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Edge of battle : a novel / Dale Brown.

By: Brown, Dale, 1956-.
Material type: materialTypeLabelBookPublisher: New York : William Morrow, 2006Description: 418 pages.Content type: text Media type: unmediated Carrier type: volumeISBN: 9780060753009; 0060753005.Genre/Form: Action and adventure fiction. | War stories.DDC classification: BRO
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The War on Terror . . . with a little more firepower

Violence and tensions along the U.S.-Mexican border have never been higher, sparked by battles between rival drug lords and an increased flow of illegal migrants. To combat the threat, the United States has executed Operation Rampart: a controversial test base in Southern California run by Major Richter and TALON, his high-tech special operations unit.

Their success is threatened by a drug kingpin and migrant smuggler named Ernesto Fuerza. In the guise of Mexican nationalist "Commander Veracruz," he causes a storm of controversy on both sides of the border, calling for a revolution to take back the northernmost "Mexican states"--the southwestern United States. His real intention is to make it easier to import illegal drugs across the border. This sets off a storm of controversy that's being stirred to a fever pitch by a popular right-wing radio talk-show host who calls for the complete militarization of the border. Soon Richter and his force are reassigned to the FBI to investigate the murders of several Border Patrol agents--a deadly mission that will bring him face-to-face with Fuerza and set off a wave of bloodshed that threatens to become an all-out guerrilla war. Lurking behind Fuerza--and possibly calling the shots--is Richter's nemesis, former Soviet nuclear forces commander turned terror mastermind Yegor Zakharov, who is set on revenge to the very end.

In Edge of Battle, bestselling author Dale Brown stays a step ahead of world events. Don't miss this sensational ride!

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Edge of Battle A Novel Chapter One Henderson, Nevada Later that morning "Don't talk to me about bigotry, xenophobia, or racism," Bob O'Rourke said even before the country-western bumper music faded completely away. "Don't you dare call this show and call me a racist. I'm mad enough to chew nails right now, my friends, and I might just lose my temper." Fand Kent, Bob O'Rourke's producer and call screener on the top-rated nationally syndicated talk radio show The Bottom Line , smiled broadly as she turned the gain down on her headphones. If you looked up the term type-A personality in the dictionary, you might find Bob O'Rourke's picture there. He was always headstrong, dynamic, animated, energized--but he was even more so behind the microphone. During their one-hour production meeting before each show in Bob's office, he had the usual array of national newspapers stacked up on his desk and his ever-present tablet PC notebook ready to take electronic notes, but today when she walked in for the meeting there were just as many newspapers on the floor, and crumpled up and tossed toward the wastebasket. Bob O'Rourke's loud, deep, rapid-fire voice with just a slight Texas twang in it was exactly opposite of his physical appearance, which Bob carefully worked to conceal (and which cost the jobs of a few other producers when they slipped up and released unflattering descriptions of their boss): he was five six and weighed one-forty soaking wet, with thin black hair, a thin neck, very light skin, despite living in a town with eleven months of sunshine a year, and rather delicate-looking features. He was so self-conscious of his physical stature that he wore a cowboy hat, boots, and sunglasses all the time, even in the studio, and had trained his voice to become deeper. Some might call it a "Napoleon complex," others might call it ego and vanity carried to the extreme. Fand Kent knew enough to keep her mouth shut whenever that subject was broached. You never knew when a rival producer or media reporter was nearby. "If you ask me, my friends," O'Rourke went on, "this attack, this assault, this brutal assassination is every bit as serious and troubling as the terror attacks in San Francisco, Houston, and Washington in recent months. Don't give me that look, Fonda. Don't you dare roll your eyes at me! You know what I'm talking about!" Fand was busy with the phones and her computers and hadn't even looked up at him, but it didn't matter--he constantly accused her of disagreeing with his comments and ideas, which were all part of the show. She was smart enough never to let him know her true opinions. "I know, I know, it's not Fonda, it's 'Fand,' the Celtic goddess of truth, goodness, happiness, understanding, and Kumbaya, or some such nonsense that you were named after. To me, it sounds like 'Fonda,' another liberal tree-hugging 'everyone be happy let's all get along' character, so that's what I'm going to call you. I'm warning you, Fonda, the O'Rourke trap is open and you're one step away from getting chomped, young lady." Fand only shook her head and smiled as she went about her work. "I am not talking about numbers of dead or injured, my friends," he went on to his worldwide radio audience. "I'm not talking about weapons of mass destruction. I am talking about the enormity of the attack, the audacity, the sheer brazenness of it. You liberals think that an attack against the United States has to kill hundreds or thousands of persons, or law enforcement officers killed in the line of duty aren't to be considered victims of an 'attack.' Well, my friends, I don't. "In case you don't know what I'm talking about here, in case you've been living under a rock or hugging a tree or counting snail darters in Lake Mead with your head underwater and your brains up your butt, I'll bring the ignoramuses in the audience up to speed," O'Rourke went on. "Yesterday evening, four United States Border Patrol agents were gunned down just off Interstate 10 between Blythe and Indio, California. No, wait, just hold on. 'Gunned down' is too soft, too gentle, too Fonda. Let's call it what it was: they were slaughtered . They were shot to death by automatic gunfire as they were making an immigration stop. These men were executed . And for what? For enforcing the immigration and border security laws of the United States of America, that's what. "The assassins didn't stop there, my friends, oh no, not by a long shot. They killed a total of ten Mexican nationals, including a pregnant woman and an eleven-year-old boy. The killers then made off with a Border Patrol vehicle. Incredible. Simply incredible. Horrifying is more like it. This is the worst killing in the line of duty in the history of the Border Patrol." As if he needed something to get him even more hopped up, O'Rourke took a handful of chocolate-covered espresso beans and popped them into his mouth before continuing: "So what's the status of the hunt for the killers? I called Mr. James Abernathy, director of U.S. Customs and Border Protection, the folks who run the Border Patrol. He said he could not comment because of the ongoing investigation. Same response from Attorney General Wentworth. Fair enough. I'm not going to aid and assist the terrorists by pushing the investigators into revealing any clues that might make the killers scatter. "But I asked both gentlemen what's being done to secure our borders and prevent another attack like this from happening again, and do you know what they said? Mr. Abernathy's spokesperson said, 'We're doing everything possible.' Attorney General Wentworth's spokesman said, 'Everything legally authorized is being done, with all due respect for the rights of those involved in this activity.' Excuse me? " Edge of Battle A Novel . Copyright © by Dale Brown. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Edge of Battle by Dale Brown All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Library Journal Review

