![]() ![]() And when he had dispatched these, he would reconstruct in perfect detail the greatest achievements of his long career, and go on to plan those yet to happen. He exercised his body ruthlessly to keep his muscles finely toned, and drilled his brain no less fanatically with complex chess and bridge problems committed to memory. He owned one of the truly original criminal minds of the century, and had no intention of letting it rust into disuse. These sounds, after a while, slotted subliminally into his mind, and were used by Smith to fuel his determination to avoid mental stagnation in his solitary confinement. Yet still, and obsessively, Smith listened – for the catch in the footfalls of his guards that meant a broken step, for the clang of a dropped key and the curse that always followed it, for the scraping of a match as a warder unknowingly bestowed on Smith the priceless gift of lighting a cigarette outside his cell. But these were few, scattered like grace notes through an otherwise pedestrian score. His hearing had become abnormally and selectively acute, sifting the mélange of man-made, purposeful noises for the odd accidental one to disturb the relentless pattern of normality. In three years, even during his twice-daily canters round the exercise yard, not a single aeroplane engine had Smith heard, nor the dying snarl of a lorry, nor the aimless twittering of a sparrow. No everyday sounds of the world outside reached his ears through the solid old walls of Fresnes Prison. No natural light penetrated the cell, for he was a Category ‘A’ convict, rating a top-security tomb. Not all of them, but enough to keep him in touch with reality. Mister Smith’s watch had long since been taken from him, so he logged the passing seconds in his head. And six of the most important men in the world aboard the President’s plane…Who pushed the button that destroyed Air Force One?Why must everyone be killed?Are they really dead?In this game of deception only UNACO and its daring team can be trusted to join the gamble - but can they win?Īlistair MacLean’s UNACO Air Force One Is DownĬover (#u53626a9c-45d3-55c2-b5e8-b4b4185f08f8).Two men with the same name and the same face.When the mission looks impossible, the world calls upon UNACO.The world’s most ingenious international criminal is bent on revenge… Someone wants revenge, and the target is the President’s plane. ![]()
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