Written in the breathless present tense, with the distinctive Pattersonian staccato exposition accompanied by the short paragraph burst (“I checked my clock. It was time”), the book opens when Keating is still president, a take on terrorist Asim al. Presiding over a failed assassination attempt. – Ashid. (It disastrously kills al-Asheed’s wife and three daughters.) Cut several years later: Barnes is president in Washington, sparring and planning, while Keating ruthlessly adjusts to civilian life in rural New Hampshire. are doing.
Keating is stopping writing his memoirs. His retirement activities include a canoe race against the chief of his Secret Service detail. Everything goes awry when Keating’s daughter, Mel, is seized by terrorists, while Tim goes on a journey with his innocent boyfriend. Poor Tim. No sooner did he prepare himself to fight the kidnappers – “ok let’s do it, “he thinks to himself – that he dies “in a spray of blood.”
The culprit is Al-Ashid. In contrast to, say, Osama bin Laden, who preferred to organize atrocities by shadow, al-Ashid considers himself a terrorism influencer, posting videos on social media in which he is at the center of the chaos in which He beheads UN aid workers. For example, Sudan. The SEALs harbored an added hatred for him as he killed one of his own Boyd Tanners in a particularly gruesome fashion.
Al-Ashid is a fearful man, but an important feature of such a book is a hostage who refuses to show fear. Mel’s response to her plight has been to, among other things, “humiliate the kidnappers” by, among other things, throwing her own urine and chemicals in her cell’s toilet into one of their faces while shouting, “I’m a little I’m not girl!”
Nor has al-Asheed kept pace with the disastrous single-mindedness of former President Keating, whose talents include throwing “shredded clothes, sunglasses, a beard peg and a baseball cap” to escape notice. He also has a band of loyal friends whom he can call on for help. Along with Trask Floyd, they include the former Mossad chief; a former Saudi intelligence officer; And the US Air Force secretary, who owes that.
“I’m on it,” she says, agreeing to order a military transport plane to give her and her small hostage-extraction team a ride to Tunisia. “Go with God, Mr President.”
Let us determine that we are not reading this book to gain valuable insight into the inner workings of United States foreign policy. No, we’re reading for more and more references to military hardware, a formidable alphanumeric arsenal: UH-60s, AK-47s, 7.62mm Russian-made Tokarevs, Chinese-made QSZ-9 9mm, M4 TAWS Assault with Thermal Sights Rifles. you get the picture.