Rachel's War

Rachel’s War.

David Rory O’Neill.

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Rachel’s War 2nd Edition 2018 /David Rory O'Neill.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Born and raised in Belfast until troubles and tribal violence drove him away, David grew to be a non-conformist and independent soul clinging to his counter-culture ideals. He found peace and his true calling as a storyteller in the literary Irish tradition. He now lives in a lovely restored old art and book-filled house in the lee of the Silvermine Mountains, Tipperary, Ireland. He shares his life there with beloved Brigitte. David Rory O’Neill has written twenty novels and more are bubbling and brewing. http://www.davidrory.com

Dedications:

My thanks go to Miriam Drori for editorial help and encouragement.

For Brigitte who showed me what love can be.

For Ria who is loved and is my one true legacy.

For Marcia, for her friendship and encouragement.

Cover art by the author.

David Rory O’Neill. Ireland. 2018.

Also by David Rory O'Neill: Available as paperback or eBook.

Rachel’s Walk. Novella (eBook)

Rachel’s War. Novella (eBook)

Rachel’s Might. Novella (eBook)

The Rachel Stories. Paperback omnibus edition.

The Butterfly Effect Trilogy:

Bonny, the Butterfly Effect.

Lauren, the Butterfly Effect.

Chepi, the Butterfly Effect.

The Prairie Companions.

The West Cork Trilogy:

1 Surviving Beauty. 2 Beauty’s Price. 3 Blue Sky Orphan.

4 The West Cork Trilogy. Omnibus (eBook)

The Daniel Series:

1 Conflict. 2 Challenge. 3 Passion. 4 Grip.

5 Judgement. 6 Pyramid. 7 Trial.

The Daniel Series box set: The Adventures of Daniel, Lauren and Bonny. (eBook)

Novellas

Animal. Novella (eBook)

Skellig Testament. Novella (eBook)

I welcome contact with my readers. Information on published and future work can be found on my website: http://www.davidrory.com/

UK English is used in this work so you will find grey not gray and colour not color– these are not mistakes. (Sorry Noel Webster)

If you enjoyed this novel please leave a review on your supplier’s site– reviews are the lifeblood of the modern author. Thank you.

Introduction:

We met Rachel in the novella ‘Rachel’s Walk.’ We followed the awkward and innocent country girl from school to joining the Royal Navy. There she met the woman who would change her life forever. Lauren Greer introduced Rachel to serious weights and the bodybuilding that liberated the pudgy young woman and created an amazon of huge power and beauty. She was drawn into the dangerous and exciting world of undercover intelligence work with the navy’s top-secret Detachment 16.

Rachel’s beautiful green eyes are opened to a whole new world were sexual roles become blurred. She becomes the lover of the enticing, voluptuous and magical Canadian spook, Bonny-Ann Becket.

Rachel has never forgotten the boy who used to follow her to school and who had a huge crush on her. Christopher comes back into her life after a chance meeting and they discover a mutual understanding and attraction that enables him to accept and love the challenging and powerful woman Rachel has become.

We left Rachel and Christopher as they began their relationship. Now we shall see were Rachel’s Walk leads her in the years that follow. Years filled with excitement, danger, fulfillment, horror and loss - years of a secret violent war that sees Rachel become the most fearsome warrior that Detachment 16 has ever known.

This then is Rachel’s War.

Rachel’s War.

Rachel smiled and raised herself on her toes so her mighty muscles flexed and the stupendous power in her legs was evident and proudly displayed. She opened her arms wide and pumped her huge biceps as she grinned and he knew what she would do next and his penis jumped and he held his breath.

Then Rachel walked.

**

Christopher held his breath in anticipation of what Rachel would do when she walked the length of her bedroom to him. Visions of the time she’d lifted him and demonstrated her immense power came to him as fresh as if it had been only yesterday and not all those years ago on the shore at Adleburgh. She stopped before him and smiled a slightly shy smile then she sank lower bending her knees but keeping eye contact. She put her arms about him gripping behind his bum, slowly; exquisitely slowly she stood and lifted him. His penis pressed between her breasts. She looked down at it and lowered her head and stuck out her tongue to touch it. Rachel looked once more in Christopher’s eyes and said, Will you cum fast? Should I make you cum now so we can make love easily and without hurry.

He tried to speak but his voice cracked and she knew his answer so she squeezed him harder and moved him up and down against her. It seemed so effortless for her but he knew he must weigh much the same as she. He knew he could not have lifted her in this way and certainly not moved her as easily as she now moved him. His head rolled back, he closed his eyes and words came: Harder, harder, crush me.

Then thought went and the over whelming tingle that robs men of sense and awareness was there as he orgasmed. A time later he dropped his head and looked down at Rachel’s face. She still looked up at him with her bright emerald eyes gleaming and a girlish naughty smile that made him grin. His guilty post cum awkwardness fled, driven away by the warmth and joy of her smile. The spurt up her chest and on her neck caught his eye and for a moment he wanted to clean her, wanted not to have soiled her beauty. She saw where he looked and her smile broadened. She said, I like it. I like the power I have to bring such release to you. Don’t ever worry about that. It’s a great beautiful thing this man-juice, this life-seed.

