About Eagle Fangs by Ross Grayson
A Mideast mastermind has acquired old Soviet nuclear warheads. Former Soviet nuclear weapons engineers are reconditioning the warheads for use against major cities around the globe. The mastermind’s plan is simple and cannot fail. The Americans killed his family and friends in Afghanistan and he will avenge them.
An American intelligence analyst discovers the terrorist’s camp hidden in the Iranian mountains near the Turkmenistan border. He’s convinced they have old Soviet nuclear warheads, but his supervisor thinks he’s wrong. The analyst turns to his older brother: an F-15E fighter squadron commander. Unauthorized illegal mission? Fly halfway around the world? Take on the entire air force of a hostile nation? If they survive be court marshaled for murder, sedition, and high treason? Sentenced to death by firing squad?
The squadron commander asks for volunteers to join him. Are you serious? Yes. If not them . . . who? If not now . . . when? No choice—go! The clock is ticking faster than Mach 3. (This story is technically accurate and more probable than you might think. It’s often a free download at the end of a month.)
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Author Bio:
The author did some flying for the Air Force. He knows what it’s like to pull 8Gs. He was a senior operations evaluator on the Air Combat Command Inspector General team. He held a security clearance much higher than top secret. Ross was assigned to the On-Site Inspection Agency verifying Soviet compliance with the Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces Treaty and the Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty. He worked with the NSA and the Defense Intelligence Agency. He was the commander of the USAF school that trains officers to be ICBM launch officers. The author delivers his novels to libraries eager to include his work in their collections. He writes a little just for the fun of it (maybe the next book). He enjoys watching dolphins cavort and manatees roll off a pristine coastline.Squirrels, actually flying squirrels, eat seeds out of his hands most nights.