Thunder in the Morning Calm (Pacific Rim Series, Band 1) - Softcover

Brown, Don

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0310330149 ISBN 13: 9780310330141

Verlag: Zondervan, 2011

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Lieutenant Commander “Gunner” McCormick is assigned as an intelligence officer to Carrier Strike Force 10, being deployed to the Yellow Sea at the invitation of South Korea for joint exercises with the US Navy. During his pre-deployment briefing, he discovers a TOP-SECRET MEMO revealing rumors that the North Koreans may still be holding a handful of elderly Americans from the Korean War in secret prison camps.As it happens, Gunner’s grandfather, who was a young marine officer in the Korean War, disappeared at Chosin Reservoir over 60 years ago and is still listed as MIA in North Korea. Sworn to silence about what he has read, the top-secret memo eats at him. Gunner decides to spend all his inheritance and break every military regulation in the book to finance his own three-man commando squad on a suicide mission north of the DMZ to search for clues about the fate of his grandfather. Risking his career, his fortune, and his life, Gunner will get his answers, or he will die trying. Don Brown is building a loyal fan base by writing what he knows best: thrillers with heart. A former Navy JAG officer and action officer in the Pentagon, Brown pens action-packed plots and finely-drawn characters that are credible and compelling. Thunder in the Morning Calm is a novel of bravery, duty, and family love that will keep readers of all ages reading straight through to the last page.

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Don Brown is the author of Thunder in the Morning Calm, The Malacca Conspiracy, The Navy Justice Series, and The Black Sea Affair, a submarine thriller that predicted the 2008 shooting war between Russia and Georgia. Don served five years in the U.S. Navy as an officer in the Judge Advocate General's (JAG) Corps, which gave him an exceptional vantage point into both the Navy and the inner workings "inside-the-beltway" as an action officer assigned to the Pentagon. He left active duty in 1992 to pursue private practice, but remained on inactive status through 1999, rising to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. He and his family live in North Carolina, where he pursues his passion for penning novels about the Navy. www.donbrownbooks.com Facebook: Don-Brown

 

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Thunder in the Morning Calm

By Don Brown

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Copyright © 2011 Don Brown
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-310-33014-1

Chapter One

Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI) Suitland, Maryland

The massive Suitland Federal Center, located in suburban Maryland just eight miles southeast of the Pentagon, sprawled across 226 acres of grass, well-manicured shrubbery, and brick-and-mortar federal office buildings.

Reachable by subway off the Washington Metro's Green Line, yet unknown to most Americans, the center is home to several federal agencies, the most recognizable being the United States Census Bureau.

From the Pentagon, the ride to Suitland by car was scenic, even on a barren mid-November day. Crossing the Potomac River, the government-issued Ford Taurus passed by the Jefferson Memorial and the Tidal Basin, the reflections in the pools and basins of Washington's great monuments a reminder of the great force for freedom that America had been, still is, and, hopefully, will remain.

But in a few short minutes, the images of grandeur disappeared as the Taurus left behind the glamorous buildings of government and drove into the crime-infested southeast sector of the city, past the Washington Navy Yard to the right and slumlord government housing to the left.

In the front passenger seat, Lieutenant Commander Gunner McCormick, United States Navy, checked his watch. They had departed the Pentagon thirty minutes after the end of rush hour, with plenty of time to spare, unless one of those notoriously inconvenient Washington-area fender benders paralyzed traffic.

"We've got a few minutes, sir," said the senior chief petty officer driving the Taurus. "Be happy to stop and buy you a coffee."

"Sounds great, Senior Chief," the commander said. "I could use the caffeine. Come to think of it, I could use a smoke." He checked his watch again. "But I'd rather be early than take any chances. How about on the way back I buy you a coffee or, better yet, maybe something a little more substantial."

"That'll work," the senior chief said, sporting a sly grin as the Taurus rolled east across the Pennsylvania Avenue bridge spanning the Anacostia River.

Not much was said for the rest of the trip as the commander gathered his thoughts. Three days ago, they plucked him off his ship in the Pacific, flew him to Hawaii, then to San Diego, and then to the Pentagon for one day. And now they were driving him over to Suitland, to the Office of Naval Intelligence, for a top-secret meeting about a top-secret subject. He still had no clue why he had been called.

