Bestselling author, Brad Thor joins Will Stauff on Conservative Report Radio to talk about his latest book, “Act of War”. A consultant for the Department of Homeland Secretary, Brad has appeared on the New York Times bestselling list for the following work: Act Of War, Hidden Order, Black List, Full Black (one of Suspense Magazine’s best political thrillers of 2011), The Athena Project, Foreign Influence (one of Suspense Magazine’s best political thrillers of 2010), The Apostle, The Last Patriot (nominated best thriller of the year by the International Thriller Writers Association and banned in Saudi Arabia), The First Commandment, Takedown, Blowback (recognized as one of the “Top 100 Killer Thrillers of All Time” by NPR), State of the Union, Path of the Assassin, and The Lions of Lucerne.
Brad Thor has been called “the master of thrillers,” “as current as tomorrow’s headlines,” “quite possibly the next coming of Robert Ludlum,” and “America’s favorite author.” His internationally bestselling novels have been published in Australia, Brazil, Bulgaria, Canada, China, the Czech Republic, Denmark, Estonia, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, India, Italy, Israel, Japan, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Poland, Portugal, Romania, Russia, Serbia, Spain, the United Kingdom, the United States, Thailand, Turkey, and Vietnam.
Brad has hosted the Glenn Beck TV and radio programs, and has appeared on FOX News Channel, CNN, CNN Headline News, MSNBC, ABC, CBS, NBC, and PBS programs to discuss terrorism, as well as how closely his novels of international intrigue parallel the real threats facing the world today. In 2010, Brad was featured by the Speed Channel in the “Executive Protection” episode of their “Dangerous Drives” series.
He served as a member of the Department of Homeland Security’s Analytic Red Cell Unit, and is a fellow of the Alexandrian Defense Group. Bread also educates top law enforcement organizations on “over-the-horizon”, future threats and has been a keynote speaker for events & groups like the National Tactical Officers Association annual conference, the Young America’s Foundation, and the Ronald Reagan 100 Birthday celebration.
A supporter of The Heritage Foundation, Brad has spoken at their national headquarters on the need for robust missile defense. He also sits on The International Free Press Society’s Board of Advisors, and has served as a judge for the Sam Adams Alliance Annual Awards. In 2008, Brad shadowed a Black Ops team in Afghanistan to research his thriller, The Apostle. Brad graduated cum laude from the University of Southern California where he studied creative writing, film, and television production.
Prior to becoming a novelist, Brad was the award-winning creator, producer, writer and host of the award winning and critically acclaimed national public television series, Traveling Lite. Brad is an active supporter of the USO, Disabled American Veterans, the Wounded Warrior Project, the Yellow Ribbon Fund, and the Salvation Army. In “Act Of War” After a CIA agent mysteriously dies overseas, his top asset surfaces with a startling and terrifying claim. There’s just one problem— no one knows if she can be trusted. But when six exchange students go missing, two airplane passengers trade places, and one political-asylum seeker is arrested, a deadly chain of events is set in motion.
With the United States facing an imminent and devastating attack, America’s new president must turn to covert counterterrorism operative Scot Harvath to help carry out two of the most dangerous operations in the country’s history. Code-named “Gold Dust” and “Blackbird,” they are shrouded in absolute secrecy as either of them, if discovered, will constitute an act of war. Here’s are some reviews of Brad Thor’s “Act of War” “A hired Ivy League blue blood type known as an NOC, “non official cover” secret agent, is planted in China by the United States to uncover suspicious national security activity. When his peculiar death occurs The Agency calls in backup and discovers Snow Dragon, an operation in progress that brings with it darkness, cold, and death.
