To generations of Americans, the specter of the atomic bomb was their worst fear. Before the mid-90s a terrorist strike on home ground was unthinkable. Suddenly, an unprovoked attack puts a new face to the arsenals of war.
After the terrorist attack in 1995, the Pentagon authorized the covert expansion of the PIDs, an elite counter-terrorist division culled from all of the nation’s resources. The coveted status of the first Primary Incursion and Destruction team has America’s brightest and best clamoring for entry. Colonel Robert Bracken’s assignment is to oversee the development and integration of the clandestine specialists based out of Hunter Field in Georgia. This fits perfectly with the newly formed plans of Bob’s long time girlfriend, Callie Franklin.
Callie’s found an old plantation manor outside of Savannah. Since then, she’s been happily carving out their private little niche called Cypress Cove. Her only dream, is a haven for Bob when he finally transfers from Washington. That idyllic dream is destined to become a horrifying nightmare in one explosive afternoon.
A shadowy tribal leader from Afghanistan, Adu Buwayda, intends to bring the richest country to its knees before him. Biological toxin is the poor man’s weapon of choice and Afghanistan is among the poorest nations in the world. He has carefully planned this ultimate coup. The time is now but the former wife of a dead friend has knowledge that will spell disaster for him and the Kush-Karan. He orders her assassination at any cost.
He was shoving his way forward, getting into range of the transmitting camera. His voice was strong and sure. “Excuse me, Doctor.” He waved his hand towards the camera. “Excuse me, I’m Special Agent Rooles with the Central Intelligence Agency. You said you could not positively identify the basic toxin? Exactly why is that?”
The Doctor looked startled that someone would dare question his Agency’s competence. BJ must have picked up on that nuance and began back-pedaling. “Sir, I’m sorry. That was not meant to be rude. There’s a reason I was asking. Have your people detected any cellular similarity to the Clostridium Botulinium toxin?”
The Doctor stared for a long moment into the lens of the camera. “Yes, Agent Rooles, that is one of two possibilities currently being debated.”
BJ spoke hurriedly, voicing the question that had just popped into Bob’s mind as well. “What is the other possibility sir?”