His boss at sea, Rear Admiral James S. Hampton Jr., had not been too happy about it. But then, Admiral Hampton had not been happy about much lately. Gunner thought the admiral had been on his case over just about anything and everything. He had no idea what was bothering him. Who knew? He'd learned long ago that in the Navy, you don't second-guess the orders of your superiors. Half those orders never made sense anyway. And you don't try to read officers' minds. Flag officers, especially, could change their minds as quickly as the wind shifts directions. So what was the point?

They crossed the Maryland state line into Prince George's County. They made a right and then a left on Branch and Alabama Avenues, then stayed to the right for the final stretch along Suitland Road Southeast. As they approached Gate 1, the driver slowed down, then turned in. After presenting their credentials, they drove onto the grounds of Suitland Federal Center. The road dead-ended at Swan Road, the main corridor within the center. Most of the signs pointed to the left, toward the buildings of the giant US Census Bureau. But the senior chief clicked on the right-turn signal and made a sharp right turn.

A moment later, they reached Gate 9, with its armed Marine Corps guards. A Marine staff sergeant snapped to attention and shot a sharp salute.

"Good morning, sir," the sergeant said. "May I help you?"

"I've got a meeting with the admiral at ONI," Gunner said, referring to the Office of Naval Intelligence.

"Aye, aye, sir," the sergeant said. "Your identification and orders, please."

"Senior Chief," the commander said, "show the sergeant our papers."

"Aye, sir." The senior chief passed the orders out the window.

The sergeant studied the papers, then passed them back. He shot another perfectly stiff salute with precision-like bearing. "You may proceed through the gate. ONI is in the building straight ahead. The duty officer is awaiting your arrival, Commander, and will escort you to the admiral's spaces."

"Thank you, Sergeant," Gunner replied, and the Taurus rolled through Gate 9 past two other Marine guards and parked near the National Maritime Intelligence Center building.

Gunner stepped through the double doors into the marble-floored foyer. Flanking the entryway to the left was the flag of the United States. To the right was the US Navy flag.

"Lieutenant Commander McCormick?" A Navy lieutenant smiled and extended her hand. The gold cord hanging from her left epaulette designated her as an aide to an admiral.

"That's me. My friends call me Gunner."

"Yes, I've heard." Hers was a dimple-accentuated smile. "I'm Lieutenant Mary Jefferies."

"You're the admiral's aide?"

"That's right."

"Nice to meet you, Lieutenant." He released her handshake.

"You too, Commander. I'll take you up to the conference room on the sixth deck. We have some background information for you to read. Then the admiral and I will brief you."

"Excellent," Gunner said and followed her onto the elevator. "But you can call me Gunner if you'd like."

Lieutenant Jefferies punched a button and the elevator lifted quickly to the sixth floor—the sixth deck—where the doors parted and Jefferies stepped into the hallway just ahead of Gunner.

"Right this way," Jefferies said, holding her hand out to the left. They walked down to the end of the long hallway. Jefferies stopped in front of a door, punched a combination lock, and pushed open the door to a windowless rectangular conference room, complete with table and chairs. In the middle of the long table was an 8-by-10-inch envelope with the words TOP SECRET in red.

"In the envelope you'll find your orders, Commander, along with general background on the political and military situation surrounding your next assignment. I'll leave you here to go over the material. I'll be back in a few minutes to let you know when the admiral will be ready."

"Excellent," he said, "but you can call me Gunner."

Jefferies beamed at him. "Very persistent, I see. Just like your dossier says."

"You've read my dossier?"

"Would you expect otherwise?"

"I think you're bluffing, Lieutenant. You don't have an actual dossier on me."

"Oh, I'm bluffing, am I?" She raised one eyebrow.

"So just what about me have you read?"

"Hmm. Let's see what I can recall. Graduated from Virginia Tech. Four-year backup quarterback on the football team, but didn't play much. You got to carry a clipboard and wear a headset and send in plays to the starter."

"Ooh, that hurt."

"Did it now?" She smiled at him. "You got tired of not seeing any action, so you joined the Navy."

"I just want you to know I'm in better shape now than I was when I played on the football team. We had a wimpy strength-and-conditioning coach. The guy didn't know how to teach power lifting. An hour a day on weights now does more than two hours in the gym...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Zondervan
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2011
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0310330149
• ISBN 13: 9780310330141
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 336
• Kontakt zum Hersteller: SMM itaku(DVD)(SNDDP); www.sony.de; ; Sony Center, Building D, Kemperplatz 1; Berlin; 10785; Deutschland