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The Tin Man (Patrick McLanahan Series #7)

The Tin Man (Patrick McLanahan Series #7)

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by Dale Brown

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The master of military adventure creates the ultimate one-man army....

New York Times bestselling author Dale Brown pits men and technology against impossible odds, in vividly realized stories. Now, in his eleventh novel, he brings aerial combat hero Patrick McLanahan out of retirement and plunges him into the most personal war he's ever fought.

His old


The master of military adventure creates the ultimate one-man army....

New York Times bestselling author Dale Brown pits men and technology against impossible odds, in vividly realized stories. Now, in his eleventh novel, he brings aerial combat hero Patrick McLanahan out of retirement and plunges him into the most personal war he's ever fought.

His old enemy Gregory Townsend has come to America to ignite a reign of terror that will sweep across the nation. The police and the government seem powerless to stop him. And one of the first casualties in this war is a rookie cop--McLanahan's brother.

McLanahan has plenty of experience in war. And so does arms expert Jon Masters. Using Masters's deadliest weapon yet, McLanahan becomes a one-man army, known on the streets as the Tin Man. But this time, technology is a double-edged sword--and his war of revenge may destroy McLanahan himself... and everything he stands for.

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From the Publisher
"Dale Brown has the techno-thriller genre down cold....Brown finely etches all the details [and] the plot's tightly bolted together."
--USA Today

"It's a page-turning start to a fresh new direction for both Brown and McLanahan."
--Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"A popular example of the techno-thriller form...A solid shoot-'em-up, with some clever technical apparatus that makes this read a bit like sf."

The Barnes & Noble Review
In his ten New York Times bestselling novels, Dale Brown has pitted men and technology against impossible odds, in stories so vivid and authentic you feel part of the action. Now the undisputed master of military suspense brings back aerial combat expert Patrick McLanahan — this time at the center of an undeclared war exploding on the streets of America.

Some call him a terrorist. Others call him a vigilante hero. Dressed in carbon-filament stronger-than-steel protective armor, a mysterious figure the public has dubbed the Tin Man roams the urban landscape of Sacramento, California, on a search-and-destroy mission. Some want him dead, but others want the truth of who he is.

He's Patrick McLanahan, the nation's most heroic aerial warrior, now retired, who for 15 years risked his life for his country in the U.S. military. He is the civilian director of scientific development for a high-tech company specializing in strategic devices for the armed forces, his workplace the laboratory, not the cockpit. But when his rookie-cop brother is injured in a shootout following a bank robbery, McLanahan becomes a one-man army. The enemy is within, on the streets of his own country, and he is the avenger. His targets are international terrorist turned drug lord Gregory Townsend and his Aryan Brigade, who are masterminding the violence taking over the city.

Townsend and the Brigade, out to destroy government authority in pursuit of their racist ideology, fear nothing. But there's one thing they haven't counted on.

The Tin Man.

Wherever he goes, McLanahan's swift andviolentjustice overpowers the enemy — but at a price. Innocent lives are put in jeopardy whenever he appears, because the police lose tactical control. The more he tests the limits of his technological power — and his courage — the more he is forced to face the implications of what he is doing. Has his passion for revenge taken him over the line? Is his personal war part of the solution to the violent crime sweeping the country, or is it part of the problem?

In Patrick McLanahan, a patriot become renegade, Dale Brown has given us a hero who must ultimately decide between his own ability to single-handedly take on the forces of violence and the power of established laws to secure a peaceful society. Authoritative in its descriptions of cutting-edge technology and dazzling in its portrayal of life on the streets of America's cities, THE TIN MAN is a novel of consummate suspense.