As the Central Intelligence Agency investigates, Washington brings to light China’s intention to reinvent the term, “the inferior can defeat the superior”. Knowing the U.S. is too technologically advanced, China decides to abandon the rules of that make up traditional concept of warfare. Tactics of Chemical and Biological attacks that poison food and water, along with collapsing electrical grids are discovered to be carried out and deployed by a third party of terrorists employed by China. As a preventive move by the Director of National Intelligence and the Secretary of Defense, two operations are formed, Blackbird and Gold Dust; code names given for the attempt to save America from unspeakable attacks. Act of War by Brad Thor strikes at the heart of the reader and creates a novel of good versus evil. A merciless fictional view of terrorism groups designed for destruction, creates an empathy reminiscent of the aftermath belonging to the 9/11 attacks. These historical emotions add to the realism that the novel carries. As the main plot follows a small group into enemy territory, the subsidiary stories remain rich with subjects of organized crime and drug trafficking.
Knowing the consistent danger to the heroes could turn into a POW’s worse nightmare provides a pulse pounding thrill ride that has become a staple for Thor novels. Questions of International Biological, Chemical, and Nuclear attacks are answered with well formed characterization and energized action provided by FBI and its undercover team.
Brad Thor creates another all too real action packed militarized adventure that begins on American soil and works its way through dangerous dominions such as North Korea and the likes of Al Qaeda based in Afghanistan”
The following is an excerpt from the best selling book, “Act of War”
ACT OF WAR BY BRAD THOR
Act of War. . . .
“Let her sleep. For when the dragon wakes,she will shake the world.”—Napoléon Bonaparte
One week ago
The air was thick with humidity. Oppressive. Typical for this time of year. It was monsoon season and stepping outside was like stepping into a steam room. Within half a block he was sweating. By the intersection, his clothes were sticking to his body.
The Glock tucked behind his right hip was slick with perspiration. Guns, money, and a bunch of high-tech gear. Just like something out of a movie. Except it wasn’t. This was real. Turning right, he headed into the large open-air market. It looked as if a car bomb packed with neon paint cans had detonated. Everything, even the luminous birds in their impossibly small cages, was aggressively vivid. The smells ran the gamut from ginger and garlic to the putrid “gutter oil” dredged up from restaurant sewers and grease traps by many street cooks. There were rusted pails of live crabs, buckets of eels, and shallow bowls of water filled with fish.
Men and women haggled over oranges and peppers, raw pork and chicken. Like the first spring snowmelt snaking along a dry, rock-strewn riverbed, Ken Harmon moved through the market. He focused on nothing, but saw everything—every cigarette lit, every newspaper raised, every cell phone dialed. The sounds of the neighborhood poured into his ears as a cacophony and were identified, analyzed, sorted, and stored. The movements of his body, the functioning of his senses, were all conducted with calm, professional economy. The Central Intelligence Agency hadn’t sent him to Hong Kong to panic.
In fact, it had sent him to Hong Kong precisely because he didn’t panic. There was enough of that back in Washington already, along with the repatriated body of David Cahill. Cahill had been an Agency NOC based in Shanghai. An Ivy League blue-blood type who knew all the right people and went to all the right parties. He saw things in black and white.
Gray areas were for professional liars like diplomats and men who lacked the testicular fortitude to call evil by its name when they saw it. For Cahill, there was a lot of evil in the world, especially in China. That was why he had learned to speak the language and requested his posting there.
As an NOC, or more specifically an agent operating under “non-official cover,” he wasn’t afforded the diplomatic immunity enjoyed by other CIA operatives working out of an embassy or consulate. Cahill had been a spy, a true “secret” agent. And he had been very good at his job. He had built a strong human network in China, with assets in the Chinese Communist Party, the People’s Liberation Army, and even the Chinese Intelligence Via his contacts, Cahill had been onto something, something with serious national security Implications for the United States.
Then, one night, while meeting with one of his top assets, he had dropped dead of a heart attack right in front of her. The asset was a DJ out of Shanghai named Mingxia. Her parties were some of the best in China. Celebrities, drugs, beautiful women—they had everything. And it was those parties that had propelled her into the circles of China’s rich and powerful.
She was not without her share of troubles though, and that had made her ripe for recruitment by Cahill. But when he died, Mingxia dropped off the face of the earth. The CIA couldn’t find her anywhere. They wanted answers and they had turned over every stone looking for her.
