Techno Ranger: A Sam Harper Military Thriller

✍ Scribed by Thomas Sewell

• Publisher: Catallaxy Media
• Year: 2020
• Tongue: English
• Weight: 216 KB
• Category: Fiction
• ISBN: 1952242010
• ASIN: B084QBQMWX

✦ Synopsis

1LT Sam Harper, surfing engineer, tries to fit in on his new job. He’ll risk everything to prevent mass destruction.
Sam’s intelligence analysts identify security vulnerabilities in a government lab in Seoul.
Meanwhile, his CIA ex-girlfriend complicates his life with her spy priorities.
A desperate North Korean general sends a naive Special Forces lieutenant and his team across the DMZ to steal nuclear materials technology.
Sends them disguised to infiltrate the top-secret lab Sam protects.
Sam will need all his combat and technical skills to safeguard those he cares about, but his involvement with a traitor and a CIA temptress may teach him the wrong lessons about who to trust.

Two minutes left.

Few Army engineers are brilliant enough to risk more deaths than the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki combined just by surfing, but Michelle always insisted I bottled-up a genius for destruction.

It all kicked off in an HH-60H Seahawk helicopter.

Utilitarian.

The Navy is all about ships and planes. By comparison, their Spec Ops budget might as well be a rounding error. Only one active Special Warfare Sea Combat unit in the Navy.

HSC-85, the Firehawks.

Our pilot and crew chief took every opportunity to brandish their flaming-bird-over-golden-trident emblems. Everyone at Naval Air Station North Island in San Diego was suitably impressed.

Even a noob 2LT like me knows to learn patches and badges. Especially when your life may depend on them.

Michelle acts clueless about uniforms, but she’s a wise wahine. Notices more than she lets on.

Ninety seconds until drop.

Our Firehawks pilot shoved the cyclic forward. Dipped the copter’s rad flame-painted nose down.

Picked up speed. Doors already open. Bare to the sky and sea.

Below, ocean waves crashed into a blur of black-rock cliffs. We flew down the Southern California coastline. Through salted air.

One minute.

Adrenalin pumped. Amplified the waves. Blasted them against my eardrums.

Ready to go.

Michelle and I bounced into the air like we’d hit the peak of a roller coaster.

Stomach soared. Lousy turbulence.

We slammed back into the aluminum cabin floor. Black neoprene wetsuit material compressed below us.

My spine shrunk. Stomach dropped.

Thirty seconds.

Dude! No need to kill us during the insertion.

Grabbed the back of Michelle’s parachute harness. Felt where the five straps combined. Double-checked they were still hooked to a safety line.

Secured beats dead.