Slade - Lion Resurgent

LION RESURGENT

Stuart Slade

Dedication

This book is respectfully dedicated to the members of the Comision Nacional sobre la Desaparicion de Personas, (CONADEP) whose work on Argentinas Dirty War started the justice cascade trend leading to the implementation of new practices that provide more accountability for human rights violations

Acknowledgements

Lion Resurgent could not have been written without the very generous help of a large number of people who contributed their time, input and efforts into confirming the technical details of the story. Some of these generous souls I know personally, others I know only via the internet as the collective membership of The Board yet their communal wisdom and vast store of knowledge, freely contributed, has been truly irreplaceable.

I must also express a particular debt of gratitude to my wife Josefa for without her kind forbearance, patient support and unstintingly generous assistance, this novel would have remained nothing more than a vague idea floating in the back of my mind.

Caveat

Lion Resurgent is a work of fiction, set in an alternate universe. All the characters appearing in this book are fictional and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. Although some names of historical characters appear, they do not necessarily represent the same people we know in our reality.

Copyright 2011 Stuart Slade

ISBN 978-1-257-89964-7

Previous Books In This Series Available From Lulu Press

Winter Warriors....(1945)

The Big One....(1947)

Anvil of Necessity....(1948)

The Great Game....(1959)

Crusade....(1965)

Ride of The Valkyries....(1972)

Lion Resurgent....(1982)

Coming Shortly

A Mighty Endeavor....(1940)

PART ONE SOBERANIA

CHAPTER ONE TOOLS OF THE TRADE

Karoo Desert, South Africa, October 1981

And now, ladies and gentlemen, McMullen Industries is proud to present the corporations latest contribution to the defense of our country, the Boomslang tank destroyer!

A low, sinister-looking vehicle accelerated out of its hide in front of the gathered crowd and turned to face the six target vehicles parked on the range in front of it. Its tracks threw a cloud of dust as they churned the thin, dry soil of the Karou, almost hiding the vehicle in its own private smokescreen. The Boomslang stopped. Something happened on the superstructure aft of the drivers compartment. Two half-cylinders mounted on the upper decking rotated, exposing the anti-tank missiles mounted on the rails integral to the cylinder. A tongue of red flame shot out as one of the anti-tank missiles streaked across the range, burning up the 4,000 meters to the first target. It hit squarely on the front of the old tank, sending a great pyre of smoke shot with rolling orange flames skywards.

Before the missile had reached the halfway point to its target, the Boomslang fired again. The second missile streaked off towards the target at the other end of the range. This time, the audience gasped in dismay, the missile was obviously flying too high and would overshoot its target. It did. The instant it started to pass over the old tank it had been aimed at, the warhead detonated. Fragments lashed through the thin top armor of the vehicle. The second tank joined the first; reduced to wreckage crowned by the column of black, flame-laced smoke. The crowd erupted into cheers as the implications of a top-attack missile sank in.

The third and fourth missiles followed the same pattern, rapid fire pairs that turned their targets into blazing wrecks. For a second, the Boomslang was silent. Only two targets were left, the outer members of the original line almost two kilometers apart.

Suddenly, the Boomslang fired two missiles simultaneously. The weapons raced across the desert to see which would reach its target first. As it happened, it was a dead heat. Both remaining targets exploded simultaneously. The crowd went wild at the demonstration.

And, ladies and gentlemen, lets see an SU-130 do that!

Out on the range, the Boomslang turned around and drove towards the watching spectators. A few meters short of them, it stopped. Inside the driving compartment, the driver reached for the suspension controls. He lowered the nose of the vehicle and raised the rear so that it appeared to be taking a bow in response to the applause. The crowd thundered their approval. Hatches opened and the crew emerged; the driver from his position beside the forward-mounted diesel, the commander behind him and the two missile controllers from their positions just in front of the missile launch rails.

Ladies and gentlemen, a round of applause for the McMullen Industries Boomslang and its crew!

Auditorium, McMullen Industries Head Office, Capetown, South Africa.

A thunderous round of applause swept the room as the film finished. The last few inches of the 35mm reel rattled as it went through the projector gate. The hammering as delighted stockholders pounded on the desks built into their seats sounded almost like gunfire; it went on for minutes. In front of the audience, three men sat watching the display with broad grins on their faces. This wasnt the first such applause theyd received at one of these meetings but that didnt make it any the less welcome. Eventually, the ovation subsided and quieted completely as the man at the center of the head table raised one hand.

Thank you, but Im pleased to say that we have more good news for you. John McMullen looked at the audience who were virtually holding their breaths. Hed come a long way since he and the two men sitting beside him had started this company up in the desperate days of 1949. Hed arrived in South Africa with a wife, a few sovereigns as capital and very little else. He still had the wife. Now he had children and grand-children to go with her and more sovereigns than he could count. The South African Defense Forces have, this morning, placed an order for 800 Boomslang tank destroyers to re-equip the anti-tank battalions in all twelve of our infantry divisions.

He paused again as the audience once more erupted into cheers. Eight hundred vehicles was a big order, one that would keep McMullen Industries (President John McMullen, Vice-President Jorgie Vermaak, CEO Deke Van Huis) working full-time for years. A company that was working full time with a packed order book was a sound investment. That meant good dividends for the stockholders. As the audience allowed their delight to subside, one of the stockholders tapped the microphone in front of him.

I think I express the feelings of us all when I say, congratulations, gentlemen! A great day for the company I am sure. Can we assume that the Boomslangs on order will be armed with the anti-tank missile we have just seen?

McMullen spoke to the figure on his right. It went without saying that VerTech Inc (President Jorgie Vermaak, Vice President Deke Van Huis, CEO John McMullen) would be supplying the missiles for the new tank destroyer but it did no harm to confirm the fact. Vermaak leaned forward slightly. I am not sure, John, will you be ordering our Mamba missiles for the Boomslang?

Provided the price is right Jorgie, I think you can count on it. This time the laugh in the theater was full-bodied and almost outdid the applause of a few minutes before. Everybody in the room took it for granted that an order for the Boomslang meant an order for the Mamba. Just as certainly it also meant an order for the TV8 diesel engine produced by Van Huis Engineering (President Deke Van Huis, Vice President John McMullen, CEO Jorgie Vermaak). Cartoonists in the South African press never tired of depicting the conglomerate as a three-headed beast wielding a sword against South Africas enemies. Whether the beast in question was a hound, a snake or a buffalo depended on the newspaper. The three companies were joined at the hip and that was simply how things were. Now the original founders were getting on in years and starting to think of making a graceful exit from the companies they had founded. The next generation were moving up to take their place. Their links were even tighter than those of their parents for the three families had thoroughly intermarried over the years.