Albert Able
Gold Sharks
Introduction
Alex Scott, the descendant of several generations of fighting men, is the man upon whose shoulders the ongoing battle against evil rests.
He transferred from the Royal Navy to SONIC: Special Operations National & International Collaboration; an elite, covert NATO department, dedicated to the often amoral but vital role, of protecting the soft underbelly of democracy.
Alex is not the flashy philanderer, as special agents in many fiction stories are portrayed. Alex lives in the real world of life and death where subterfuge and well-honed skills are the everyday tools of success and survival. So in spite of being a little over six feet tall and weighing two hundred pounds, he deliberately keeps a low profile, preferring to blend quietly into any public gathering. He is uncompromisingly tough, very tough; he can kill without remorse, yet somehow still manages to disguise the inner turmoil of his dangerous occupation and retain a home-loving, caring life style and an essential part of his anonymity.
Greg Sing is a stocky fair-haired young man who was born in Hong Kong. His Cockney born father, formerly an engineer in the British army, met and married his mixed race mother while on a posting to the region. The cheerful, energetic young boy grew up with army routine and spent most of his youth travelling from one posting to another with his devoted parents. They eventually retired in Hong Kong but Greg, their only son, could not throw off the nomadic habits they had adopted. So when he was old enough, with the spirit of adventure coursing in his veins, he left home and spent several years roaming the world. It was while he was on his travels that he learned of the mystery of ‘Yamashta’s Gold’
Oscar Nippon was born in Tokyo and moved with his parents to Hong Kong soon after the war. Taller than average, he is extremely fit and passionate about all kinds of field sports. With the advantage of a first class education, he has become fluent in several oriental and European languages. His English in particular is precise and cultivated. He once lived and worked as a property developer in Hong Kong, where he had fallen victim to the curse of opium in his grief after his wife died tragically in childbirth.
It had been entirely due the support and trust of his business partners that he was able finally to kick the habit and resume a full productive life.
The Syndicate, with its insatiable appetite for power, is the main enemy.
An alliance of ruthless, ambitious criminals who, for their own gratification, are bent on bringing havoc to the financial structure of the Western democratic economies. They will cooperate in the short term with any local crime family, terrorist group or corrupt political entity in order to achieve their aims
Badly mauled by Alex Scott in their last bloody clash, the Syndicate is looking to even up the score.
The greedy ones; these are the social parasites with the perfected skill of living from other people’s efforts or weaknesses.
And occasionally the innocent opportunist. Why not?
The legend of “YAMASHTA’S GOLD”
At the height of its power in World War Two, the Imperial Japanese war machine controlled much of the Far East. Its early, almost unchecked conquests, allowed it to loot vast unrecorded hoards of treasure. These included countless precious works of art from museums, personal jewellery from imprisoned citizens and huge amounts of gold bullion from the banks.
At the centre of their conquests lay the Philippine islands, which were chosen as a convenient staging point for these priceless artefacts.
The last twelve months of the war, however, saw a rapid change in Japan’s military fortunes. Desperate for more resources to finance their dieing dreams of conquest, the Emperor gave the order to ship these accumulated treasures, especially the gold bullion, which was estimated in hundreds of tonnes, back to mainland Japan.
Rather than take any unnecessary risk with such a valuable cargo and to ensure that such a vulnerable operation was executed efficiently, the Emperor sent his trusted first cousin, Prince Ticator Siniochi, to organise the operation.
The vastly superior Allies’ military might, however, ensured that the task was doomed from the beginning. The Japanese air force was almost non-existent and the navy no longer had total control of the waters between the Philippines and the homeland.
When the Prince reported the precarious military situation the Emperor reluctantly ordered him to hide the treasure on the islands — at least until it was safe to recover it. At the same time he despatched his most famous and hitherto undefeated commander, General Yamashta, ‘to assist the Prince in securing the treasure and to defend the island at all costs!’
Tonnes of gold and silver were consequently buried, in one hundred and seventy five separate sites, including many of the deep caves that litter the Philippines.
The victorious American army eventually captured General Yamashta but the Prince vanished without trace. Seeking revenge for their defeat earlier in the war, the Americans put the General on trial for war crimes. Unsurprisingly, having ordered the massacre of some thirty-five thousand Philippine civilians in the latter stages of the Japanese occupation alone, he was found guilty. Following an unconvincing appeal, he was rather too hastily executed and so the exact coordinates of the gold caches went to the grave with him.
Tantalizingly, some has since been recovered but the location of the great majority remains a mystery to this day. Consequently the legend of ‘Yamashta’s Gold’ still attracts scores of hopeful treasure hunters from around the globe.
GOLD SHARKS is the exciting story of one such attempt to uncover a fortune.
THE BEGINNING
The war was gradually beginning to turn against the Japanese as American troops, supported by their mighty industrial war capacity, inexorably pushed back the increasingly demoralised Imperial armies.
Well aware of the inevitable conclusion to the war, a growing number of leading political and military figures in the Japanese regime began to make new plans for their individual futures.
On the main Philippine island. Luzon, a camouflaged convoy of heavily laden lorries ploughed and skidded its way through treacherous rain-drenched mountain passes, eventually descending into the bomb-damaged suburbs of Manila and onto the docks. The twenty-five vehicles in the convoy finally ground to a halt alongside the quay where the sleek black vessel was moored.
The submarine, a long-range 9-C40 Class, the very latest German design and build, had been sent to their Japanese allies as part of the mutual support agreement and was intended to boost morale after the heavy naval defeats in the Pacific at the hands of the Americans.
It was late afternoon and the sun had already settled below the low hills that formed the backdrop to the sprawling capital city.
Officers shouted complex commands; men appeared and started unloading heavy wooden crates from the leading trucks and via two rickety wooden gangplanks onto the submarine’s deck where they were to be lashed with rope and lowered awkwardly through the narrow cargo hatches.
The methodical procedure continued uninterrupted for about two hours when suddenly an Allied air raid was announced by the ear-piercing whine of the hand-operated sirens. The officers screamed further commands, urging the men to ignore the sirens and continue with their backbreaking task. The sky was filled with the drone of a multitude of invisible aircraft. Searchlights pierced the night; anti-aircraft batteries desperately spewed their shrapnel-filled missiles into the black sky. Moments later, the scream of the deadly cargo, ejected from the droning monsters, could be clearly heard above the shouts of the frantic officers and the pounding tropical rain that had chosen the same moment to visit the scene.