Operation Sea Ghost

Operation Sea Ghost

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by Mack Maloney
     
 

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In Operation Sea Ghost, from Mack Maloney, a lost weapon of untold destructive power falls into the worst possible hands . . .

Forty years ago, a mysterious weapon disappeared in the jungles of Vietnam. Now a notoriously ruthless band of Somali pirates has found it and is threatening to sell it to Middle-Eastern terrorists. The CIA, desperate to retrieve

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In Operation Sea Ghost, from Mack Maloney, a lost weapon of untold destructive power falls into the worst possible hands . . .

Forty years ago, a mysterious weapon disappeared in the jungles of Vietnam. Now a notoriously ruthless band of Somali pirates has found it and is threatening to sell it to Middle-Eastern terrorists. The CIA, desperate to retrieve the weapon and even more anxious to keep Washington out of it, recruits Team Whiskey, a group of former U.S. military men-turned-pirate hunters, to do their dirty work.

From a secret pirate lair in the Indian Ocean to the most exclusive casino in Monte Carlo, Snake Nolan and his resourceful men have the fight of their lives on their hands as they race against time to reclaim the deadly weapon before it falls into the wrong hands.

Just when they think the stakes can go no higher, they realize that their quarry is headed for New York City, on a suicide mission that will make the 9-11 attacks look like mere prologue to a catastrophe of unprecedented destruction.

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“Desperate, raw, 200-proof action that hits with the impact of a .50 BMG round, with real heroes who can out-last, out-think and out-fight the world's slimiest bad guys . . . Mack Maloney writes it bloody and sizzling hot.” —Stephen Coonts, New York Times bestselling author

“A thrill ride. You'd better be strapped in.” —David Hagberg, New York Times bestselling author

“I really enjoyed Pirate Hunters…it kicked butt. Team Whiskey makes the A-Team look like Girl Scouts.” —Operational Specialist Second Class Philip Motoike, OS2, USS Antietam, CG54, U.S. Navy

“An awesome book! A thrilling take on this modern-day scourge of the high seas. Those of us fighting piracy out here every day love it!” —LURCH (BO) VBSS Team Member, USS Mason (DDG 87)

Pirate Hunters was non-stop action. Whiskey does what I wish America could do. A take no prisoner, don't mess with us attitude to the world.” —"DEXTER" VBSS Team Member, USS Mason (DDG 87)

“Take it from a real-life Pirate Hunter - reading one of Mack's books is just like being there.” —"Po" -- Navy Boarding Team Support, USS McFAUL

“While assigned to CTF 151, fighting real Somali Pirates in the Gulf of Aden, there has been no more welcome diversion than reading Mack Maloney's tales of Team Whiskey. He makes every effort to blend action, excitement and reality into one of the most prevalent and enduring maritime issues of our time.” —Special Agent, Chris “Shakespeare” Ahr, NCIS, Senior Law Enforcement Advisor, Combined Task Force 151, USS MASON (DDG 87)

“Mack Maloney clearly did his homework when it came to this book. As a Naval VBSS member and trainer, I know this great read will get the attention of anyone interested in fighting modern-day piracy.” —IS3 “Junior” Lawson

“Pirate Hunters is well written, captivating and adventurous!” —ITSN "RAGE" Legrand

“Operation Caribe's constant action and plot twists kept me wanting more. I still can't believe they made it out of Singapore alive!” —STG1 "SLIM" McMillion

“Pirate Hunters is full of action, the story progresses smoothly and leaves you wanting more. Can't wait to see what happens in the next book.” —SSG Tony Pluger, Thunder Squadron, 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment, U.S. Army

“Pirate Hunters rocked! Action packed and jammed with genuine military gear and tactics” —SGT David Graves 82nd Airborne Division, U.S. Army

“The Pirate Hunters - lots of action and adventure fueled by adrenaline.” —CPL Rick Kolan, US Marine Corps (ret)

“With clever plotting, scorching pace and "from the news" situations, Maloney's straight ahead style makes the reader realize the high seas can be filled with unusual and unpredictable danger…” —Boatswain's Mate George Mann, U.S. Coast Guard, (ret).

