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    The Unsanctioned Patriot: Patriotic Action & Adventure - Aaron Hardy, #1
    The Unsanctioned Patriot: Patriotic Action & Adventure - Aaron Hardy, #1
    The Unsanctioned Patriot: Patriotic Action & Adventure - Aaron Hardy, #1
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    The Unsanctioned Patriot: Patriotic Action & Adventure - Aaron Hardy, #1

    By Alex Ander

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    • Military

    • Investigation

    • Suspense

    • Thriller

    • Fbi

    • Government Conspiracy

    • Hero's Journey

    • Action Hero

    • Mole

    • Chase

    • Mentor

    • Femme Fatale

    • Amnesiac Hero

    • Secret Agent

    • Whistleblower

    • Espionage

    • Crime

    • Action

    • Betrayal

    • Survival

    About this ebook

    Perfect for American patriots who love thrillers with a good and decent main character — noble friends — action — clean language — no graphic sex — a little romance — and an undertone of faith from a Christian worldview.

    U.S. Special Forces soldier Aaron Hardy has served his country in combat. But he never thought his biggest battle would be fought against his own government.

    An attempt on Hardy's life leaves him scrambling to find those behind the attack. His pursuit uncovers political corruption at the highest levels. Unsure of who he can turn to for help, the 29-year-old elite operator must go it alone and outwit his would-be assassins before they get another chance to finish the job.

    The first in a 13-book series of exciting, clean language thrillers featuring an American soldier who loves his country, villains who hate America, and tons of fast-paced action.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlex Ander
    Release dateApr 8, 2016
    ISBN9781533746160
    The Unsanctioned Patriot: Patriotic Action & Adventure - Aaron Hardy, #1
    Author

    Alex Ander

    A big-time fan of thrillers (books and movies) for over 40 years, Alex Ander writes globe-trekking action thrillers packed with fistfights, gunfights, and heart-pounding excitement and adventure...all with clean language, no graphic sex, and an undertone of faith from a Christian worldview. Alex has written more than 30 books in the military/law enforcement genre. And as an avid gun enthusiast, he cringes right along with you when a magazine is called a "clip." That's why you can always trust him to get the firearm terminology correct. Currently, Alex has produced five different series with main characters from the U.S. Marines, Army Rangers, FBI, U.S. Marshals Service, and the CIA's Special Operations Group. And a possible sixth series is in the works featuring an ex-military man putting his deadly skills to use as a private contractor helping others. Living in Michigan with his wife, Alex spends some of his spare time painting landscapes, playing the harmonica, reading books, and watching action thrillers.

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      The Unsanctioned Patriot - Alex Ander

      Chapter 1

      Nigeria

      30 June—9:55 p.m. (local time)

      Somewhere in the foothills

      of the mountains in Nigeria

      "Alpha’s in position—over."

      Copy that, Alpha. Bravo, report.

      Bravo’s in position—over.

      Copy that, Bravo. Charlie, what’s your status?

      Charlie is thirty seconds to ready—over.

      Hidden high above the compound, Sergeant Aaron Hardy moved his legs and body as much as he could. He had been in the prone position for the last seventeen hours, and his muscles were cramping. In two days, he would celebrate his thirtieth birthday; however, at this moment, he felt twice that age.

      Hardy had enlisted in the United States Marine Corps upon graduating from high school. He had spent the first four years of his career serving overseas, primarily in Iraq, before becoming a member of the Second Marine Special Operations Battalion, headquartered at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. For the next five years, he had been involved in numerous direct-action, special reconnaissance, and counter-terrorism missions until he had been asked to command a team of his own and conduct top-secret missions all over the world.

      Lately, Hardy had been considering a new line of work. During the last five years, his body had been under an extreme amount of stress, and he did not recover as quickly as he once did. He was still in great physical shape, but he knew if he maintained this breakneck speed, his body would fail much quicker. He still wanted to be part of Special Operations, just in a little less intense setting that did not require so much scouting. The countless hours spent waiting for the action were making him grow restless. And, in many ways, they took a greater toll on his body than did the gunfights. He wanted to see more action, and he wanted more control over the action. He wanted to take the fight to the enemy, not wait for the enemy to dictate the terms of engagement.

      Hardy peered through his binoculars and scanned the area.

      Milling around, two sentries guarded the main gate. Located in the center of the compound, the main building was dark and quiet. Fifty meters to the rear, two buildings—ten meters apart from each other—served as living quarters for the soldiers. Both structures were alive with activity. The men inside were raucous. Music blasted from one of the buildings.

      80s punk rock, thought Hardy, lowering the binoculars to glimpse his watch. He raised the eyeglasses again, as his earpiece crackled.

      Overwatch, this is Charlie. We’re in position awaiting your orders—over.

      Copy that. Hardy slowly swung the binoculars to the right. All teams, standby.

      Hardy checked his watch numerous times in the next few minutes. This was exactly what was making him grow restless—the waiting. His teams were in place, ready to carry out their tasks, but everything hinged on the target.

      The voice of another team leader filled the airwaves. Inbound vehicles eight hundred meters out and closing fast.

      Finally. Through the field glasses, Hardy caught sight of the approaching headlights to his left. He watched two SUVs speed toward the compound and come to a stop outside the main gate. The guards opened the gate and waved them through.

      Once the vehicles were at the main building, the second SUV’s occupants jumped out and took defensive positions around the first SUV. Armed with AK-47 rifles, four men dressed in black suits, white shirts, and black ties stood guard. Their heads rotating left and right, they searched for security threats.

      The driver and the front passenger of the first SUV, both similarly dressed and armed, hurried inside the main building. A few moments later, they emerged, stood on either side of the front door, and surveyed the landscape. The one to the left put his wrist to his mouth.

