Liberty (Jake Grafton Series #10) [NOOK Book]


On a quiet park bench in Manhattan---just miles from the ruins of the World Trade Center---spymaster Jake Janos Illin delivers a chilling secret message to Jake Grafton: A rogue Russian general has sold four nuclear warheads to a radical Islamic terrorist group, the Sword of Islam. The group intends to detonate them in America in the ultimate terror strike, the apocalypse that will trigger a holy war between Western civilization and the Muslim world. After passing Illin's message to his superiors, Grafton is ...

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On a quiet park bench in Manhattan---just miles from the ruins of the World Trade Center---spymaster Jake Janos Illin delivers a chilling secret message to Jake Grafton: A rogue Russian general has sold four nuclear warheads to a radical Islamic terrorist group, the Sword of Islam. The group intends to detonate them in America in the ultimate terror strike, the apocalypse that will trigger a holy war between Western civilization and the Muslim world. After passing Illin's message to his superiors, Grafton is charged by the president with the task of assembling a secret team to find the warheads before America's population centers are consumed by a nuclear holocaust.

As he hunts for the terrorists, Grafton soon finds himself up to his neck in power politics, techno-billionaires, money-grubbing traitors, anarchists, and spies. He also discovers that the terrorists don't all come from the Middle East. They come from places close to home. They masquerade as patriots. Some may even have the president's ear.

With the survival of Western civilization at stake, Grafton pulls out all the stops. Calling on the assistance of the indomitable Toad Tarkington, and CIA burglar Tommy Carmellini, he raids the prisons to assemble his team while the clock ticks toward Armageddon.

Peopled with the rich, vivid characters that have made Stephen Coonts famous worldwide, Liberty is all action and suspense from the very first page. And it poses the unanswerable question: How far should civilization go to defend itself from its mortal enemies?

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Editorial Reviews

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Stephen Coonts's fifth Jake Grafton technothriller does not disappoint. In Liberty, our unretiring rear admiral searches for four missing nuclear weapons while coping with Arab terrorists, a Vietnamese sniper, and a bureau-full of FBI incompetents.
Publishers Weekly
Coonts's latest gripping espionage thriller (after America, Hong Kong and Cuba) continues the adventures of Adm. Jack Grafton as he pursues major malefactors. This time, a rogue Russian general has sold nuclear warheads to a Mideastern anti-American terrorist best known for "hacking some tourists to death with a machete" in Egypt. Grafton must identify and locate the terrorist and his cronies before he detonates the weapons in the U.S. The action moves from central Russia and Suez to the American east coast. Readers familiar with the series know that while Grafton's methods trample on the law, the FBI and, especially, the CIA, he will be supported by persons at the highest level of government. Coonts's naval background and his legal education bring considerable authority to the story, and the narrative is loaded with detailed information about terrorist networks, modern weaponry and international intrigue. The plot is so intricate and involves so many characters that readers might lose track of who's who, though Coonts delineates the major players skillfully. The best character is a computer hacker whom Grafton gets released from prison so that she can invade the databases of law enforcement agencies in Washington. The action is slam-bang, and shifts in point of view accelerate the tension. The climax, played out in the recently renovated interior of the Statue of Liberty, is made for the movies. By the novel's end, Grafton is so detested by law enforcement that the only thing for him to do is retire. Readers will hope it's only temporary. Regional author tour. (Feb.) Copyright 2003 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Coonts's Navy hero, Jake Grafton, is called upon by the President to track down four nuclear warheads that were purchased by the international terrorist organization Sword of Islam from a rogue Russian general. Jake assembles a cast of cons and renegade black bag operators who find that the missiles have been smuggled into the United States. During the operation, the crew has to fight corrupt pols and business folks and bureaucrat weenies, as well as the terrorists. There are a few plot twists but a happy (for the good guys) ending. This exciting tale is ably performed by Guerin Barry, whose reading is confident and sufficiently expressive. This is recommended for public libraries, Coonts fans, or those who enjoy action thrillers.-Michael T. Fein, Central Virginia Community Coll., Lynchburg Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
In this latest us-against-them from Coonts (America, 2001, etc.), terrorists are once again trying to smuggle nuclear weapons into the US. A Soviet general hard up for cash sells four aging nuclear warheads to an Islamic terrorist splinter faction, not realizing there’s a mole in his operation. Back in D.C., never-really-retired Rear Admiral Jake Grafton meets up with Janos Ilin, a Russian spy who informs him that all four of those warheads are now on their way to America. Understandably peeved, Grafton informs the President (as gruff and flinty-eyed as Jake) and gets himself set up with a sort of Homeland Security department to take care of the matter. In Cairo, Anna Modin, who was Ilin’s mole at the warhead sale, has to run from her job at a bank that launders money for terrorists. A Greek freighter that was carrying the warheads disappears completely, its entire crew presumably murdered. A cell of Arab terrorists lives quietly in a Florida motel, working at a nearby factory and trying not to be brainwashed by the decadent culture surrounding them while they await orders. Also running around Florida is a really, really angry Vietnamese sniper who’s looking to hijack a bomb for himself so he can "kick these American bastards in the nuts." Meanwhile, Jake is cutting every corner he can think of and ordering the Army and Coast Guard into East Coast ports with radiation detectors. Of course, the Washington bureaucrats aren’t too happy with ill-mannered Jake riding roughshod over their turf and work vigorously to defend it. And, of course, the FBI comes off as singularly incompetent and small-minded. Despite an occasional spark of action, on the whole this is a laborious, overplotted mess.Coonts aims for Clancy-like complexity (minus the techno-overkill) and is able to juggle his many storylines with relative accuracy, but it’s all so routine that it’s very difficult to care a whit about anything that goes on. Plodding, simple-minded post-9/11 thriller that rarely thrills.
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"Griping...the action is slam-bang."--Publishers Weekly

