"The Dhofar Doppelganger," tells the story of the unsuccessful attempt to cut off the Western Worlds oil supplies by taking control of Oman, that jewel of a country lying on the South Western side of the Straights of Hormuz.
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Set against the backdrop of international terrorism the book tells how identical twins, one a successful architect, the other a Major in the SAS, are drawn ito a plot to overthrow the Ruler of The Sultanate of Oman.
The action moves smoothly between Oman, London, Boston, Cyprus and Iran.
The climax is a hunt through the Southern Desert, the same place that British Troops are training for any action taken against the terror groups behind the 11th September 2001 bombing of New York, before a final show down and victory.
Taking a side track that brought them out to the car park, they sat laughing as they watched
the mad scramble of the others. After an hour, in which Alistair told the others of how when he first
came up here, practically every one of the Mess members were Geordies and you needed an interpreter
to follow what was being said, they started on the journey back to Salalah as the last rays of the day
were setting and the darkness of the night began its relentless march from the East. They sped across the flat stony plain towards the distant Jebal, behind which the sun was setting. It was just as they were
approaching the high sided Ambush Bend, so called because it was the favourite ambush point on that
road during the Dhofar war, that a small desert fox ran out across the road and Tom swung the steering
wheel in an attempt to miss it that the unmistakable sound of a light machine shattered the quite of the
In one fluid movement that came from years of training Tom drove the truck off the road and up
to the steep side of the hill, thus giving some protection to the people in the truck. As the vehicle came to a halt Tom had grabbed the small Heckler & Kock MP5 sub-machine gun that unknown to the others had been hidden under the seat for just an occasion as this. Shouting to the others to get down between the truck and the face of the hill he jumped out and ran to an outcrop of rock that afforded some protection but, at the same time, allowed him to see in the direction from which the shots had come. This he made just as the next volley of shots were in bound. Looking quickly around him he could see somebody up in the rocks and yet another a short distant away on the other side of the road. He realised the only way they could get out of this was to neutralise the person opposite and hope that it would frighten the others away, they he figured would be unwilling to spend to much time here in case other vehicles should happen along. Tom shouted across to Alister using German a language, which they both knew, and hoping against hope that their attacker would not.