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Phil Sanderson, Writer and Novelist
Phil Sanderson -- Writer and Novelist
Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: AuthorHouse, Nook Press, and Amazon
ISBN-10: 1491843861
Type: Fiction
Pages: 534
Copyright: Sept. 2, 2013
ISBN-13: 9781491843864
Price: $1.99 (eBook)
The attack on the Second Amendment becomes an attack on half of the nation that rightfully supports it! Read Phil Sanderson's near-future action thriller NOW!
Stuart Milligan and Terrance Crawley have been best friends since they were teenagers. But they drifted apart when Stuart went to college and Terrance joined the Marines. Stuart eventually obtained his degree in Business Management from the University of Memphis while Stuart served as a military policeman in Iraq. After Stuart decided to follow Terrance into the Marine Corps, though as an officer, the two of them ended up drifting apart. They unfortunately went in two separate directions as life seemingly pulled them apart.
Now the two men are living totally separate lives but are about to reignite their friendship amidst a very volatile backdrop. Political and controversial events will surely strain their newly rekindled friendship at the very seams, which barely hold it all back together. When the American government decides to repeal the 2nd Amendment after various terrorist atrocities are committed on the very lands of the great country it governs, many Americans do not stand for it. And it does not take long before the lines are drawn on American soil, and many good Americans will end up bleeding upon it while fighting for their various beliefs.
2018: An Uncivil War looks at the controversial sides of gun control versus gun rights. The author tries to offer convincing sides to both arguments allowing the readers to decide where they stand in the whole debate. Fictional events within the novel possess the potential to change one person's side to the other in the most surprisingly revealing way possible through scenes that will not only leave you speechless, but also so intrigued that you cannot wait to read the next chapters as you read onward toward the shocking conclusion!
If you like Ian Fleming and Tom Clancy, you are sure to like Phil Sanderson's humble, yet bold style of storytelling as he crafts a story that will engage your full array of emotions as well as your strong sense of honor.
Excerpt
Stuart now became curious when he saw a single gunman come running out of the hospital. Was Terrance still alive? He could only imagine the worst in spite of wishing for the best. He observed the stranger through the scope and realized it was the man who had come into the gun club a few days before, the man named Frank Layman. He moved the scope in the same direction as his target. He watched him sneak up on one of the Memphis police officers, shoot him in the back of the head, and then hold the body up to use as a human shield. He appeared to already be well protected by a good bit of body armor.
He decided that he would be most wise to avoid the fellow as much as possible. This tango had plenty of body armor and would most definitely be able to put him down before he ever got close enough to deliver a fatal shot. His only chance would be to obtain a jump on the fellow.
Naturally, the other police officer investigated the sound of the shot and took cover behind one of the large back tires of the trailer. He leaned out to deliver a shot to Layman, but the shot slammed into the chest of his fellow fallen officer. Layman fired what – from that distance – looked like an AK-47. He saw and heard four loud shots crackle through the air as well as one of the tires on the trailer bursting.
Now he watched as Layman pulled a lever to release the fifth wheel, the large C-shaped object in which the trailer hitched into. He then climbed into the cab of the huge truck and pulled away. The trailer dropped so heavily that it buried into the asphalt with a loud thud. So this was his plan, to take the truck.
Stuart started the Hummer back up and then quickly drove to the closest entrance to the truck’s location. Not wanting to draw any attention from Layman, he went at a fast, but not overwhelming, speed. He carefully navigated the left turn, and then the right as he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. The policeman guarding this entrance gestured for him to stop, but the determined driver only sped up more in an effort to make him move out of the way. And it worked. The policeman darted out of the way after a moment of confusion and uncertainty of what to do next.
Then he got to this one junction of the parking lot where Layman’s truck would have been able to depart the hospital by going one of two ways. But after Stuart moved the Hummer in its path, Layman would now be able to go neither way without going over the curb or through the Hummer. This would give Stuart enough time to do what he needed to do to stop this sick bastard’s escape.
