What about if the bomb works? After horrific attacks the United Kingdom and cities across the United States, Navy Captain Bryan Craig leads Pegasus, a London based counter terrorism posse tracking a vicious new Islamic faction. Guided by an emboldened nemesis, the brazen extremists are bent on the destruction of the West. The trail takes Craig’s team from the opulence of Dubai to the rugged tribal areas of Pakistan, a region tormented by the Taliban, thugs vying for control of the world’s only Islamic nuclear arsenal. Delivered with a fast paced, page turning plot, it’s an eye-opening look at a conflict centuries old, with a climactic, and very chilling ending.
Ron Clark gives an overview of the book:
SEPTEMBER 4, 2002
A WORN LEATHER SATCHEL bulging with opportunity clutched under his arm, the founder of Dubai-Pak stood in the aisle near the front of a crowded bus hanging onto the frame of a seatback with his free hand for balance. Precariously dancing along pothole-laden streets, shimmering and jingling, the bus was elaborately decorated on the exterior with colorfully painted designs, accented by tiny bells swaying over the tires. Inside though, it was old, worn and tired. Most seats bore scars of torn plastic upholstery, the foam rubber cushioning protruding, splayed like growing fungi. As usual the bus was standing room only, and as usual, minus metal handrails long since surrendered to corrosion and neglect.
Unconcerned about his vehicle’s dilapidated condition and oblivious to safety, the driver tightly cornered the turns of the heavily trafficked streets, crashing through large potholes rather than slowing down or going around. Standing passengers often fell onto sitting ones. Stagnant diesel exhaust fumes emanated throughout the interior, collecting thickest in certain areas, watering eyes and causing coughs. The combination of slight G-forces and carbon monoxide made people nauseous, some seeking relief from less polluted air by hanging their heads out partially opened windows. The street was noisy. Cars, buses, taxis, motorcycles, all vying for the same piece of hot asphalt it seemed. Beeping horns and people shouting - just a typical morning in Karachi, Pakistan.
The man with the satchel was standing in back of another holding a morning paper. Noticing a sensational headline of a story on the front page, he leaned forward, pursing his lips as he read the first few lines:
“Suicide Bomber Kills U.S. Diplomat – Islamabad, September 4, 2002 – An American diplomat was killed yesterday in a suicide car-bomb attack near the American Embassy…”
About Ron Clark
RON CLARK BALL was born under the shadows of the Hindu Kush mountains in the rugged North West Frontier of Pakistan, and grew up in countries around the world. A varied résumé, he's been an oil rig roughneck in the Gulf of Mexico, a carrier pilot flying F-...