USA Today
[Dale Brown] has the techno-thriller genre down cold.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The tag line "This time it's personal" comes to mind in Brown's 11th techno-thriller (after Fatal Terrain). Instead of foreign countries and the threat of WWIII, international terrorism hits the streets of Sacramento, Calif., in the form of Gregory Townsend, who is apparently out to unite California's motorcycle gangs and corner the amphetamine market. His one mistake is wounding the brother of Brown's series hero, veteran Patrick McLanahan, during the robbery of a mall. The resulting mayhem is a tribute to Brown's storytelling abilities; it's an unlikely but successful mix of a revenge plot, a meditation on vigilante justice and a superhero-origin story. McLanahan becomes a one-man army, known as the Tin Man, with the help of some cutting-edge technology from his current employer, a defense contractor. It turns out that Townsend's ultimate aims are not quite what they appear to be; Brown's intentions are just as slippery. While the dark side of vigilante justice has haunted pulp fiction heroes like the Avenger and comic book heroes from Batman to the Punisher, it's a rarity in thriller fiction, which usually likes to keep things black and white and far from home. Brown does the opposite in this novelhe gives this modern Batman a hard-edged twist and a dose of techno-reality, and through a neat plot twist shows how the power to survive and to commit violence is both painful and seductive. Bottom line, it's a page-turning start to a fresh new direction for both Brown and McLanahan. And now that the Tin Man is part of Brown's universe, it will be interesting to see what Brown makes of him. Major ad/promo; simultaneous BBD Audio. (May)
Library Journal
Brown technohero Patrick McLanahan vs. the Aryan Brigade.
Kirkus Reviews
Once more featuring retired USAF Colonel Patrick McLanahan, last seen helping independence-seeking Taiwan turn the tide of battle against the Peoples Republic of China (Fatal Terrain, 1997), bestseller Brown's first rocket-fueled Bantam title should lift off nicely, especially now that McLanahan—civilian director of a high-tech company making cutting-edge advancements in strategic devices for the armed forces—has become a superhumanly powerful vigilante called þThe Tin Man.þ He uses his miraculous new devices to save his brother, a rookie cop in Sacramento, who has been wounded in a bank-robbery shootout masterminded by the Aryan Brigade. Although Brown's electro-reactive collinear prose style hangs on the most effective distribution of parallel ideas per paragraph, the racing methamphetamine lift of his futuristic hardware plot remains, well, really cool.

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Patrick McLanahan Series , #7
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TUESDAY, 23 DECEMBER 1997, 1100 PT

Over two thousand cops from hundreds of departments and agencies throughout the United States snapped to attention and saluted as the three caskets carrying the two dead Sacramento Police Department officers and one Sacramento County Sheriff's deputy were carried into Blessed Sacrament Cathedral in downtown Sacramento for the memorial service. An estimated one thousand spectators came out in the blustery cold to join the officers and watch the solemn procession. Led by two uniformed officers playing bagpipes, another thousand mourners, including the governor of the state of California, two U.S. senators, all the local congressional, state assembly, and state senate members, and the mayor and the chief of police of Sacramento, followed behind the caskets and took seats inside the cathedral as they were placed before the altar. Each casket was draped with an American flag, with the officer's service cap, badge, and nightstick placed on top. The Christmas decorations in the cathedral and on the route through town offered a strange yet inspiring contrast to the mournful occasion.

The service had just begun when there was a rustle of surprised voices in the back of the church. Heads turned to watch as a heavily bandaged young man in a wheelchair rolled down the long aisle. The man pushing the chair positioned it beside the casket on the left, and the young man laid his right hand on the flag. Then he sat quietly, his eyes on the altar.

Amid the rising murmur in the cathedral, the chief of police of the city of Sacramento rose from his seat in a front pew and walked over to the wheelchair. As usual, Arthur Barona was wearing a dark suit rather than his chief's uniform, and like most of the higher-ranking politicians attending the funeral, he had a bulletproof vest underneath his jacket.

"Hold it," Barona said in a low voice. "What's going on here?"

The young man in the wheelchair looked up at the chief through swollen eyes. His head, neck, torso, left arm and shoulder, and right leg were wrapped in bandages, but his uniform tunic was draped over his shoulders, with all insignia and devices removed except for the shoulder patches and his silver badge, which had a black band affixed diagonally over it. He saluted the chief, then looked up at the man who had pushed the wheelchair, silently asking him to speak for him.

"Sir, Officer Paul McLanahan requests permission to stay by his partner," Patrick McLanahan said, his voice almost a whisper.

"His partner?  Who is that?  Who are you?"

"My name is Patrick McLanahan, Paul's brother, sir," Patrick responded. "Corporal LaFortier was Paul's partner, his training officer."

"He's McLanahan?" the chief sputtered. His face went white as the name registered. "Wasn't he shot?" He was confused and embarrassed. There were so many wounded, so many press conferences, so much to do trying to track down the suspects, that Barona had not yet visited the hospital to see his injured officers. "Officer McLanahan, you should be in the hospital," Barona said.

The murmur of voices in the cathedral grew louder. When Barona looked up he saw a sea of faces looking at him. The sympathy for the officer in the wheelchair was visible on the faces of the VIP's seated in the front of the cathedral--as was the open hostility on the faces of the Sacramento cops toward the back.

"Sir, please--" Patrick started.

Barona put a fatherly hand on Paul McLanahan's right shoulder and bent down to talk to him. "It's all right, Officer," Barona said, his voice sympathetic. "Your partner is in God's hands now. You're relieved of duty for now."

Patrick was surprised by Barona's response. Why was he denying Paul this simple request?  It didn't make sense. "Sir," Patrick said, raising his voice so more people could hear him, "Officer Paul McLanahan respectfully requests permission to stay by his partner."

"I'm sorry, but I can't allow . . ."

"Chief Barona, please let Paul stay." It was Craig LaFortier's widow, seated in the front pew directly behind her husband's casket. She stood, bent down to hug Paul gently, gave him a kiss on the cheek, returned to her seat, then reached over to hold his bandaged arm as if prepared to keep him in place should the chief try to pull him away. All eyes were back on him again, Barona realized, as if waiting to see what he was going to do.

What had started out as if it might be some sort of grandstanding demonstration had turned into a scene deeply touching to those in the church, and it appeared as though Chief Barona was trying to prevent it. Patrick--who had objected from the start to his wounded brother's leaving the hospital and, after losing that argument, had insisted that he accompany him to the service--watched Barona as in sequence anger, then confusion, then embarrassment and worry passed across his face. The chief felt very exposed; he had to extricate himself from this scene gracefully--and fast. He put on his best fatherly expression, gave permission with a nod, and laid his hand on Paul's right shoulder again before returning to his seat.

Being the chief of police for the capital of California, a city of almost half a million people, was certainly no popularity contest, Patrick acknowledged, but shouldn't the guy at the least recognize one of his own officers, especially one who had been wounded in the line of duty, and not object to his display of loyalty?

The ceremony was designed to move and uplift the listeners. The amplified voice of the bishop of the archdiocese of Sacramento sounded the reassuringly familiar prayers. The music of the organ resonated through the great space. The speakers told of how LaFortier had killed one attacker before he was murdered, and they spoke about the heroic but futile actions of the police and sheriff's units as they tried to stop the heavily armed robbers. Inevitably, politics entered into some of the eulogies. There were appeals for a total confiscation and ban on all assault rifles in the state of California, and calls for more prisons, more executions, and more funding for everything from the police to education to welfare programs--even a call to close the downtown entertainment complex for fear it might attract further violence. Patrick ignored it all. What moved him were not the voices or the prayers or the ceremony or even the organ, but the bagpipes.

