Termination by JC Ryan, Kadin Rixx (A Rossler Foundation Mystery Book 8 )
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 525 Kb
Termination : The maniac John Brideaux is dead, and every member of his Supreme Council is in custody. General Thomas Hayden’s attempt to subject America to a dictatorship where he reigned supreme has been well and truly defeated by the Rossler Foundation, leaving Daniel Rossler as President of the United States.
Finally, there will be peace.
But all this time, the Russians have been watching. When the young, inexperienced, Daniel Rossler becomes the new American President, they know they’ve been presented with their best opportunity to make a move for world domination.
Even worse, within the first few days of taking office, Daniel is confronted with another threat–this one much worse than the Russians.
Remnants of the Eighth Cycle calling themselves the Re’an have for decades been building up a race of superhumans with one goal in mind–to take control of the world. If their leader, Viktor, and his Re’an get their way, the Eighth Cycle would make John Brideaux and his Supreme Council’s reign look like a Sunday School picnic.
Billions of people are about to die and there seems to be nothing America, the Rossler Foundation, or anyone else can do to stop the Re’an.
Has the Rossler Foundation finally met its match?
“This guy is sharp. I like it. “Right again. The name is part of the security measures—a decoy. She’s actually one of our Virginia class subs under the command of Captain Reese Locklin.
“Captain Locklin’s orders were to proceed under the polar ice cap to Bangor Naval Base in Washington State, where the prisoners were to be secretly transferred to the Northwest Joint Regional Correctional Facility near Fort Lewis.
“While she was under the ice cap, we lost contact with her. Earlier today, she made contact, advising there was an incident, and they have sustained some damage.”
“Not good,” Marcus said with a frown of concern.
“No, it isn’t,” Johnson replied, placing a map on the desk. “She’s here, making repairs,” he said, placing his index finger on the coordinates on the map.
“The Chukchi Sea over the continental shelf – any sign of the Russians?” Marcus asked.
“Nothing definite, only a couple of intermittent blips on a damaged sonar is all they’ve reported so far.”
“But you can bet they’re out there.”
“Yeah, they’re lurking out there somewhere.”
Marcus was brought out of his reverie when he realized Michael was waving a hand before his face.