The Polaris Protocol (Pike Logan Series #5)

The Polaris Protocol (Pike Logan Series #5)

by Brad Taylor


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ISBN-13: 9780525953975
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/14/2014
Series: Pike Logan Series , #5
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 830,618
Product dimensions: 6.40(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.50(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

BRAD TAYLOR is the New York Times bestselling author of four previous Pike Logan novels. He served for more than twenty years in the US Army, including eight years in 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment–Delta, commonly known as Delta Force. He retired as a Special Forces lieutenant colonel and now lives in Charleston, South Carolina.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***

Copyright © 2014  by Brad Taylor
Chapter 1

December, 2011

Sergeant Ronald Blackmar never heard the round before it hit, but registered the whine of a ricochet right next to his head and felt the sliver of rock slice into his cheek. He slammed lower behind the outcropping and felt his face, seeing blood on his assault gloves. His platoon leader, First Lieutenant Blake Alberty, threw himself into the prone and said with black humor, “You get our asses out of here, and I’ll get you another purple heart.”
Blackmar said, “I’ve got nothing else to work with. The eighty-ones won’t reach and the Apaches are dry.”
Another stream of incoming machine-gun fire raked their position, and Alberty returned it, saying, “We’re in trouble. And I’m not going to be the next COP Keating.”

Both from the 25th Infantry Division, they were part of a string of Combat Outposts in the Kunar Province of Afghanistan, ostensibly designed to prevent the infiltration of Taliban fighters from the nearby border of Pakistan, but in reality a giant bulls eye for anyone wanting a scalp. They were attacked at the COP on a daily basis, but followed orders, continuing their patrols to the nearby villages in an effort to get the locals on the government side.

The mountains of the Kunar province were extreme, and afforded the Taliban an edge, putting the Americans on equal terms. Everything was done on foot, as the mountains negated artillery, leaving the troops reliant on helicopter gunship support. The same thing COP Keating had relied on when it was overrun two years before.

The incoming fire grew in strength, and Alberty began receiving reports of casualties. They were on their own, and about to be overrun. A trophy for the Taliban. Blackmar heard the platoon designated marksmen firing, their rifles’ individual cracks distinctive among the rattle of automatic fire, and felt impotent.

As the forward observer, his entire career had been to provide steel on target for the Infantry he supported. He was the man they turned to when they wanted American firepower, and now he had nothing to provide, his radio silent.

Alberty shouted, “They’re flanking, they’re flanking! We need the gunships.”

Blackmar was about to reply when his radio squawked. “Kilo Seven-Nine, this is Texas Thirteen. You have targets?”

He said, “Yes, yes. What’s your ordinance?”

“Five hundred pound GBU.”

GBU? A fast mover with JDAMs?

He said, “What’s your heading?”

The pilot said, “Don’t worry about it. I’m a BUFF. Way above you.”

Blackmar heard the words, and couldn’t believe it. He’d called in everything from 81-millimeter mortars to F15 strike aircraft, but he’d never called fire from a B-52 stratofortress. Not that it mattered, as the five-hundred pound JDAM was guided by GPS.

He lased the Taliban position for range, shacked up his coordinates, and sent the fire request. The pilot reported bombs out, asking for a splash. He kept his eyes on the enemy, waiting. Nothing happened.

Alberty screamed, “You hit the village, you hit the village. Shift, shift.”

The village? That damn thing is seven hundred meters away.

He checked his location and lased again, now plotting the impact danger close as the enemy advanced. He repeated the call with the new coordinates, and waited for the splash.

Alberty shouted again, “You’re pounding the fucking village! Get the rounds on target, damn it.”

Blackmar frantically checked his map and his range, shouting back, “I’m right. I’m on target. The bombs aren’t tracking.”

The volume of enemy fire increased, and Alberty began maneuvering his forces, forgetting about the firepower circling at 30,000 feet. Blackmar called for another salvo, recalculating yet again. No ordinance impacted the enemy. Thirty minutes later, the American’s superior firepower meant nothing, as the fight went hand-to-hand.

Captain “Tiny” Shackleford noticed the first glitch when the coordinates on his screen showed the RQ-107 unmanned aerial vehicle a hundred miles away from the designated flight path. Which, given his target area over Iran’s nuclear facilities, was a significant problem.

Flying the drone from inside Tonapah airbase, Nevada, he felt a rush of adrenaline as if he were still in the cockpit of an F-16 over enemy airspace and his early warning sensors had triggered a threat. He called an alert, saying he had an issue, then realized he’d lost link with the UAV. He began working the problem, trying to prevent the drone from going into autopilot and landing, while the CIA owners went into overdrive.

The RQ-107 was a new stealth UAV, the latest and greatest evolution of unmanned reconnaissance, and as such, it was used out of Afghanistan to probe the nuclear ambitions of Iran. It had proven the ability to fly above the Persian state with impunity, and was a major link to the intelligence community on Iranian intentions. Losing one inside Iranian airspace would be a disaster. An army of technicians went to work, a modern day version of Apollo Thirteen.

They failed.

Mark Oglethorpe, the United States Secretary of Defense, said, “We’ve had forty-two confirmed GPS failures. We’ve identified the glitch, and it’s repaired, but we lost a UAV inside Iran because of it.”