In this sequel to Act of War, Maj. Jason Richter and Dr. Ariadna Vega of Task Force TALON and their CIDs (cybernetic infantry devices) are assigned to the U.S-Mexico border to help deal with the seemingly endless stream of illegal immigrants entering the United States. The president's plan to bring order to this situation goes tragically awry and sparks an armed confrontation between military personnel of both countries. Throw in Russian terrorist Yegor Zakharov, spineless politicians, talk-radio hosts, and assorted other characters, and we have an exciting view of some of today's current events. Reader Michael McShane's narrative is solid and expressive, as is his very lively and animated dialog, though he does have some trouble differentiating between a Mexican accent and a Russian one at times. His portrayal of the radio talk-show host Bob O'Rourke is quite entertaining. Although filled more with technical details than deep character development, this program is still a fun way to pass the time in the car. Public libraries should consider.-Michael T. Fein, Central Virginia Community Coll., Lynchburg (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Publishers Weekly Review

Veteran audio, TV and film actor McShane brings Brown's latest thriller to life with understated skill-a much-needed element in this churning engine of hard-to-swallow political and military theorizing. Listening to McShane is like sitting in a bar and sharing war stories with a friend; his raspy, deceptively ordinary voice could well belong to one of the U.S. Border Patrol agents who are killed by a Russian terrorist group in the hot zone between America and Mexico, or a member of Task Force TALON-the U.S. paramilitary unit trying to wipe out the terrorists whose leader has linked up with a seriously nasty "coyote"-a vicious smuggler of drugs as well as people. What Brown does best are the sort of nonstop action scenes his fans have come to expect-and McShane knows just how to bring those moments to vivid audio life without going over the top. Simultaneous release with the Morrow hardcover (Reviews, Mar. 27). (May) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved