw, stunning and disarminghim. Bearden's son was grabbedby an FBI man and the skyjackwas over. lt was later revealedthat Bearden had a long crim-inal record of armed robbery andharboured the notion that Cubawould give him a better life.

Shortly after Fidel Castro andhis rebel army ousted the cor-rupt Batista regime in January1959, the new Cuba blossomedinto a Communist state, righton the doorstep of the UnitedStates. This created a hostilesituation betwBen the twocountries.Left: 39 year old Brig Gen. DanShomron, the young military geniusof lsrael who haded the cornmandoraid on Entebbe. Babw; Membersof the Red Army taking new

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When the plane landed at ElPaso, Texas, to refuel Beardenallowed most of the passengersto leave the aircraft, holdingonly the crew and four pas-sengers as hostages. One of thehostages who volunteered tostay behind was LeonardGilman.

Meanwhile. FBI agents andthe Border Patrol at El Pasohad formulated a plan to preventthe plane taking off. As the bigjet began to taxi down therunway, four Border Patrol carsroared on to the scene andraced alongside the movingplane, with FBI men and copsfiring rifles and machine gunsat the undercarriage.

The huge aircraft screechedto a halt, its ten tyres ripped topieces. Bearden angrily de-manded another plane, andwhile he negotiated with the

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When Batista's followers be-gan to skyjack Cuban planesin order to seek refuge in theUnited States the Americanswelcomed the ref ugees, andbecause Castro had taken overAmerican business i nterests, sawno reason to return the Cubanaircraft.

However, when a large num-ber of criminals, cranks, andother social misfits began tohijack planes in the UnitedStates to seek political asylumin Cuba, and Castro kept theaircraft, the American govern-ment changed its tolerant viewof Cuban skyjackers and signedan agreement with Cuba inwhich both governments under-took to return aircraft and sky-jackers to the point where thehijack had originated, or toprosecute the skyjackers anddeal with them severely.

This sensible agreement,surely a pattern for the rest ofthe world to follow, put a stopto thetrou blesome two-wayf lowof hijacks between Cuba andthe United States. But owing tothe political friction and hos-tility that existed between othernations, similar agreements didnot become world-wide.

So skyjacking increased as

A JAL Jumbo Jet, hijacked by proPalestinian terrorists in Amsterdam, is blownup. All passengers were released unharmed.Arabandotherterroristsadopted of Air Canada and demandedthe seizure of aircraft as a 50,000 dollars. He was givenpowerful, political weapon, In the money and was preparingSeptember 1970 Arab members to leap into space when he wasof the Popular Front for the overpowered by the aircrew.Liberation of Palestine (PFLP). Shortly after this incident be-an action group opposed to the came known, a cool Americanlsraelioccupationof theirhome- who gave his name as D. B.land, carried out an operation Cooper decided that he toothat exploded into world news. would grab some easy money

They captured three jetliners and jump.-a

'70-7 of TWA, a DC8 of ln November 1971 he sky-Swissair, and a VC10 of BOAC jacked a Boeing 727 of North--and landed them at Dawson's west Airlines at Seattle. Oregon,Field, a desert airstrip in Jordan. after the passengers had left.After bartering the lives of the Threatening to blow up thehostages for the release of plane, he demanded 200,000imprisoned PFLP guerrillas, the dollars. The money was put onskyjackers blew up the three board together with severalplanes, an orgy of destruction parachutes.Cooperthenorderedthat cost the insurance com- the pilot to f ly to Mexico City atpany, Lloyds of London. many an altitude of 7,000 feet and amillions of pounds. speed of about 200 mph.

A year after the Dawson's It was now clear that CooperField outrage a new kind of air was an experienced parachutist.pirate came on to the scene- Thirty minutes after leavingthe "parajacker"-the criminal Seattle he baled out into thewho, having seized control of darkness, with the moneyan aircraft and collected the packets strapped to him. He hadransom money, parachuted with jumped into a forest area ofhis loot into the wilderness. Oregon and vanished from sight.

The first to attempt the para- Cooper is the only man so farjack caper was a Canadian, to commit a successful parajack.Paul Cini, who took over a DC8 Others have tried to emulate

Abova: Roman police codon off aPan Am jet afEr the carnqe atLeonardo da Vinci airport when 3lpassengers aboard the plane died.Bebw: Coffins of the victims of thesame carnage arc lined up on theairport's tarmac,

Just as an assault group of FBIagents and police was creepingup on the plane it took off andheaded for Toronto in Canada.