Alexander Palmer, the National Security advisor, said, “Glitch? I’d say it’s more than a glitch. What happened?”

“The new AEP system of the GPS constellation had a software/hardware mating problem. It’s something that the contractor couldn’t see beforehand.”

“Bullshit. It’s something they failed to see. Did it affect the civilian systems? Am I going to hear about this from Transportation?”

“No. Only the military signal, but you’re definitely going to hear about it from the Iranians. They’re already claiming they brought our bird down.”

Palmer rubbed his forehead, thinking about what to brief the president. “I don’t give a damn. They got the drone, and that’s going to be a fact on tomorrow’s news. Let’em crow.”

“You want to allow them the propaganda of saying they can capture our most sophisticated UAV? We’ll look like idiots.”

“Someone is an idiot. But I’d rather the world wonder about the Iranian statements.”

“As opposed to what?”

“The fucking truth, that’s what.”


Chapter 2

Present Day

Joshua Bryant saw the seatbelt light flash and knew they had just broken through ten thousand feet. Time to shut off his iPod, but more importantly, it was his turn in the window seat.

Only fifteen years old, his passion in life was airplanes and his singular goal was to become a pilot—unlike his younger sister, who only wanted the window to aggravate him. She’d complained as they had boarded, and his mother had split the difference. She got the window for takeoff, and he got it for landing.

“Mom, we’re coming into final approach and it’s my turn.”

His sister immediately responded, “No we’re not! He’s just talking like he knows what’s going on.”

Joshua started to reply when the pilot came over the intercom, telling them they had about ten more minutes before parking at their gate in Denver. Joshua smiled instead, just to annoy her. She grouched a little more, but gave up her seat.

After buckling up, he pressed his face against the glass, looking towards the wing jutting out three rows up, watching the flaps getting manipulated by the pilot. The aircraft continued its approach and he saw the distinctive swastika shape of Denver International Airport.

A flight attendant came by checking seat belts at a leisurely pace, then another rushed up and whispered in her ear. They both speed-walked in the direction of the cockpit, the original flight attendant’s face pale.

Joshua didn’t give it much thought, returning his attention to the window. He placed his hands on either side of his face to block the glare, and began scanning. On the ground below he saw a small private plane taxiing. With as much conscious thought as someone recognizing a vegetable, he knew it was a Cessna 182.

The Boeing 757 continued to descend and began to overtake the Cessna. Strangely, the Cessna continued taxiing. With a start, Joshua realized it had taken off, directly underneath them. He watched it rise in slow motion, closing the distance to their fragile airship.

He turned from the window and screamed, “Plane! An airplane!” His mother said, “What?”

The Cessna collided with the left wing just outside the engine, a jarring bump as if the 757 had hit a pocket of turbulent air. Passengers began to murmur and whip their heads left and right, looking for someone to explain what had happened.

Twenty feet of wing sheared off as the Cessna chewed through the metal like a buzzsaw, exploding in a spectacular spray of metal confetti, followed by a fuel-air ball of fire.

Joshua knew the wing would no longer provide lift. Knew they were all dead.

He was the first to scream.

The aircraft yawed to the left, seeming to hang in the air for the briefest of moments, then began to plummet to earth sideways. The rest of the passengers joined Joshua, screaming maniacally, as if that would have any effect on the outcome.

The fuselage picked up speed and began to spin, the centrifugal force slapping the passengers about, one minute right side up, the next upside down, filling the cabin with flying debris.

Four seconds later, the screams of all one hundred and eighty seven souls ceased at the exact same moment.


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“A great premise, nonstop action, and one of the baddest villains in the genre…make this a winner.”—Publishers Weekly

“Admirers of the late Tom Clancy will enjoy this and other works in the series.”—Kirkus Reviews

“Taylor continues to tell exciting action stories with the authenticity of someone who knows the world of special ops. He also has the chops to create terrific characters whom readers will root for. This series just gets better and better.”—Booklist

“With The Polaris Protocol, fans of military and espionage thrillers have a new reason to rejoice.”—Bookreporter

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The Polaris Protocol 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 28 reviews.
annie012 More than 1 year ago
Loved it! The story the action!I'm always waiting for more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed this book, read in two days!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Scarey good a change of location totally ennjoyable quick, one night read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Totally enjoyed the first four books in the series. This one was just so much bull, couldnt finish. Jennifer, Koko, not once listening to the team leader, Pike Logan, was stomach renching. Jennifer giving dagger looks, oh please, some professional. Just too much personal drama! A non finish. Just hoping his next book getd back on track like his first four, otherwide done with Mr Taylor as an author. If i wanted a love story, I would have bought one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Seems very real. Cool about the GPS .
Derf133 More than 1 year ago
Very fine read. Each book in the series gives more insight to the characters. Getting to know them better as each story unfolds. Cant wait for the next one. Keep them coming.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very enjoyable. Have enjoyed the seriies.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent book. Well written
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't put it down
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Very good
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I can't believe all the 4 and 5 stars, really? Boring and could not finish!
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I love this series .....
Jim73MN More than 1 year ago
Brad Taylor does it again...Pike and his crew saves America from a crisis we never knew was about to happen. Great read.
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spatt856 More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. I like the developing relationship between Pike and Jennifer. He makes the characters feel real. I can't wait for the next one in the series.