"Frightening realistic."--Maxim Magazine

The New York Times Book Review

Coonts knows how to write and build suspense.
Maxim Magazine

Frightening realistic.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429967525
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 2/18/2003
  • Series: Jake Grafton Series, #10
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 51,301
  • File size: 479 KB

Meet the Author

Stephen Coonts

Former naval aviator Stephen Coonts flew combat missions during the Vietnam War. A graduate of West Virginia University and a former attorney, Coonts is the author of nine New York Times bestselling novels, which have been translated and republished around the world. He lives in Nevada with his wife and son.

Stephen Coonts is the author of The Disciple, The Assassin, and the Deep Black and Saucers series, among many other bestsellers. His first novel, the classic flying tale Flight of the Intruder, spent more than six months at the top of The New York Times bestseller list. A motion picture based on the book was released in 1991. His novels have been published around the world and translated into more than a dozen languages. In 1986, he was honored by the U.S. Naval Institute with its Author of the Year Award. He is also the editor of four anthologies, Combat, On Glorious Wings, Victory and War in the Air. Coonts served in the Navy from 1969 to 1977, including two combat cruises on the USS Enterprise during the last years of the Vietnam War.
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    1. Date of Birth:
      July 19, 1946
    2. Place of Birth:
      Morgantown, West Virginia
    1. Education:
      B.A., West Virginia University, 1968; J.D., University of Colorado, 1979

