Eagle Fangs is a modern-day techno-thriller. A Mideast mastermind conceives a brilliant fool proof plan to wipe out major cities across the globe. He spends years acquiring mothballed Soviet nuclear warheads. This nuclear
“ultra-terrorist” hides in a remote location deep inside Iran on the Turkmenistan border. Once the warheads are restored to operability, he’ll scatter them across the civilized world and simultaneously detonate them on November 9 (11/9).
A low-level Pentagon intelligence analyst notices a speck in the mountains. What is that? A hidden encampment? He alerts his superiors. They dismiss his analysis and don’t share his alarm. Desperate, he turns to his older brother who is the commander of a fighter squadron. His brother believes him. There is no time to go through proper channels. The fighter pilot assembles a small group of volunteers who must fly, undetected, over 8,000 miles. They must engage the entire air force of a hostile nation and, if they survive, face the death sentence as war criminals. The realism and technical aspects are accurate down to the smallest detail.
Targeted Age Group:: adults
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
Few authors have pulled 8 Gs. I flew the T-38 Talon which is a supersonic, small, nimble jet. Air Force pilots fly the Talon in air combat training. Over the decades my job title changed many times but it was always part of the nuclear weapons arena. As the operations evaluator, with the Air Combat Command Inspector General team for the, my officers evaluated units employing nuclear weapons. We worked with the National Security Agency, the State Department, and the Office of Special Investigations. One assignment made me a member of the On-Site Inspection Agency created by President Reagan to verify Soviet compliance with the Strategic Arms Limitation Treaty. My security clearance was much higher than top secret. It was my job to know who had nuclear weapons, how those weapons were maintained, stored, and employed in a nuclear conflict. Even today many nuclear weapons, held by the former Soviet Union, are unaccounted for. The Soviet Union had over 40,000 nuclear warheads when it fell apart. Our intelligence gathering capability is a shadow of what it was during the Cold War. This story is fiction but only a heartbeat from nonfiction.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
One day I had a good talk with Brigadier General Steve Ritchie. He was the only Air Force ace of the Vietnam War. He was quiet, reserved, and supremely confident. Not quite what I expected from someone who shot down five MiGs. He was my inspiration for the squadron commander. He is the fighter pilots' fighter pilot. It was my good fortune to work with some officers who knew everything about everything. Consulting them before making a decision allowed me to keep my screw ups small and limited in number. There is no substitute for knowledge when time is of the essence and death waits just around the corner. Hence the squadron commander’s WSO. I had lunch with a woman who witnessed the attack on Pearl Harbor. Her husband was an Army Air Corps pilot. He didn't survive the war. She was a real lady and yet as down to earth as could be. She was quick-witted and a natural leader. She was also tough as nails. She was the inspiration for the squadron commander's wife.
Laskar let his mind wander too long and his thoughts brought back many bitter memories. It was ironic that he learned so much from the Americans and now they were his enemy. He almost savored the potholes, the dust, and the diesel fumes as the bus jostled down the deserted highway. A long and difficult journey was almost over. It was now just a matter of hours. Time for retribution had finally arrived.
One particularly hectic afternoon in the ER, a neurosurgeon cracked a couple of crude jokes while he was working on an unconscious woman who was in a head-on collision. Sue caught up to the doctor in the hallway the next day. She told him that if he ever told filthy jokes in the ER again he'd be looking for another job. Indignant and angry, he went straight to the hospital CEO. Nurses didn't dress down doctors. She didn't know her damned place and he demanded an immediate apology.
The very pissed off F-22 pilot altered course, lit afterburners, and accelerated to Mach 2 plus. As far as the Raptor pilots were concerned, there were only stealth fighters and targets. The Raptors closed on the Iranians from behind them at incredible speed. They couldn't fire on the damned Iranians, but there were other ways to persuade the enemy to break off their attack.
He sat there for a long time bathed in the glow of his dad's heroism. He read the medal citations and wept. After he dried his tears, he put everything back in the helmet bag. A calm enveloped him as he whispered his father's words, "No son, but I flew with heroes." High above the Mediterranean Sea, Ed's eyes glistened and a faint smile played across the F-15E pilot's lips. He slowly gazed over the formation and humbly said, "No dad I'm not, but on this day I fly with heroes."
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