Thy Kingdom Come

Thy Kingdom Come

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by Don Helin

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Colonel Sam Thorpe, a member of the anti-terrorist task force, must go undercover and train the Patriots, a homegrown militia in central Pennsylvania. His job: get close to self-appointed general Quentin Oliver and uncover the core of evil. Oliver, a disgruntled ex-Marine colonel, plans to steal cesium-137 from a local university and construct seven dirty bombs.…  See more details below


Colonel Sam Thorpe, a member of the anti-terrorist task force, must go undercover and train the Patriots, a homegrown militia in central Pennsylvania. His job: get close to self-appointed general Quentin Oliver and uncover the core of evil. Oliver, a disgruntled ex-Marine colonel, plans to steal cesium-137 from a local university and construct seven dirty bombs. During training sessions, Sam also uncovers a link between Oliver and the French Separatist Movement in Quebec. The world is in trouble, and Sam is isolated with only one person in his corner: FBI covert agent Alex Prescott, a kick-ass woman with spiked blond hair and a personality to match. Will she be enough? Or is the world about to realize its worst nightmare?

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Helin brings together an international cast of terrorists, from white supremacists to the Quebec Liberation Front, in this disorganized and casually misogynistic debut thriller. Retired Col. Sam Thorpe infiltrates the training camp of the Patriots, a well-armed militia group led by disgruntled ex-marine Quentin Oliver. Their goal is to steal nuclear material and construct a dirty bomb. Aided by sexy undercover FBI agent Alex Prescott (whose professional skills get far fewer mentions than her breasts) and CIA agent Bob O'Brien, Thorpe plays a dangerous game, training the militia members while secretly feeding intelligence to his government contacts. Despite a timely and topical threat and Helin's knowledgeable descriptions of military training and antiterrorism procedure, the uneven plotting and superficial characterizations fail to generate suspense. (Mar.)

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"Reminiscent of the best work of Stephen Hunter and Vince Flynn. Terrific in all respects."  —Jon Land, bestselling author, A Walk in the Darkness

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Thy Kingdom Come

By Don Helin
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Copyright © 2009

Don Helin
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ISBN: 978-1-933836-97-3

Chapter One Icy wind blew across the Appalachian ridge, the gusts unusually cold for late March. Sam Thorpe crouched near the edge of the shale ridge. He focused his binoculars on the militia members coming up the hill.

Sparks flashed as tracers from the Heckler and Koch submachine gun behind him kicked up dirt around the men. Sam's gut twisted when two of them dropped. "These bastards are firing live ammunition. Stop them!" He'd seen people die in combat, but this was different. This was murder.

The man standing next to him watched the advancing line through his binoculars. Quentin Oliver, self-appointed one-star general and commander of the Patriots, smiled. He stood taller than Sam's six foot four inches, but was thinner, with a sharp face and a nose hooked like a falcon's beak. "This is war, Colonel Thorpe. Soldiers who don't do things properly die."

Sam resisted the impulse to swear at Oliver. This wasn't war, just a training exercise, for Christ's sake. Instead, Sam cursed his boss on the Pentagon's anti-terrorist task force who had persuaded him to go undercover to determine the mission and organization of the Patriots.

Oliver stroked his white goatee with a gloved hand while keeping his eyes trained on the scene below. "We'll show those government bastards. We pureblooded Americans are sick of their bullshit. No one's going to take our guns away."

Sam zipped his field jacket up to his neck. The chill he felt had little to do with the temperature.

Oliver walked toward his Jeep, then turned back to Sam. "We need to prepare. Are you going to help us?"

Sam nodded toward Oliver, hesitant to say anything.

* * *

Quentin Oliver sat at the conference table in his office, doodling on a tablet while he listened to the speakerphone. One voice belonged to Aly Kassim, vice president of one of America's largest corporations; the other to an old friend, Marcel Dubois, a retired colonel in the Canadian Army.

Oliver had spent a great deal of money to ensure secure voice communication by installing scramblers on each of the three phones involved in the call.

Specialist Douglas Rose, a slender young man in black fatigues, leaned over a computer terminal at the far end of the table, typing in action items from Oliver's comments.

Oliver's Black Shirts were absolutely loyal to him. They were his enforcers. The other militia members were scared of them.

He swished the smoke from his cigar away from his face with his right hand. "I suspect it will take about two weeks before we're ready to move." He had learned during his career in the Marines to be patient. "The men need more training."

"You are so right, my friend. Training is critical," Marcel said, his French accent flowing out of the speakerphone. "We learned that, yes?"

"You understand, don't you, Marcel?" Quentin Oliver and Marcel Dubois had graduated from the Naval War College together. Both had been lieutenant colonels at the time, Oliver in the Marines and Marcel a foreign student from Canada. Oliver continued, "I plan to give Thorpe one week to prove himself."