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CHAPTER ONEThe tall, lean man walked out the entrance of the United Nations building in Manhattan and paused at the top of the main staircase to extract a cigarette from a metal case. He wore a dark gray suit of an expensive cut and a deep blue silk tie. Over that he wore a well-tailored wool coat. He lit his cigarette, snapped the lighter shut, and descended the staircase.He joined the throngs on the sidewalk and walked purposefully, taking no more note of his fellow pedestrians than any other New Yorker. He turned westward on East Forty-sixth Street, which was one-way eastbound and choked with traffic, as usual. Striding along with the pace of a man who has a destination but is not late, he crossed Second, Third, Lexington and Park Avenues, and turned north on Madison.On Forty-eighth, he turned west again. Crossing Fifth Avenue, he took no notice of the crowds or people in front of the plaza at Rockefeller Center, but walked steadily through them, ditched his cigarette at the door of the NBC building—he was on his third by then—and went inside. Seven minutes later he was on the Rockefeller Center subway platform. He stepped aboard a southbound F train just before the doors closed and grabbed a bar near the door. The train got under way immediately.As the train roared through darkness, the tall man casually examined the faces of his fellow passengers, then stood at ease holding the metal bar. He watched with no apparent interest as people got on and off the train at each stop.In Brooklyn he exited the train, climbed to the street and immediately went back down into the subway station. In minutes he was aboard another F train heading north, back into Manhattan.This time he exited the train at Grand Street in Little Italy. Up on the sidewalk, he began walking south. An hour later the tall man passed the entrance of the Staten Island Ferry and walked into Battery Park. Several times he checked his watch.Once he stopped and lit another cigarette, then sat on a bench overlooking New York Harbor. After fifteen minutes of this, he went back toward the ferry pier and began walking north on Broadway. Three blocks later he caught a northbound taxi.“Seventy-ninth and Riverside Drive, please.”Broadway was a crawl. The taxi driver, a man from the Middle East, mouthed common obscenities at every stoplight. North of Times Square the cab made better time.After he left the taxi, the tall man walked toward the Hudson River. Soon he was strolling the River Walk. He turned onto the pedestrian pier that jutted into the river and walked behind several dozen people standing against the railing facing south. Many had cameras and were shooting pictures of the skyline to the south where the twin towers of the World Trade Center had stood.At the end of the pier were several benches, all empty save one. Four men, two of them policemen in uniform, were turning strollers and tourists away from the bench area, but the tall man walked by them without a word. The middle-aged man seated on the bench was wearing jeans, tennis shoes, a faded ski jacket, and wraparound sunglasses that hid his eyes. He had a rolled-up newspaper in his hand. He glanced at the tall man as he approached.“Good morning, Jake,” the tall man said.“Hello, Ilin.”“I’m clean, I presume.”“Ever since the Rockefeller Center subway station.”The tall man nodded. His name was Janos Ilin, and he was a senior officer in the SVR (Sluzhba Vneshnei Razvedki), the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service, which was the bureaucratic successor to the foreign intelligence arm—the First Chief Directorate—of the Soviet-era KGB. The man in jeans was Rear Admiral Jake Grafton of the United States Navy. He appeared to be in his late forties, had short, thinning hair combed straight back, and a nose that was a size too large for his face. He looked reasonably fit, with a fading tan that suggested he spent time in the sun on a regular basis.“Poor tradecraft, meeting in the open like this,” Jake said. Ilin had picked the meeting place.Ilin grinned. “Sometimes the best places are in plain sight.”Ilin stood examining the surroundings. After a minute spent looking south at the southern end of Manhattan, he ran his eyes along the shoreline, the people on the pier, then turned to watch the boats going up and down the Hudson. “That atrocity,” he said, gesturing toward the southern end of Manhattan, “would never have happened in Russia.”Jake Grafton made a noncommittal noise.“I know what you are thinking,” Ilin continued, after a glance at the American. “You are thinking that we would never have given several dozen Arabs the free run of the country, to do whatever they had the money to do, and that is true. But that is not the critical factor. Bin Laden, al-Qaeda, the Islamic Jihad—all those religious fascists know that if they ever pull a stunt like that—” he gestured to the south “—in Russia, we will hunt them to the ends of the earth and execute them wherever we find them. We will exterminate the lot of them. To the very last man.”“The same way the KGB murdered Hafizullah Amin in Kabul?” Jake asked. In 1979 KGB special forces disguised in Afghan uniforms assaulted the presidential palace and assassinated the president of Afghanistan, his family, and entourage. Moscow’s handpicked successor asked for Soviet help, which fortunately was immediately at hand since the Red Army had already invaded.“Precisely. But you Americans don’t do things the Russian way.” Ilin got out his cigarette case and lit one.“Thank God. You killed a million Afghanis and lost what, about thirty thousand of your own in Afghanistan?”“As I recall, you killed four million Vietnamese and lost fifty-eight thousand Americans in your little brushfire war.”“I served that one up, I suppose.” Jake sighed. “Two men followed you to Rockefeller Center. Apparently Russians. Someone over there doesn’t trust you.”“Touché,” Janos Ilin said. His lips formed the trace of a smile. “Can you describe them?”Jake reached under his jacket and produced two photos. He handed them to Ilin, who glanced at each one, then passed them back. “I know them. Thanks for coming today.”