In the truck’s large and spacious cab, Layman pulled the air horn strap one long time followed by two quick ones in an effort to urge the Hummer’s driver into clearing his path. But then he watched as an armed man in an orange polo knit shirt quickly withdrew from the cab holding some sort of automatic handgun he could not readily identify. He immediately pondered: What the hell is this guy doing? But the fellow surprised him by running alongside the big truck instead of taking cover behind his own. But then he realized why. An armed policeman came running up from behind the Hummer, probably after its driver. He decided to take the truck over the curb. But after the front passenger-side tire cleared it, he barely heard gunfire coming from the left rear of the vehicle, followed by a large pop. When the vehicle suddenly became increasingly difficult to steer, he knew that the fellow had shot his left steering tires.
Outside the cab, Stuart fired two more times at the two pull wheel tires on the driver’s side. Two more loud pops followed each gunshot. Now he had to wait for the driver to disembark the vehicle.
Next, he heard automatic fire ripping through the windshield of the truck, sending shattered glass clanking to the pavement. Then he watched the surprised and panicked cop, who had followed him, almost walk directly into a hail of automatic gunfire. The startled officer somehow miraculously managed to dodge toward the cover offered by Stuart’s Hummer. Stuart felt joy for the guy, but had to focus on Layman now! He took cover behind the driver’s side rear end of the truck, watching carefully and waiting keenly for the driver to depart the cab.
But Layman had tricked him by quickly departing from the passenger side door and then stealthily as possible coming around that side of the vehicle toward the rear.
Thankfully for the awkward noise made by heavy body armor when someone is moving quickly, he actually heard Layman coming. He barely had enough time to dodge most of the gunfire that accompanied the terror leader when he came around the corner in a blaze of peril! But he immediately felt a sharp burning pain in the lower right side of his abdomen.
For Layman, everything had happened so quickly! He knew he had hit this do-gooder. But before he could see the extent of his damage, the fellow had dodged toward the driver-side door of the cab and disappeared behind the large, now deflated, wheels of the truck. Maybe the guy was dead. But he would still have to be very careful when he investigated the situation. He did so slowly and carefully. He promptly darted one quarter of his face around the corner to take a quick survey of the situation, and then back again. He had seen the guy on the ground, his weapon off to the side. But the guy was no longer armed, so he carefully stepped slowly around the corner. The first thing he noticed was a lot of blood coming from a wound in the guy’s lower gut.
Then he finally recognized the face of this individual: one of the two pencil-pushers at the gun club. Maybe they had overheard his phone conversation after all. Last time I will make a mistake like that, he thought as he stepped up to the seemingly lifeless body before him. If he had known how right he would be after this engagement, he would have immediately loosed another round into the body. But now it was his turn to be tricked.
Everything that happened next seemed to occur in a blur followed by complete darkness. First, he had noticed the guy’s light grey eyes come open, a judgmental and wrathful empty fire burning behind them. Secondly, he noticed his opponent’s left leg bent at the knee, foot level with his own knee. At the same time, he thought he saw the guy’s right hand move upward as well. Thirdly, he felt the most intense pain he’d ever felt drive upward through his knee like a train jumping a ramp! It was at this point that everything blacked out.
Even though the terrorist leader, now responsible for the single greatest domestic attack on United States soil, did not know what was happening, Stuart extinguished the man’s life in the most aggressive manner possible. And it all happened too quickly for him to realize as well. His instinct dropped into cruise control, leaving him alone as a single passenger on a trip to vengeance, which may or may not have been his to take.
But in that moment of heightened adrenaline, he had wielded his old Marine Ka-Bar knife, which had been hidden underneath his lower right arm. Unable to use the reverse grip in which he was trained, he used a regular grip while thrusting his knife up and into the groin of his enemy. Layman slumped over, still in a state of shock from having a compound fracture through his calf, even though he could not see the broken bone protruding up through it! Next, Stuart gave a complete twist of the blade prior to mercilessly removing it from the wound. The warmth of the man’s blood did not even register as it drained down all over his hand. Then he flipped the blade upward and caught it with his right hand in the reverse grip. After grabbing the man’s head with his left, he drove the knife into the man’s skull through his temple. He did not even bother removing it after kicking the corpse off him and then dropping back down onto the ground, succumbing the pain and the unconsciousness that followed.
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