      AK-47 in hand, a man got out of the left-rear door of the first SUV, hurried around the back bumper, and opened the right-rear passenger door.

      Two feet swung around and landed on the ground. A second later, their owner—a Nigerian warlord—threw his upper body forward and rose to his feet. Nigerian oversaw the most powerful drug cartel in the country. He stood six-two and tipped the scales at more than three hundred pounds.

      Hardy spun the wheel on the binoculars, zooming in on the man’s face. He needed visual confirmation to proceed with the mission.

      His back to Hardy, the man examined his surroundings. He buttoned his suit coat and took a few steps toward the main building before stopping.

      Come on, Hardy said under his breath. Show me your face.

      Continuing his journey, Nigerian turned his head.

      Hardy’s middle finger rotated the focus dial a hair, and his eyes narrowed. Gotcha. All teams, this is Overwatch. We are a go. I repeat. All teams, we are a go on my command—over.

      Copy that, replied all three team leaders.

      Hardy dropped his binoculars, wrapped his right hand around the stock of the M40A5 sniper rifle in front of him, and shouldered the weapon. He closed his left eye and acquired the two guards at the main gate through the rifle’s scope. Swinging the rifle to the right, he placed Nigerian in his crosshairs. When the man was two steps away from the front door of the building, Hardy had the two guards in the scope again. Go, go, go!

      While the men from the SUVs fell to the ground, shot by his teammates, Hardy eased back his weapon’s trigger. Two muffled ‘pops’ from his rifle later, the 7.62x51mm NATO bullets found their targets, and the sentries dropped.

      This is Alpha. All tangos are down. I repeat. All tangos are down—over.

      Two massive explosions lit up the night sky, as the two structures to the rear of the main building blew apart. One huge fireball rose from the remains.

      Hardy heard small arms fire before his earpiece came alive.

      This is Bravo. All tangos have been neutralized—over.

      Hardy held his breath waiting for the next situation report.

      Charlie Team had the most delicate part of the operation. Their orders were to secure Nigerian. They were to engage him only if he returned fire, and they were to shoot to incapacitate, not kill.

      Balling his hand, Hardy called for a situation report. Charlie, I need a sitrep—over. In his ear, he heard sporadic weapons’ fire, team members shouting, scuffling. Moments later, the commotion stopped, and silence ensued.

      What’s your sitrep, Charlie? No response. Bravo, advance on the main building. I repeat. Bravo—

      Overwatch, this is Charlie.

      Hardy squinted through the binoculars. Bravo, stand down and await further orders. Go ahead, Charlie.

      Overwatch, we have your birthday present…all wrapped up and ready for delivery—over.

      Hardy sighed. Copy that. All teams rendezvous for evac. Hardy paused before letting a grin form on his face. Good work, gentlemen. Let’s go home.

      Thirty minutes later, with his teams safely aboard two Bell UH-1Y Venom (Super Huey) helicopters, Hardy was the last man to board an aircraft and take his place among his men.

      The choppers lifted off and banked left.

      Feeling the tension drain from his shoulders, he hung his head and let out a slow, long breath. He had brought his people to the completion of another mission without any casualties. In twelve hours, everyone would be stateside enjoying some much needed rest and relaxation. He shut his eyes. A good day.

      Chapter 2

      Jack

      30 June—8:11 p.m.

      Washington, D.C.

      Jack Darling took another long drag on his cigarette before tapping it on an ashtray in front of him. As his fingers spun the glass of straight Scotch whisky on the counter, he adjusted his weight on the barstool. He checked his watch again. He did not like waiting. He saw himself as a busy man, and every minute he waited on someone else was a minute lost in his constant pursuit of the next big news story.

      An investigative reporter for The Washington Post, Jack Darling had spent the past twenty years building his reputation on integrity, making sure his sources were legit before any story went to publication. His attention to detail was next to paramount. He worked long hours to track down leads and verify his information sources.

      Jack loved journalism, but he had been thinking about a career change for some time. He was almost fifty years old; however, the eighteen-hour days made it seem as if he was approaching, if not beyond, retirement age. He wanted one last big story before he put away his pen and paper. He wanted to go out on top, remembered as the reporter who broke that big story wide open. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he was already over the hill. He glanced at his watch. The man he was supposed to meet was late.

      A waste of time...probably won’t even show, Jack thought, downing the rest of his Scotch before getting the bartender’s attention and motioning toward his empty glass. Jack loved to drink and smoke. With the hours he put in at his job, these two guilty pleasures helped him relax. But he always knew his limit, and he never crossed the line, especially when working a lead. After mashing his cigarette butt in the ashtray, he reached for his pack of cancer sticks, popped one out, and stuck it between his lips. He thumbed his cigarette lighter twice, but before he could get a flame, his antiquated flip phone rang. He eyed the tiny, narrow screen. The number was blocked. He opened the device, Jack Darling, the unlit cigarette flopping up and down when he spoke.

      Are you alone?

      What? Who’s this?

      The voice repeated the question, louder the second time. Are you alone?

      Jack recognized the speech pattern. Adam? The man Jack was meeting at the bar only identified himself as Adam. Where the hell are you? You’re late. I’ve been waiting here for fifteen minutes.

      I know. I’ve been here for forty-five minutes. Now, are…you…alone?

      Jack sat straight and whipped his head back and forth, eyeballing the patrons. Of course, I’m alone. Where are you?

      Have the bartender send your second drink to the table in the back corner.

      Jack started to speak, but stopped when the line went dead. He poked his chin at the bartender, I’ll be, and jerked his head over his shoulder, in the back corner, before sliding off the barstool as the man behind the counter acknowledged him.

      Jack did not like games. Games fell under the umbrella of wasting time. The

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