The skyjackers now warnedthat if the ransom was notwaiting at Toronto they wouldcrash the plane on Oak Ridge.Southern Airways immediatelyoffered the men 500.000 dollarsbut they refused it, holding outfor the amount demanded. Theplane then took off and landedat Knoxville, very near OakRidge.

Here, two million dollars inbags was handed into the plane :one million from Southern Air-ways and the city of Detroit,one million from the FederalGovernment. lt was hoped thatthe skyjackers would not havethe time or the inclirration tocount the vast amount of moneyand find it short of their totaldemand.

With all the passengers stilIaboard, the hijacked plane wasdirected to fly to Havana, Cuba.where the three fugitives ex-pected a friendly welcome,They had the notion that theCubans would allow them tostay and enjoy their loot. Butthey were in for a big surprise.

At Havana, Jackson andMoore left the plane to talk toCuban officials, while Cale re-mained in the plane holding alive grenade. The Cubans re-fused to allow them to stay andwould have arrested them onthe spot but for Cale holdingthreat in the aircraft. So therejected skyjackers took offagain and landed at Orlando,Florida. where they ordered thepilot to refuel for a flight toSwitzerland.

When the refuelling had beencompleted, FBI agents openedfire on the plane and puncturedthe tyres. ln retaliation, Jacksonshot the co-pilot in the shoulderand threatened to kill all thepassengers unless the pilot tookoff-immediately-flat tyres or

him but all have failed. One ofthem, misinformed by the pilotas to the correct speed of theplane, jumped over lndianaand the force of the slipstreamsnatched the 500,000-dollarransom from his grasp. He wasarrested soon after he landed.

One of the most dramatic, andlongest, of hijacks to take placein American skies occurred inNovember 1912 when threedesperate Negroes took com-mand of a DC9 of SouthernAirways on a flight from Bir-mingham, Alabama.

The three men, Henry Jack-son, Lewis Moore, and Melvin

Cale were armed with guns andgrenades. All had criminalrecords and Cale wasan escapedconvict. Pointing a pistol atthe pilot, they radioed a demandfor 10 million dollars. lf they didnot get it . . . they threatened tocrash the plane into the atomicplant at Oak Ridge, Tennessee,and cause a major disaster !

Because they had a grudgeagainst the police of Detroit theskyjackers directed their multi-million demand to that city'sauthorities. Bad weather pre-vented the hijacked plane fromlanding at Detroit so it put downin Cleveland. Ohio, to refuel.

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One nation which did giverefuge to a desperate gang ofskyjackers, and activelY col-laborated with the terrorists inguarding the innocent Pas-sengers as if they were prisonersof war, was Uganda, the Africandomain of dictator General ldiAmin. This hijacking triggeredthe sensational and successfullsraeli commando raid onEntebbe Airport in J une 1 976.

A group of PFLP Arab andGerman terrorists took controlof an Air France Airbus at

Athens and flew to Entebbe,where the pistol-carrying ter-rorists were warmly greeted byAmin who, it seemed, had beenexpecting them. Amin had everysympathy with the PFLP. Whilethe weary terrorists rested, grim-faced Ugandan soldiers keptclose guard on the frightenedhijacked passengers.

When the PFLP gang returnedthey were carrying Ugandan-supplied sub-machine guns.They now separated 1 03lsraelis and Jews from the otherpassengers and put them in theairport building. They an-nounced that unless theysecured the release of 53 im-prisoned terrorists. 40 of whomwere held by lsrael, they wouldmassacre the segregated host-ages.

The lsraeli government cameunder great pressure from itspeople to give in to the black-mail and free the terrorists.Playing for time and Pretendingnegotiation, the lsraeli govern-ment decided not to submit tothe terrorist demand and set inmotion a daring oPeration.

A crack commando unit wasordered to fly to Entebbe and

rescue the hostages by force ofarms. lt seemed an impossiblemission. To fly secretly 2,500miles and land in a hostilecountry. To storm an airPortheavily guarded by the Ugandanarmy. then get away safelY frompursuing jet fighters. lndeed,ldi Amin never even consideredthat the lsraelis would attemptsuch a hazardous operation.

The lsraeli strike force landedin darkness at Entebbe. Theramp of the giant Herculestransport was lowered and outraced the jeep-borne com-mandos in a two-pronged as-sault. While one group stormedthe bu ilding to f ree the hostagesthe other unit destroyed theU gandan M I G fighters to preventpursuit.