“Maloney's page-turning plots are what everyone would like to see in real life: direct, decisive action against the al Qaeda killers, without ceremony or pretense. Maloney has his finger on the pulse of the nation. As he sends his Superhawks heroes into the global fight against terrorism, his grasp of modern technical detail combines with the most authentic presentation of terrorist forces, making this the top action series in the market place.” —Walter J. Boyne, bestselling author of Dawn Over Kitty Hawk, on the Pirate Hunter series

“Superhawks is a GREAT adventure series...a perfect blend of rage, humanity, and occasional flashes of dark humor.” —Jim Morris, author of War Story on the Pirate Hunters series

“Mack Maloney has created a team of realistic characters that pulse with patriotic fervor. He hasn't just crafted a great war story, he has set a new standard for action packed thrillers.” —Robert Doherty, bestselling author of the AREA 51 series on the Pirate Hunters series

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780765365231
Publisher:
Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
01/31/2012
Pages:
352
Product dimensions:
4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)

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Airfield 414

Udorn, Thailand

March 1968

THE C-130 CARGO plane took off in a violent rainstorm.

It was 2350 hours, almost midnight, and the monsoon that had battered Southeast Asia all day was still intense. The wind was fierce and lightning flashed everywhere. The thunder was like artillery booming in the distance. This was dangerous flying weather, but the C-130’s mission was a top priority. It was going to fly no matter what.

The aircraft rose from its secret base on the eastern edge of Thailand and turned north, over Laos, heading toward Vietnam. The four-man crew was wearing standard U.S. Air Force flight suits, each with his name tag attached—DAVIS, LEE, RUBY and JOHNSON—but the crew members were not military personnel. They were civilian employees of the CIA.

Five containers were stacked in the plane’s cargo bay. Four were made of plain thin plywood barely held together by tiny screws. At six feet long and about two feet wide, they looked like bargain-basement coffins.

The fifth container was an SMT. About the size of a footlocker and officially known as a “Sensitive Materials Transport,” these containers were used by the CIA to move highly classified material around the war zone. Built of the same nearly indestructible material as an airplane’s “black box,” SMTs had small, sealed-environment enclosures to preserve their contents over long periods of time, be they documents, important items taken from the enemy or even secret experimental weapons.

Several SMTs had been captured by communist troops during the recent Tet Offensive, causing the loss of valuable war intelligence. Since then, SMT containers were supposed to be accompanied by at least two armed guards at all times. But this one was traveling alone.

There was no paperwork attached to any of this cargo; no manifest or ID tags were in evidence. The only writing was on the SMT: The letter “Z” had been faintly stenciled onto it, next to an almost imperceptible keyhole.

The C-130’s crew did not know what was inside any of the crates, though their collective gut told them some kind of secret weapon was probably involved. The plane’s pilot was carrying sealed orders issued by their CIA station chief in Bangkok. These orders were not to be opened until the cargo plane reached a so-called control coordinate about 100 miles from the border that divided North and South Vietnam.

Only then would the crew know the details of their mission.

*   *   *

FIVE MINUTES AFTER takeoff, the C-130 reached its cruising altitude of 10,000 feet. It had now gotten out of the worst of the storm—though the weather was still harsh over most of Indochina.

It would take forty minutes before the plane reached the control coordinate where the crew’s orders could be opened. To help pass the time, the flight engineer produced a thermos of coffee. He poured cups for the pilot and the copilot and himself. The cargomaster had his own thermos. He preferred tea.

With the crew settled in, the cargomaster pulled out a copy of The New York Times, dated two weeks before. He showed the others a small story, stuck deep inside the third section. Its headline read: “Nixon hints at nuke use in Vietnam.”

The pilot saw the headline, nodded to the SMT in back, and joked, “Is that the ticking sound I hear?”

The flight engineer was quick to dismiss this notion. He’d been on the flight line when the SMT arrived and said none of the people handling it had worn radiation suits. However, he said they might have been wearing gas masks; it was hard to see in the torrential downpour. If so, perhaps the SMT contained some kind of secret poison gas.

