One river supplies seventeen million people. One dam holds back a reservoir larger than most lakes in America. One reactor sits thirty-five miles from four million more. A colonel who does not officially exist wants all three gone inside the same seventy-two hours.
Devon Santoro has spent five years undercover inside a Las Vegas casino run by the Direct Action Team, a task force that exists on no organizational chart the DEA or CIA will admit to. When a routine cartel handoff turns up cold storage cases stamped with biohazard placards instead of cash, Devon photographs the manifest through a concealed lens, puts down the man who catches him doing it, and finishes his casino shift like nothing happened. Four hundred miles north, DAT sniper Wout O'Dell is still coming down off a six-hundred-meter shot that ended a hostage standoff outside Culiacan. Neither of them knows yet that the phone in Devon's jacket is about to connect a cartel corridor straight to Tehran.
The man running it is Colonel Reza Farrokhzad, Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps Quds Force, eleven months into a security-consulting cover identity that has earned him a badge inside the Palo Verde Nuclear Generating Station. His operation runs through a cartel smuggling corridor and a Bureau of Reclamation insider with clearance to every intake facility on the Colorado River. Three targets. A pathogen aimed at the water seventeen million people drink. Demolition charges inside Hoover Dam. And Palo Verde itself, the only one that was ever real. Washington folds a Naval Special Warfare task unit and a Delta Force squadron under DAT's operational lead. Wout gets his McMillan TAC-338 and an overwatch position. Devon gets a new name, no backup, and a walk straight into the one building nobody thinks to watch. Whether any of it is enough comes down to a colonel who built a dead man's switch into his own body, and a wounded undercover officer with nothing left but his hands and a dead man's gun.
Dead Water is Book Five of the Direct Action Team series, a military thriller built on operators, hardware, and tactics that read as real because they are. For readers who want their action grounded in mechanical precision and their stakes measured in millions of lives instead of body counts, this is the one that finally asks Devon what five years of lying costs a man who still has to live with himself once the cover comes off.
He built the countdown into his own heartbeat. Someone still has to get close enough to stop it.
Perfect for fans of Jack Carr, Brad Thor, Vince Flynn, and Brad Taylor.
Genre: Thriller
Devon Santoro has spent five years undercover inside a Las Vegas casino run by the Direct Action Team, a task force that exists on no organizational chart the DEA or CIA will admit to. When a routine cartel handoff turns up cold storage cases stamped with biohazard placards instead of cash, Devon photographs the manifest through a concealed lens, puts down the man who catches him doing it, and finishes his casino shift like nothing happened. Four hundred miles north, DAT sniper Wout O'Dell is still coming down off a six-hundred-meter shot that ended a hostage standoff outside Culiacan. Neither of them knows yet that the phone in Devon's jacket is about to connect a cartel corridor straight to Tehran.
The man running it is Colonel Reza Farrokhzad, Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps Quds Force, eleven months into a security-consulting cover identity that has earned him a badge inside the Palo Verde Nuclear Generating Station. His operation runs through a cartel smuggling corridor and a Bureau of Reclamation insider with clearance to every intake facility on the Colorado River. Three targets. A pathogen aimed at the water seventeen million people drink. Demolition charges inside Hoover Dam. And Palo Verde itself, the only one that was ever real. Washington folds a Naval Special Warfare task unit and a Delta Force squadron under DAT's operational lead. Wout gets his McMillan TAC-338 and an overwatch position. Devon gets a new name, no backup, and a walk straight into the one building nobody thinks to watch. Whether any of it is enough comes down to a colonel who built a dead man's switch into his own body, and a wounded undercover officer with nothing left but his hands and a dead man's gun.
Dead Water is Book Five of the Direct Action Team series, a military thriller built on operators, hardware, and tactics that read as real because they are. For readers who want their action grounded in mechanical precision and their stakes measured in millions of lives instead of body counts, this is the one that finally asks Devon what five years of lying costs a man who still has to live with himself once the cover comes off.
He built the countdown into his own heartbeat. Someone still has to get close enough to stop it.
Perfect for fans of Jack Carr, Brad Thor, Vince Flynn, and Brad Taylor.
Genre: Thriller
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