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Danger Too Close
Danger Too Close
Danger Too Close
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In the high point of the Cuban Missile Crisis, Commander Matthis is sent on a dangerous mission in Moscow. After being tortured, he is reformed into a Soviet sleeper agent in a mission against the United States. When he arrives, all hell breaks loose and he must work with elites from the Marine Corps and the SAS to defend American soil.

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PublisherPeter Clark
Release dateMar 17, 2013
ISBN9781301892457
Danger Too Close
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Peter Clark

An engineer with international experience over 30 years. 30 years of industrial experience including public speaking, investigative skills, negotiation, management, teaching and instructional manual preparation and design. Now an author, publisher and consultant.

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    Danger Too Close - Peter Clark

    Danger Too Close

    Published by Peter Clark at Smashwords

    Copyright 2013 by Peter Clark

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    Table of Contents:

    A Futile Attempt

    Dead Sun Rising

    Persuasion

    Recovery

    Jungle Mist

    The Home Stretch

    Blast of Arctic Air

    Interviews, Among Other Things

    Hell and Back Again

    Revelations

    Once More Into the Breach

    A Victory of Sorts

    Epilogue

    Author’s Notes

    A Futile Attempt

    August 14, 1962

    Soldier. That one word described who he was. He’d served his country for the last twenty years. He knew there was a good chance of him dying on this mission, but he didn’t care. He had volunteered anyways.

    Commander James Matthis slowly put his hand on the throttle of his converted 707 after he pulled back the slide on his M1911. He let it go, one in the chamber. There was no going back.

    Matthis was about six foot one, with dark brown hair and a dark temper to match. His attitude was an unseen scar from piloting in the Navy. He had flown in B17s, the Flying Fortresses, over the Reich from his second year, but had flown everything from Mustangs to the relics of a past war, the Gladiator, in his first year. In 1945, after the war, he joined the OSS and was transferred into the CIA when the former was disbanded in 1946.

    Matthis looked at his gunners, who nodded grimly. Chief Petty Officer Keating and Master Chief Petty Officer Sellers had been hand picked for this mission, both having served with their pilot since 1943.

    Their mission was simple: to plant a nuclear device, a dirty bomb, in a building near the Kremlin. If relations between the Soviet Union and America escalated to the point of war, this device would be a first strike against the USSR.

    Alright, then. Matthis stopped, his voice tinny over the plane's loudspeaker. "We're stuck in a holding pattern over Muscovy, so just sit tight." He said this as insurance in case a GRU or KGB agent happened to be getting suspicious about the airliner, which had been converted from a passenger plane to a specially modified low-flying jet armed with two hidden seven-point-six two light machine guns. Once they left Russian waters, they would rendezvous with a carrier on its way back from South Korea.

    A voice sounded over the radio. "You are cleared for takeoff. Tell the rest of your nekulturny friends 'Greetings from the Rodina.'"

    Are you sure we're so uncultured? Matthis taunted back. He pushed forward with his left hand, the one on the throttle, switching the safety on and placing his M1911 in a holster. The 707 lifted jerkily before leveling out and gliding forward.

    It was about three hours, over the icy lands of Siberia, when Matthis saw the problem following him, namely two MiGs and a Bear. One MiG swung near his left wing and fired, the bullets just shy of the engine. The other did the same to his right. Over the radio a voice spoke in heavily accented Russian. "Amerikans! We have discovered plot! Now land or you will be shot down!"

    Sellers pulled the trigger of the machine gun and fired at one of the MiGs, stitching a line of holes across the metal. "Fine! As they say in your country, have it your way!" The two fighters banked towards the 707. If Matthis banked left from the jet on the right, he would hit the one on the left. If he banked right from the jet on the left, he would hit the one on the right. Their wings prevented him from going up, so the only place that he could go was down.

    He brought the landing struts down and skidded across the ice as the MiGs cut him off and the Bear landed behind him. He grabbed his 1911 and switched the safety off, aiming it at the door.

    The door burst open with a flash of blinding light. Matthis regained his sight to see that he had dropped his pistol and to see Sellers and Keating, still stunned draw their own weapons, only for two Spetznaz soldiers to storm the 707 with shotguns and shoot the two gunners. His mind was in shock, barely absorbing anything that had happened.

    Matthis lunged for the sidearm. As his fingers grabbed the polished wood of the grip, a Spetznaz boot collided with the wrist, relinquishing his grip. It shot forward into his chin, dazing him. The last thing that Matthis saw was the Spetznaz soldier to grab the M1911 by the barrel and pistol-whip him, bringing the butt crashing into his temple.

    Dead Sun Rising

    August 14, 1962

    Admiral Ichiro Tokugawa, a long descendant from the Tokugawa Shogunate, drummed his fingers on the hilt of his Nambu, an old service pistol. It brought back memories of when he sailed

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