To me, whether I agree with the content or not, the mistake Twitter and FaceBook are making is telling me what I’m allowed to see. I won’t leave… not yet, there are too many people I care about on those networks… but I will not be focusing on them.

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Twenty seconds later the right front tire of the transport van exploded. Bird Dog had hit it with a .308 round from his sniper rifle. A moment later the rear tire on the passenger side of the van blew from a second shot.

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JD watched as his picture was displayed on the screen of the TV. He was standing in the back of a Walmart in western Missouri, where he was trying to buy a few pre-paid phones to use as burners. He’d left his old phone with Wayne. He pulled his hat down low and approached the cashier. He pulled out his wallet and laid out several hundred-dollar bills.
“I need to see ID for the pre-paid phones, Sir,” she said, sounding as bored as she could.

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This is your chance, grab a deal on the book. And don’t fret if you haven’t read the first two books in the series. This one can stand alone.

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“Need help, soldier?” he heard over his shoulder.
JD slowly turned to face the familiar voice, flooded with equal parts of excitement, hope and dread.
Words stuck in his throat as he looked down into her bright green eyes.
“Christi.”

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Elevator Man lifted the rifle to the desk, back from the open window. He zoomed his scope in to view small flag waving behind the man on the podium. He made a minor adjustment to the scope. He reframed his target and waited for his breathing to slow.

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