When the two uniformed officers, one from the Sacramento Police Department and the other from the Sacramento County Sheriff's Department, played their bagpipes, the keening soared above the utter silence throughout the huge cathedral. There was something about the sound of a bagpipe, Patrick thought, that reached very deep into the soul. The eerie wails were sad yet stirring. Haunting. That was the word. The sound of the bagpipes mesmerized him. Patrick knew that for centuries armies of Scotland, England, and even America had marched into battle with bagpipes blaring, the sound inspiring and terrifying at the same time.

As he looked at the coffins, then at his injured brother in the wheelchair, he felt the anger surge in his chest. The wail of the pipes touched a rage within him, something evil, something angry. He had been away from Sacramento for many years, but it was still his home--and his home was under attack. For U.S. Air Force Brigadier General Patrick McLanahan, the pipes were not a tribute to the fallen police officers--they were a rallying call. The homeland was under siege. It was time to take up arms and defend it.

The ferocity of the assault on the police had startled Patrick. He knew of nothing else on so drastic a scale within the United States. He had fought with ex-military drug smugglers when he flew for the Hammerheads of the U.S. Border Security Force, but Salazar and his former Cuban-military "Cuchillo" pilots had not dared to venture into America's cities. Henri Cazaux was the only exception, but he had confined his attacks to simple kamikaze-like aerial bombardments of major airports, quickly stopped by federal and military forces. The recent robbery-shootings in Hollywood, in which heavily armed gunmen kept a hundred police at bay for nearly thirty minutes, were little more than a "suicide by cop" incident--the robbers wanted to shoot up the city, and they wanted the police to kill them.

From press accounts of the shootout, the guys who robbed Sacramento Live!  were clearly military. They certainly hadn't used pure military tactics--marching out into the open in columns of two abreast with guns blazing had not been used in combat since the redcoats were kicked out of the Colonies. But their weapons, their armor, and their brazenness meant they knew right from the start that they had the upper hand.

How would the police stop nutcases like these guys?  Would cops on the beat now carry automatic rifles?  Would armored vehicles replace squad cars to protect against antitank rockets?  What if the robbers decided to use even heavier weapons?  Would the streets of Sacramento eventually turn into a battlefield?  Would the National Guard or the regular Army replace the police?

Patrick McLanahan knew military combat strategies. He knew what would be needed to analyze the enemy and plan an offensive. But he had to have information, intelligence, and reconnaissance. He had to find out more. He would get all the information he could from the police and the federal authorities investigating the attack, and then map out a counteroffensive strategy of his own.

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Meet the Author

Dale Brown is a former captain in the U.S. Air Force. He lives in Nevada, where he can often be found high in the sky, piloting his own plane. He is the author of ten previous novels, all of them New York Times bestsellers.

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Tin Man (Patrick McLanahan Series #7) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 22 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
An entertaining read.
DustyRoads More than 1 year ago
I've read other Dale Brown books, and all were great. This is an exception in many ways. Technically it was very interesting and actually quite plausible, but the writing seens broken and disjointed in going from one scenario to another. Also, as a retired USAF Senior NCO, it's hard for me to believe the hair-brained antics of many of the books characters, esp. USAF Brig. Gen. (!) McLanahan. Sure hope the next DB book is as good as the previous one was! GC Soper
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THIS IS DALE BROWN'S BEST BOOK EVER. Great thriller, you can never get board of this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Very Great Book, Combines Poncho Villia's' Gun Action With Scarface Druggies and Drug Trade.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Ive read every book by Brown and Clancy. The change of pace, going away from the aircraft, brings a more personal side to the main character of Patrick Mclanahan.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It is great so far for me But I am only on the 2nd chapter but it is great. so if you like action and a lot of guns, drugs, and money this is a great techno-thriller for you!!!!!!!!!!!! So pick it up and read it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Tin Man is the best book. I think they should make this book into a movie
Guest More than 1 year ago
Brown does an excellent job at changing the pace from the typical fighting foreign powers. It is a great change of pace and I recommend it to all Brown fans.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Fast pace action, wrapped up in a book. Enjoyed it very much, I am a new fan.