After the publication of the book Game of Death on Amazon, on a long flight across the Atlantic, my thoughts returned to recent events. Namely, the book Game of Death was written based on actual events. The names, locations, and order of some events have been changed.
Is the book too similar to the actual event even though the data is distorted? Is there a danger of revealing a secret locked in the Pentagon’s best-kept vault?
I was recently involved in an operation by a CIA operative unit when an agent (I’ll call him John) was lightly wounded. I invited him to spend part of the revival at my mountain villa in the Bernese Alps. In the seven days he has been with me, he told me the most intriguing case of the last decade. John had a supporting role, but he knew the details.
Scientists of the new information age had leading roles, in this case. On the one hand, it was the quiet work of people with large curved screens and powerful computers. The other side was cruelty, blood, and piles of corpses. Discoveries that bothered “big business” are often brutally stopped. The great scientist Nikola Tesla was killed in a New York hotel because he wanted to give free energy to the whole world.
A pleasant female voice warned us to land at Bern-Belp Airport. Unpleasant tingles went through my body. Hours after the book was published, I learned that John had been killed in a severe car accident.
“Doctor Kresch! Doctor Kresch!” a voice echoed in the pilot’s headphones.” Control 12. The missile is rushing towards you!”
“Hello, center. Identify the missile,” the pilot said sharply.
“Here is Dalles. I think it’s AIM-120 or AMRAAM by Raytheon, Doctor. Um, no!” Dalles said and continued,” I think it’s Peregrine, a faster rocket than AMRAAM.”
“Give me Harry,” the pilot said quickly.
“I’m here, old boy.”
“What is the speed of Peregrine, Harry?”
“Over four Mach. About 2700 mph.”
“How far is it?” was the next question.
“It’s approaching abruptly. I don’t know! Jump out, Kresch!” Harry replied in a panic.
The plane changed direction, and it suddenly set off to the ground from a height of thirty thousand feet.
“Don’t do that, Kresch. You can’t escape Peregrine. Your mass and warmth automatically guide it!” Harry screamed.
The pilot straightened the plane three thousand feet above the ground and increased speed.
“You’re crazy, Kresch. You’re flying 700 mph at ground level.”
“I’ll trick him. He’s going to crash on the hill,” was the short answer.
The plane flew between two hills and, with a perfect maneuver, turned into the valley. The projectile lost direction and almost hit the mountain but continued its murderous pursuit.
“It’s behind you, Kresch. Jump out!”
“I can’t, Harry. This piece of metal is my life. I’ll try one more time.”
The dazzling hunter flew swiftly toward the mountain in front of his infernal pursuer. Now the time was measured in seconds.
The pilot steered the machine to the very top. This maneuver was well known. A fighter jet needs to be raised in the last hundredths of a second. The accompanying rocket cannot change direction and crashes against a hill. Such a maneuver was impossible, with Peregrine in the tail and at such great speed.
The plane was approaching the top of the stone gorge at breakneck speed. Kresch pushed the lever forward in a quick motion. The Fighting Falcon jerked and soared toward the sky. At 400 mph, the maneuver would succeed. But the noiseless machine flew 700 mph.
A terrible blow to the top of the mountain merged with a powerful explosion of Peregrine.