“Why me?” Jake Grafton asked as he pocketed the photos.Yesterday Ilin had telephoned Callie Grafton at the Graftons’ apartment in Roslyn, Virginia, and asked for Jake’s office telephone number. Since she knew Ilin—he had worked with her husband the previous year—she gave it to him. Then he telephoned the FBI/CIA Joint Antiterrorism Task Force at CIA headquarters in Langley and asked for Grafton by name. The call came from a pay telephone in New York City. When Grafton came on the line, Ilin asked to meet him in New York the following day. They had set up the meet. Grafton had arranged to have agents monitor Ilin’s progress around New York to ensure he wasn’t followed. If he had been, Grafton would not have been waiting on the pier.“I heard you were the senior military liaison officer to the FBI/CIA antiterrorism task force. I know you, so …”“I don’t think that’s classified information, but I don’t recall anyone doing a press release on my new assignment.”A trace of a smile crossed Ilin’s face. “The fact that I know is my credential. Let’s reserve that topic for a few minutes.”Jake took off his sunglasses, folded them carefully, and put them in a shirt pocket inside his jacket. His eyes, Ilin noticed, were gray and hard as he scrutinized the Russian’s face. “So what are you doing in New York? Servicing a mole?”“I came to see you.”“Did the Center send you?”“No.”Ilin stepped to the railing facing south, which he leaned on. Jake Grafton joined him. A police helicopter buzzed down the river and jets could be heard going into Newark and Teterboro. Contrails could be seen in the blue sky overhead. Ilin watched them a moment as he finished his cigarette, then tossed the butt into the river.“Islamic terrorists can be placed in three general categories,” Ilin said conversationally. “The foot soldiers are recruited from refugee camps and poor villages throughout the Arab world. These young men are ignorant, usually illiterate, and know little or nothing of the Western world. They are the shock troops and suicide commandos who smite the Israelis and murder tourists in the Arab world. They speak only Arabic. They blend in quite well in Arab society, but are essentially unable to function outside of it. These are the troops that bin Laden and his ilk train as Islamic warriors in Afghanistan and Libya and Iraq.”Grafton nodded.“The second category, if you will, are Arabs with better educations, usually literate, some even possess a technical skill. The fundamentalists actively recruit these people, appeal to their religious sensitivities, wish to convert them to their perverted view of Islam. Since these people have often lived outside the Arab world they can move freely in Western society. These people are dangerous. They are the ones who hijacked the airliners that crashed into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. By the way, the plane that hit the Pentagon was supposed to crash the White House. The one that crashed in Pennsylvania was supposed to hit the Capitol building.”“Umm,” Jake said. He knew all of this, of course, but Ilin had gone to a lot of trouble to arrange this meeting and he was willing to listen to what he had to say.“The third category of terrorists can be thought of as generals. Bin Laden and his chief lieutenants, financiers, bankers, technical advisers, and so forth. These people are Muslims. For whatever reason, terrorism appeals to their ethnic and religious view of the world.”Ilin paused and glanced around him, almost an automatic gesture.“And there is a fourth category. Few of these people are Arabs, few are Muslims. They see profit in terrorism. Some of them take pleasure in the pain the terrorists inflict, for every reason under the sun. These people are enemies of America, enemies of Western civilization. I came today to talk to you about several people in this category.”“This fourth group,” Jake mused. “Are any of them Russians?”“Russians, Germans, French, Egyptians, Japanese, Chinese, Hindu, you name it. America is the big boy in the world—many people have grievances, real and imagined.”“Hate is a powerful emotion,” Jake muttered.“One of America’s many enemies is a Russian general named Petrov. He doesn’t hate America, he loves money. A few weeks ago he sold four missile warheads for two million dollars.”“To whom?”“They call themselves the Sword of Islam. Petrov is in charge of a base near Rubtsovsk. The man who led the team that picked up the weapons was Frouq al-Zuair, a man who has been knocking around the Middle East causing random mayhem for many years. He hacked some tourists to death in Egypt and evaded the roundup of extremists by escaping to Iraq. Who his friends are, where they are, I don’t know. In fact, I am not supposed to know about Petrov or Zuair or the weapons.”“But you do know?”“A little, yes.”“Is it true? Or fiction that you are supposed to pass along?” .“True, I think. Although one can never be absolutely sure. And honestly, the Center doesn’t know I am telling this to you.” .“How’d you hear of it?” Grafton was shoulder to shoulder with Ilin.“That I can’t tell you. Suffice it to say that I believe the information is credible. I know of Petrov. He’s capable of a stunt like that. I’m passing it to the American government to do with as they see fit. For what it’s worth, most of our senior politicians don’t know of this matter and would not admit it happened even if they did know. They can’t afford a rupture with the United States.”“Are you saying we can’t use this information?”“Your government shouldn’t brace Moscow on it. They’ll deny it. And don’t let my government know where you heard it. I’m a dead man if it gets back to them.”“I’ll do the best I can.”“So we get around to your question about how I knew you had been assigned to the antiterrorism task force. We have a mole in the CIA.”“Jesus,” Jake muttered, shaking his head.“His name is Richard Doyle. Don’t let him see anything with my name on it.”“What if we arrest him?”“That’s up to you. As long as he doesn’t learn that I betrayed him.”“We may use him to feed you disinformation. There’s a spy term for that, though I have forgotten it.”“Richard Doyle is a traitor,” Janos Ilin said softly. “He signed his death warrant when he agreed to spy for the communists fifteen years ago. He’s been living on borrowed time ever since.”“Fifteen years?” Jake was horrified.Ilin took out his thin metal case, opened it and extracted another cigarette. He played with it in his fingers. His hands, Jake noted, were steady.“Fifteen years … and now he gets the chop.”“Unfortunately, Mr. Doyle must be sacrificed for a larger cause.”“Who made that decision?”