They climbed on the bed then and took their time learning each other’s bodies and responses. They talked and laughed and it was fun and fearless and filled with discovery and relief. Relief that they would be compatible and comfortable in their sensuality and sexual drives. Rachel had worried her immense power would daunt and diminish Christopher and he worried his love of her power would suggest he was somehow less than masculine. These worries were made harmless by honest words and the sharing of secrets only they ever shared.

They made love for most of that night and in the morning they rose and showered and shared breakfast in near silence, an easy silence broken only by the smiles that turned to giggles and laughter. When they dressed and got ready to face the day, Rachel took Christopher’s hand and led him to the sofa.

When he was seated she knelt before him with her hands resting on his thighs and said, Now I must tell you things that are difficult. What I do is hard and nasty and I will have secrets I must not share with you. Don’t ever ask me. This will be more difficult than you can imagine now. Trust will be tested and fear will grip you. There may be times when I come to you with the marks of war and battle on me and you must not ask about these even though you will want to. I have killed, Christopher and I will again. I am a warrior and I am most effective. I will need to seduce men and women and may even have sex with them and you must accept that too and know absolutely it is only a threat to us if you make it so. There are two women in my life that will always have my absolute loyalty and love and if you ever try to make me choose I will choose them over you. So Chris, before this thing between us goes any further you must consider these things and be very sure you can accept them. I do not want an answer now. I will not accept any quick answer swayed by the high feeling we have now. I want you to wait a month and then tell me. Then and only then will we speak of what future we might share.

**

The former Royal Naval air station at Hal Far on the island of Malta is no longer an airfield, having been returned to the Maltese government in 1978. It was developed as an industrial area but retained one runway now used by local car clubs for drag racing. It was also the location of a refugee camp, mainly housing Lebanese fleeing the bloody civil war there. Such camps are often used by terrorist groups to infiltrate agents into Europe.

Rachel’s targets were a man and a woman from Hezbollah seeking to gain entry into Germany and then the UK as refugees. Mosad had flagged them as known terrorists responsible for several brutal attacks on UN aid posts and the kidnapping and killing of two aid workers. As a mark of respect to Lauren Greer, Mosad did not act themselves but passed dossiers on the two to Det16. They agreed to provide an agent to work with Rachel on the operation to identify and kill the Hezbollah agents. He was known to Rachel simply as, David. No last names and no questions.

They were given suitable clothing and legends and entered the camp as refugees. Levantine Arabic was not a language Rachel was good with but she learned a few phrases. David was however fluent. Rachel’s build was disguised by long flowing clothes and she wore a head and face scarf. Neither carried weapons, this killing was going to be up close and brutal.

They had been in the camp three days before they found their targets and arranged to be moved to the same accommodation huts. On the first night, Rachel lay in the women’s dormitory listening to the murmur of shared frightened secrets being whispered. As the lights went out and the moon rose casting a silver sheen in the darkness, the whispers turned to purring and snores. An occasional nightmare cry would ripple down the dorm creating more disquiet and more nightmares. Rachel reflected on the horrors these women had fled from, the terror of unrestricted war when civilians became the targets of religious and ethnic cleansing. A war aim that is as old as mankind and the most horrific kind of war yet devised. She felt sympathy for all but one of the women she lay with, for she, her target, was one of those perpetrating this war on the very people she now sheltered with.

I’ve never killed like this before. In cold blood, an assassination, a murder and never a woman. I assume it is she I will kill. She’s two beds away. I need to discuss the when’s and hows’ with David but I assume it will be here at night. A neck snap I guess. Fast and silent. I am surprised by how calm I feel, not afraid or nervous. Is there something missing in me that enables me to do this killing to be so ruthless and… I was thinking unfeeling but that’s not it. I do feel a good deal and I don’t enjoy or get any good feeling from this but neither do I shy from it. I have lost my old words. My old language is gone. I can barely remember how I used to speak and… Chris noticed that. He still sounds as he did, no dialect perhaps but then he didn’t use it much even when we were young but he says I sound posh now. I guess I got that from Lauren and Bonny and mostly from Britannia. They still discourage officers from regional speech. It’s the precise way I now talk and think that’s new. Clarity in thought and speech is what I learned from Lauren. The skipper is so sharp and clear and exact… like the scalpel she is. I guess I have tried to be like her. I wonder why? Admiration perhaps. OK try to sleep now and stop this questioning...

…Nope can’t stop the thinking. Chris says he has no worries about the killing but he and most people have no idea what that word means. They see it on films and think they know but they don’t. They can’t know the sounds and the flicker in the eyes as the brain stops and even the smells. I still recall the smell of that Korean’s aftershave and the smell of… go on face it. He shat himself and you smelled that and knew what it was. I saw a cat do that once when a car hit it. I guess lots of animals do it and that’s why we say he shat himself when we mean terrified, but few people have experienced the reality of that terrible intimacy. Intimacy? Is that what I mean? Yes, yes it is. Taking and ending life close up like that is perhaps the ultimate intimate act, not loving or sexual but so very real and… I wonder is it the same for everyone or do some really feel nothing. Maybe that’s what a psychopath is… someone who does not feel that connection, that intimacy and that reality. They get removed from feeling. This x-ray a few beds away, has taken many lives but not up-close. Her killing was distant, bombs, guns at a distance but mostly bombs. For her it was not intimate so it must be unreal for her but she’ll know it’s real when she feels my hands on