Then, two weeks later, she had reappeared. It was via an emergency communications channel Cahill had established for her—a message board in an obscure forum monitored by Langley. But since her disappearance, speculation at the CIA had gone into overdrive. Did the Chinese have her?
Had Cahill been burned? Had the woman been involved in his death? Was this a trap? She allegedly had information about a crippling attack being planned against the United States, but Nobody knew if they could trust her. The Agency was desperate for information. And so it had called Ken Harmon.
Harmon wasn’t a polished Ivy Leaguer like Cahill. He was tall, built like a brick shithouse, and he didn’t attend fancy parties. He usually drank alone in the decrepit, back-alley bars of some of the worst hellholes in the world.
It made more sense than Shanghai and was much safer than Beijing, especially for a white guy. Harmon had chosen the coffee shop, a Starbucks knockoff.
It was busy, with the right mix of Chinese and Anglos. People chatted on cell phones and pecked away at keyboards. They had buds in their ears and listened to music or watched videos on their devices.
Whatever happened to a cup of coffee and a newspaper? Hell, he thought, whatever happened to newspapers? There was a front door and a back door, which meant two ways out; three if you counted kicking out the window in the women’s bathroom leading to a narrow ventilation shaft. The men’s bathroom was a death box. There was no escape if you got trapped back there. Harmon didn’t plan on getting trapped. A net of human surveillance had been thrown over the neighborhood. He’d picked out a couple of them. Men who were too fit and too clean cut. They were Agency muscle, ex–Special Operations types.
They were excellent with a gun and terrific to have on your team if things went sideways, but they were too visible and Harmon had requested no babysitters. His request, though, had been ignored. He had also asked that they buy the woman a plane ticket so he could conduct the meeting in a nice, Anonymous airline lounge at Hong Kong International. It was a controlled environment. Much harder to bring weapons in. Easier to spot trouble before it happened. Tradecraft 101.
Langley felt the airport was too controlled and therefore too easy for the Chinese to tilt in their favor. The CIA wanted a public location with multiple evacuation routes. They had cars, safe houses, changes of clothes, medical equipment, fake passports, and even a highspeed boat on standby. They had thought of every contingency and had built plans for each. That was how worried they were.
Stepping inside, Harmon scanned the café. The air-conditioning felt like being hooked up to pure, crisp oxygen. He grabbed a paper napkin and, starting at the top of his shaved head, wiped all the way down the back of his thick neck. He ordered a Coke in a can, no ice. He had learned the hard way about ice in foreign Paying cash, he took his Coke over to the service station, where he gathered up a few items, and then found a table. It was set back from the window, but not so far back that he couldn’t watch the door and what was happening outside on the street.
He carried no electronics. No laptop, no cell phone, no walkie-talkie. He carried no ID. Besides his Large caliber Glock, spare magazines, and a knife, there was nothing on his person that could connect him to anything, anyone, or anywhere. That was how professionals worked. Removing a small bill from his pocket, he folded it into the shape Mingxia had been told to look for. A heart. He could do swans too, but everybody did swans. It was the first thing you learned. He normally did hearts when meeting female assets.
It was something different. Some of them liked it. Some didn’t. He didn’t care. A heart was just a heart. When it was finished, he set it atop a white napkin. It was unique, but low-key, nothing that could be noticed from the street. In fact, you might only notice it as you walked by the table on the way to the ladies’ room—and even then, only if you were looking for it. An hour later, the woman arrived and slowed as she passed the table. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to tell him that she had seen it. While Mingxia was in the bathroom, Harmon scanned the café and the street outside. He sipped his second Coke and flipped through one of the free tourist magazines that littered every café and fast-food restaurant in Hong Kong. When Mingxia left the bathroom and passed his table again, she found the heart sitting by itself. TheNapkin had been removed. All clear. She hadn’t been followed inside. It was safe to sit down. Ordering herself a tea from the counter, she took the table next to his.
Please join Conservative Report on Thursday, July 10 2014 at 7pm as best selling author, Brad Thor, joins Will Stauff at 7pm to discuss his latest sizzler, Act of War.