But now the copilot disagreed. He, too, had been close by when the SMT was being loaded and he thought he saw the people handling it wearing hazardous material suits. That indicated some kind of deadly material, a powder or something, might be involved.

“But if that’s the case,” the pilot said, “where are our suits?”

*   *   *

THEY REACHED THE control coordinate just after 0035 hours.

The others looked on as the pilot tore open the orders envelope and removed a single sheet of paper.

He read it quickly, then whispered, “This has got to be a joke.…”

He passed the orders to the copilot, who read them aloud.

“You are to proceed one hundred miles due north of your present position. Prior to reaching that coordinate, you are to reposition the four wooden crates near the flight deck. On reaching the assigned coordinate, you will purge all but two hundred pounds of fuel from your tanks. You are to put your aircraft on automatic pilot and then the entire crew should leave the aircraft via parachute. The pilot shall be the last to leave the airplane. Prior to leaving, he is to remove the contents of the four wooden crates and then dispose of the crates. Upon reaching the ground, the entire crew will make its way to the Special Forces camp at Lo Nimh, on the Laotian border, for retrieval and return to Udorn. You will not disclose the details of this mission to anyone.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in.

Then the flight engineer said, “They want us to let the plane crash? On purpose? That doesn’t make sense.”

The pilot reread the orders, then shook his head.

“This is Vietnam, boys,” he said. “Nothing makes sense over here.”

*   *   *

THE FLIGHT ENGINEER and the cargomaster went back to the cargo bay and, per their orders, dragged the four wooden crates to the front of the aircraft.

Then, five minutes before reaching their coordinate, the baffled crew climbed into their parachutes and prepared to bail out.

With one minute to go, the pilot set the plane’s controls as ordered and then told the others to jump. Each man stepped out the side access hatch and disappeared into the blustery dark night. The pilot could just barely see their parachutes open.

Returning to the flight deck, the pilot unscrewed the lid of the first wooden box. He was shocked by what he found inside.

It was a dead body. Male, Caucasian, with a bloody chest wound, the corpse was wearing a flight suit exactly like his own. Most astonishing, though, the flight suit’s name tag read DAVIS, his own name.

Totally confused now, the pilot rolled the crate over and let the body fall out. That’s when he noticed the corpse had a chain around its neck with a small key attached. The pilot had no idea what it was for and, at the moment, didn’t care. He hastily took the lids off the three other wooden crates, finding three more bodies, each wearing an ID tag bearing a name identical to one of his crew. He guessed the bodies belonged to soldiers recently killed in battle.

He emptied them onto the deck as well and then kicked the four plywood boxes out the open door. All this took him about a minute and it was very disturbing and weird.

“Why do they want someone to think we’re all dead?” he thought, once the four makeshift coffins were gone. Then he looked back at the SMT, still sitting at the rear of the plane, and added: “And what the hell is inside that thing?”

He didn’t have any time left to think about it. He rechecked the plane’s controls, purged its fuel tanks to just 200 pounds, and then jumped.

His chute opened quickly but roughly, jerking both his shoulders up and nearly cracking his collarbone.

The C-130 continued flying north, toward North Vietnam, the bodies and the mysterious SMT still on board.

The pilot figured by that course, and at that altitude and fuel load, the intentionally doomed plane would crash about twenty miles north of the DMZ, well inside communist-controlled territory.

But just as he was preparing himself for his landing, the pilot saw a sudden flash of light rise up from the dense jungle below. It exploded under the C-130’s right wing. It took the pilot a moment to realize an antiaircraft shell had hit the cargo plane.

The last time he saw the C-130, it was disappearing into a cloudbank, its right wing completely engulfed in flames.

 

Copyright © 2012 by Mack Maloney

Meet the Author

MACK MALONEY, the author of The Pirate Hunters and its first sequel, Operation Caribe, has written many other action-adventure novels, including the bestselling Wingman series. He lives near Boston, Massachusetts.

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KEEP UP THE STORIES MACK.
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