“I did,” Ilin said without inflection. “A man must take responsibility for the world in which he lives. If he doesn’t, someone will do it for him, someone like bin Laden, Lenin, Stalin, Hitler, Mao … . Murderous fanatics are always ready to purge us of our ills.” He shrugged. “I happen to believe that the planet is better off with civilization than without it. This tired old rock doesn’t need six billion starving people marooned on it.”“And you? Are you a traitor?”“Label me any way you wish.” Ilin grinned savagely. “I don’t want to read about four two-hundred-kiloton nuclear explosions devastating the only superpower left in the world. Russia needs a few friends.”“Where are the weapons now?”“I don’t know. They could be anywhere on the planet,” Ilin said, and puffed slowly and lazily. Airplanes came and went overhead. The late-winter breeze was out of the west and carried the smell of the Hudson.“What kind of information is the SVR getting from Doyle?”“That’s an interesting question,” Ilin said, brightening perceptibly. “I don’t see all of the Doyle material, but one listens, makes guesses, surmises. Doyle is quite a source. Almost too good. I got the impression that his control and the Center have wondered at times if perhaps he was a double agent, yet his information has been good. From across a surprisingly large spectrum of the intelligence world.”“He’s getting intelligence from someone else inside our government?”“He’s remarkably well informed.”“Any guesses where some of this other stuff is coming from?”“Somewhere in the FBI, I would imagine. Counterintelligence.”“Want to give me a sample or two?”“No.”“The Sword of Islam,” Jake mused. “I’ve heard of them. Rumor has it they were involved with something called the Manhattan Project, but we assumed it was that.” He pointed toward the southern skyline.“That would be a dangerous assumption,” Ilin said. “Four tactical nukes, warheads for long-range, stand-off antiship missiles. Fleet killers. Each packs roughly twenty times the yield of the weapons you used on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Easily transported. If competent technicians get their hands on them, they could be used as portable bombs.”“Handy.”“Quite. I would imagine each warhead would weigh about a hundred kilos, and be, perhaps, a little larger than a soccer ball. As some wit pointed out years ago, the terrorists could disguise them as cocaine and bring them in through the Miami airport.”“Any other thoughts?”“Don’t assume that the target is America. Oh, certainly, America is the great Satan and all that, but the real target is Western civilization.”He smacked his hands together. “This web of airplanes and computers and telephones and banks that move capital freely—all of that is in danger from religious fanatics who wish to destroy this secular edifice that feeds and clothes and houses billions of people. They want to create chaos, prove the primacy of their cause. In the new dark ages that will follow they will build their holy empire. Think of it—billions of ignorant, starving people bowing toward Mecca five times a day.”“They haven’t won yet, and they won’t win in the future,” Jake Grafton shot back. “If they succeed in bringing about a holy war—Islam on one side and civilization on the other—Islam will lose.”“From your vantage point that would appear to be a safe prediction,” replied Janos Ilin. “These fanatics wish to shatter the primacy of the rich nations, foremost of which is America. They think that the struggle will radicalize the Islamic masses and destroy the secular Arab governments that attempt to straddle the cultural divide. The goal is to re-create the glorious past, build a united Islamic nation intolerant of dissent, obedient to their vision of God’s laws. They think they will win because God is on their side.”“Whirling dervishes,” Grafton muttered.“Many Muslims thought that bin Laden was the Mahdi, the Islamic messiah. He certainly saw himself in that role. In any event, the Muslim world is under severe stress, so we’re doing holy war again.”“The terrorists have won some and lost some,” Jake said thoughtfully. “People are indeed terrorized.”Ilin turned to face upriver, leaned back against the railing. “In all my years in intelligence, I have never seen a covert operation as large as the September eleven attack. Quite remarkable.” Ilin sighed. “It was only possible because Americans are so trusting, so unsuspicious.”“Not anymore,” Jake Grafton said sourly.“Your countrymen have had an expensive education,” Ilin agreed. “One would suspect that future terror attacks will be low-tech, with only one or a few perpetrators. Poison in a municipal water system, adulterated food, something along those lines would maximize their chance of success, minimize the risk, and create terror. Yet, someone paid General Petrov a large sum of money for nuclear weapons.”He flipped away his cig. It took a curving path into the dark water. “This talk of justice I see in the press worries me,” he continued. “This war is beyond courts and lawyers, with their sophistry and legalisms. Your enemies will win a victory if you give them a courtroom forum. If you people don’t understand that, you are lost.”Ilin held out his hand. Jake shook.“Good luck, my friend.”“Thanks for coming, Ilin.”Ilin nodded once, glanced again downriver, then walked away. Jake watched him walk the length of the pier and disappear up the sidewalk into the naked trees.One of the closest fishermen reeled in his bait and disassembled his rod. When he had his gear stowed in carrying cases, he came over to where Jake stood, still looking downriver.“What did he have to say, Admiral?”The questioner was Commander Toad Tarkington, Grafton’s executive assistant. He had been with Grafton for years. He was several inches shorter than the admiral, with regular, handsome features marked with laugh lines.“He says that several weeks ago some Russian general sold four missile warheads to an outfit calling themselves the Sword of Islam.”“Do you believe him?”“Well, the story sounds plausible. He claims that the SVR doesn’t know he is giving us this information, which he is donating to the cause of civilization out of the goodness of his heart.”“Where are the weapons now?”“He says he doesn’t know.”Toad pursed his lips and whistled softly. “Four warheads ! As usual, we’re right on top of events.”“Makes you want to cry, doesn’t it?”Copyright © 2003 by Stephen P. Coonts.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2004