"Tell me about Thorpe," Marcel said.

"Go ahead, Aly," Oliver replied. "You hired him."

Aly's voice came through the speaker. "He led a mechanized brigade in Iraq. Before that he spent four years in the Pentagon working training issues. He's frustrated with the government and feels 'they aren't doing enough to combat foreign terrorism. That's in our favor. His interviews went well, so we hired him a month ago. He's been through our orientation. This is his first assignment."

"Sounds like a good candidate. Hopefully he'll be enough, how do you say it," Marcel chuckled, "pissed off at the government to be of assistance to our cause."

"Oliver, do you think Thorpe will be up to the task of training your soldiers?" Aly asked.

"I'll reserve judgment," Oliver replied.

"He has a great deal of experience working with soldiers," Aly said. "That should expedite the training."

Oliver nodded. "Thorpe watched our exercise earlier this evening. When he left, he seemed upset at my methods."

"I don't like the sound of that," Marcel said.

"I require absolute obedience. If my soldiers do not perform up to my standard, or if they try to leave, they will be dealt with. And their families as well." Oliver could visualize Marcel on the other end of the phone stroking his small black moustache as he pondered the words. "Thorpe's scheduled to arrive tomorrow at zero nine hundred hours." He nodded toward Rose, who made another note.

"When are you coming to pick up the professor?" Marcel asked. "We can have a class reunion over some Merlot."

Oliver sent a smoke ring into the air. "Depends on when I can break away."

Aly's voice chimed in. "Why not send Thorpe?"

Oliver thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons, as always. "Good idea." He tapped his fingers on the tablet. "We'll get him in the middle. He won't be able to back out without leaving something on the table."

"The border patrol is less likely to stop a retired colonel and look too closely at his passengers," Aly said.

"I like the way you think." Oliver paused. "Marcel, why don't you alert the professor?"

"With pleasure," Marcel replied. "Is this Thorpe to be trusted?"

"We'll see," Oliver said. "If not, I'll take care of him. In any event, I suspect he'll meet with an accident by the end of the training period."

"When should I plan to arrive?" Marcel asked.

Oliver traced the crease on his starched fatigues. He knew that Marcel's French Separatist movement was planning some surprises for the Canadian government. "I think it's best if you wait and come later. We can't take any chances on tipping our hand."

"I'll need advance warning to make arrangements to transport our weapons back to Canada."

"I'm aware of our agreement." Oliver nodded to Rose again.

Rose flashed his familiar smirk.

There was silence; then Aly's voice came over the speaker. "Let me know when you're ready. I'll notify Thorpe."

"I think we'd better close for now," Oliver said. "I'll schedule a call for tomorrow at 1800 hours to update you on how Thorpe did his first day."

Rose made a note without being asked.

"Fine with me," Aly said. "Oliver, let me know if you need additional supplies or equipment. We'll ship it right away. You have top priority."

"As it should be." Oliver pushed the button to disconnect the call, then rocked back in his chair. He had been planning this operation ever since the Marine Corps Inspector General had written the report that forced him out and cheated him out of his promotion. He had made one little mistake. Those blacks thought they ran the show. He was just straightening them out. After all, he was the colonel. They were just enlisted pukes.


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Hard to follow. And I could not get interested.
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Here we go again. First review is harriet klausner ruining another book with her excessive plot spoilers. Sure wish bn would ban this poster. I am sick of her posts revealing every detail.
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harstan More than 1 year ago
Although he retired from the army four months ago, his former superior officer General Paul Gerber persuaded Colonel (R) Sam Thorpe to accept a position with a conglomerate that supplied weapons and training to militias. The US government is targeting the Patriots who have ties to a Canadian terrorist organization. The leader of the Patriots has a mission to accomplish so Sam¿s ¿boss¿ Aly Kassim sends him to train the troops of self anointed General Quentin Oliver.

Sam¿s real job is to find out what that mission is and prevent it from happening. The foreign link involves the Quebec Separatist Movement, who want weapons of mass destruction that chemist Sidney Kramor will create; Sam smuggles him over the border. Coming to collect the weapons is the head of the Separatist Movement Marc Dubois. Sam knows he is playing a game in which a tiny error could result in many deaths including his own as construction of cesium-137 dirty bombs is underway.

Readers obtains a good look at how a militia acts and its leaders think as they are true believers in their quest; in this case they accept as divine truth that they are Jesus¿ crusading soldiers who must right the wrong that minorities have caused to white people. Sam is a double agent who gets deep inside the concentric circles that make up the militia, but is not privy to the innermost leadership so is unaware of the actual mission, but knows whatever it is will cause widespread death and destruction. Don Helin has written a stirring thriller that hooks the audience who wonder if Sam can save the day.

Harriet Klausner