Seven terrorists and morethan twenty Ugandan soldierswere killed in the fierce gun-battle. The commandos sufferedlight casualties but, unfortun-ately, two of the hostages diedin the crossfire. The hundredother captives were freed, hur-ried on to the Hercules andflown to lsrael.

ldi Amin, humiliated by theIsraeli triumph, ranted about"invasion" and territorial sanc-tity. The Western worldapplauded the brilliant exploit.ln standing firm against theterrorists, and carrying out itsbold and successful rescueoperation. the lsraeli govern-ment had dealt a tremendousblow against international skY-jacking.

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lies concealed in bushes onopen ground. He is a terror-ist. He is there to destroy anincoming jet carrying astatesman of an "enemy"country.

Fanatical, ruthless, the terror-ist coldly prepares to wreck theaircraft in flight, a savage actof destruction in the furtherenceof his political cause

The weapon he has chosen forthe task is a lightweight, one-man operated supersonic mis-sile system developed in Britain,called "Blowpipe". The Ameri-cans and the R ussians havesimilar man-portable weapons.

The complete Blowpipe sys-tem weighs less than 40 lbs andbreaks down into two parts:the missile-loaded canister (thepipe) and the aiming unit. Ittakes only a few seconds to putthem together. The weapon issimple to use.

Blowpipe is f ired f rom theshoulder. The hand grip has afiring trigger and a thumb-operated missile controller. Youpoint the weapon at the target.There is a monocular (one-eye)sight on the aiming unit throughwhich you can track the target.

The action of pulling thetrigger generates electrical im-pulses which energise the ther-

mal batteries to provide powerfor the aiming unit and for themissile. The battery whichpowers the aiming unit is fittedin the canister.

One second after you pull thetrigger the missile is launchedfrom the canister by a motorwhich burns for only a fractionof a second so that when itemerges it is coasting, and thereis no danger f rom f lames orblast. Only when it is a safedistance from the operator willthe second stage ignit and boostthe rocket to supersonic speed.

The missile will follow yourline of sight. The aiming deviceis also fitted with a sensor whichdetects the position of the mis-sile in relation to your line ofsight. The missile is fitted withflares which provide outputs forboth visual and automatictracking.

The error signals generated inthe sensor are transmitted by aradio in the aiming unit and anaerial in the canister to themissile. A receiving system inthe missile passes these signalsto the control unit, and themissile is automatically broughton to your line of sight.

The automatic system willguide the missile along your lineof sight, and if you keep yourline of sight on the target themissile will "beam ride" to-wards the target. ln other words,

you can hardly miss. And evenif you do-you can still bringdown the aircraft !

The Blowpipe missile carriesa blast warhead that is capableof penetrating armour plate.Detonation of the warhead oc-curs when the missile makescontact with the target, butthere is also a proximity fuse inthe no$e of the rocket whichtriggers the warhead if the mis-sile passes within a certain dis-tance of the target.

The American "Red Eye"inf ra - red, one- man operatedanti-aircraft missile, and thesimilar Russian "Strella"weapon are different from Blow-pipe in that, after visual aiming,the missiles "home" on to theheat generated by the aircraft'sengine.

Now back to the terrorist atthe airfield. His mission was afailure. Before he could bringhis missile system into action hewas pounced on by specially-trained anti-terrorist agents whohad learned of the plot.

Blowpipe is just one of a widerange of modern weapons avai!-able to terrorists and nationalsecurity forces alike. Privatearms dealing is big business onan international scale; unscru-pulous "merchants of death"will provide weapons of alltypes-with no questions asked

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The Armalite, developed inAmerica, is probably the world'sdeadliest, mass-produced lightrifle. The gas-operated ArmaliteAR:18 models weighs 7.4 lbswhen loaded with a z0-roundmagazine. lt fires 5.56mm am-munition at a rate of 800 roundsper minute. There is a selectorfor either full or semi-automaticfire. lts overall length is 38{ insand with the shou lder stockfolded the weapon's length isreduced to 281ins.

The highly-accurate Armalitehas an effective range of500 y ds and can be convertedinto a sniping rifle by attachingthe 3-power telescopic sightspecially designed for it. lssuedto Arnerican troops and police,the Armalite has recently comeinto the hands of terrorists allover the world.

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