    best book in a long time

    Great book. Much better than any other book I've read in years

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2005

    Sleepless Book

    Hard, very Hard to put down. a fast paced action thriller. enjoyed it until the last page. the caracters are well defined and pausable. I highly recomended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2003

    Liberty by Stephen Coonts

    Liberty is another fine military thriller from Stephen Coonts in which Islamic radicals purchase four nuclear weapons from a greedy Russian general with the intention of detonating them in the United States. Rear Admiral Jake Grafton returns, assigned to head the task force searching for the nukes. Coonts masterfully weaves together the various subplots and the wide cast of characters, including the usual cast from previous books, in a complex and action filled suspenseful story with doublecrosses, terrorists, spies, and traitors. This is certainly one of Coonts's best, though I still think The Red Horseman comes in first.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2014

    Timely, exciting read.

    Suspense keeps readers wanting to go forward to see what will happen next and how Jake and Tommy will solve their dilemma.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2014

    Rate this as a verbal "comic book" or pulp

    Where author got paid by the word borrowed but never again

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  • Posted December 27, 2013

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    It is a good read but like most political thrillers it has it slow areas. I am enjoying the exploits of Adm. Jake Grafton I have read flight of the the intruder and enjoyed that it is nice to see that Jake struck it out and made Adm. Hope to see him sitting next to the president one day as a member of the joint chiefs of staff.

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    Check it out!!!


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  • Posted September 21, 2012

    Highly recommend

    Very good reading. Hated for it to end. Great characters. Love Stephen Coonts books

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    high-octane thriller

    Russian General Petrov sells four decaying from age nuclear warheads for two million American dollars to Islamic terrorist Ashruf, known more often as infidel killer Frouq al-Zuair. Anna ¿Modin¿ Mickhailova observes the sale and later notifies her boss Russian spy chief Janos Ilin about it. Ilin informs retired Rear Admiral Jake Grafton about the sale and that the four warheads are heading to America. Grafton briefs the President. The Greek freighter carrying the warheads vanishes while a terrorist cell in Florida waits for further instructions. Meanwhile Jake ignores the ranting of the absurd bureaucracy demanding he follow the rules (and a few laws too) when he orders the military and Coast Guard to use radiation detectors at the East Coast ports of entry. He knows the consequences if he fails to catch the terrorists before they disembark. LIBERTY is an action packed thriller that is at its best when it focuses on either of the testy testosterone twins Frouq or Jake. A subplot involving an irate maniacal Vietnamese seems inane and the stereotyping of the government agencies as inept seems too easy and trite. Still fans of complex multiple sub-plots will appreciate this high-octane tale. Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2003

    The Coonts we know and love.

    Great story, well researched and very close to home. Does a good job getting into the minds of the terrorists. Pretty frightening how easy something like this could happen.

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