Big Three-Thriller Bundle Box Collection
The Big Three-Thriller Bundle / Box Collection (Brainstorm, Dead Reckoning and Jezebel)
Three Big Thrillers—One Big Book
by
Gordon A Kessler
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Big Three-Thriller Box Collection Copyright © 2012 Gordon A Kessler
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Thriller novels:
JEZEBEL
DEAD RECKONING
BRAINSTORM
"The E Z Knight Reports" series novels
KNIGHT'S RANSOM
KNIGHT'S BIG EASY
And coming soon:
KNIGHT’S LATE TRAIN
KNIGHT'S LAST SHOT
Short stories:
"Jack Knight," a nostalgic romance
"Toothpick for Two," a humorous relationship story
Nonfiction about novel writing:
NOVEL WRITING MADE SIMPLE
Table of Contents
Brainstorm
Dead Reckoning
Jezebel
Brainstorm
a thriller novel
by
Gordon A. Kessler
http://GordonKessler.com
Gordon@GordonKessler.com
What NY Times Best Selling Authors are saying about Brainstorm
James Rollins, NY Times bestselling author of Black Order, Sandstorm and Map of Bones as well as many others, says: "Gordon A. Kessler's Brainstorm is a wild ride into the reality of human consciousness, forcing us to question who we are and our place in the universe. It's also a kick-ass adventure story that will have you thrumming through the pages well into the night. Its blend of topical research, cutting-edge weaponry, and current political tension is handled with stunning effect."
Douglas Preston, NY Times bestselling author of The Codex, and co-author of Relic and Book of the Dead as well as many more says Brainstorm: "…is as exciting and fast-paced as a thrill ride on a dive bomber, a maelstrom of action, violence, murder and mayhem, way too much fun to put down once you’re hooked. It is also frighteningly believable, based on an actual black CIA program known as Project Stargate. Kessler is a former US Marine parachutist, recon scout, and Super Squad team leader and he really knows his stuff. An outstanding novel."
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.
This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. It may not be resold or given away. If you did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, please go to Amazon.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.
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Brainstorm Copyright © 2010 Gordon A Kessler
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical without the express written permission of the author. The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law.
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Paperback version: ISBN-10: 0983190518 ISBN-13: 978-0983190516
Preface
Prologue
Chapter 1 — Gold Rush, Three Days Later
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
Preface
The Star Gate, Grille Flame, Bluebird and MK-ULTRA projects, as well as devices like the “stemoceiver,” mentioned in the following work of fiction are not in the least bit fictitious and do not refer to Hollywood movies or to popular cable TV series.
During the early days of the Cold War, the U.S. Government, through the newly formed CIA, actually experimented on its own unknowing citizens with mind altering drugs, radiation, “narco-hypnosis” and electroconvulsive therapy in order to keep up with the technology being developed by its Cold War nemeses. They endeavored to create unwitting assassins that would be infallible against interrogation — as revealed by the U.S. Congress’s Church Committee and the Rockefeller Commission.
Then, beginning in the sixties and early seventies, a number of the major world powers shifted focus away from the control of the mind and began conducting mind-power studies. During the latter days of the Cold War, the U.S. Government furtively threw its hat into the paranormal ring. For the next twenty years, the Central Intelligence Agency, the Defense Intelligence Agency and the U.S. Army conducted experiments in remote viewing and other psychic phenomena through the Star Gate and Grille Flame projects as well as others under various code names. They reported moderate success, likely relying much more on the information gathered through their remote-viewing teams than is recorded.
Through these gifted, psychically trained voyeurs of space and time came the opportunity to look into the past, the present and even into the future. Originally considered only slightly better than a coin-flip, their accuracy improved dramatically over the life of the project. The remote viewers became valued consultants, giving strategic advice and foretelling the outcomes of conflicts in Grenada and Panama as well as Operation Desert Storm and many other actions, both made public and kept covert.
Much of the nonlethal weaponry you will read about also exists. A few of the devices and substances mentioned herein are in prototype, experimental or yet in concept, but most are in use in at least limited amounts today by the U.S. military and by select local law enforcement agencies.
As well, many of the defensive measures described are actually being used in the field today and, although active and reactive camouflage is primarily in concept or experimental, it is expected to be fully developed and in wide use by the military in the very near future.
According to Albert Einstein: “A human being is part of a whole, called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest as a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us…. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison….”
Prologue
“It’s time,” Major Lionel Jackson said and patted the back of Sunny McMaster’s hand. In the red night lighting inside their armored vehicle, her slender ivory hand seemed to glow, appearing remarkably delicate in his dark palm. But he knew it wasn’t fragile. “Ready?”
“God, yes,” she said, her voice determined and confident.
Jackson released Sunny’s hand, then turned to the forward viewfinder and pulled down the microphone attached to his helmet. “Lion Team, move out,” he said evenly, and the driver in front of Jackson cocked his head back and repeated the order over his shoulder.
The mission to rescue Sunny’s husband and several dozen other missing elite citizens thought to be held in Gold Rush, Colorado, began under presidential directive — regardless that the latest reconnaissance reports indicated it was a ghost town.
Their six Stryker vehicles set out quickly and without faltering like dark, single-minded ants on a sugar trail, churning down the gravel roadway leading to the small town ten miles away. A blue-white full moon hugged the ridge behind their boulder-littered staging area, its frosty radiance washing over the rocky cliff sides and the snaking passage before them.
Inside the leading personnel carrier, the man known to his military peers as the Black Lion once again turned in his seat toward Sunny. Major Jackson never dreamed he’d see this woman dressed in black fatigues and combat boots, her fiery-red hair pinned back and hidden under a helmet. What she’d worn the first time they met in Maui was quite different — a wedding dress. Jackson had been best man, and the ceremony was in his garden. That was fifteen years ago.
Sunny asked, “How ‘bout you, Jax? You ready?”
He knew she meant emotionally, not militarily. As he pushed his small microphone out of the way, he returned a thin smile. “We’re going to find Dan, Sunny,” he said. “I’m sure of it. We’re going to find him, and he’s going to be . . .” He hesitated, knowing okay or even alive was a promise he couldn’t keep. Instead, he simply repeated, “We’re going to find him.”
His words seemed to cause a tear to trickle from her eyes, and he grimaced, realizing she’d understood his indecisive pause.
Sunny looked away and wiped the moisture from her cheek. When she turned back with her jaw clenched, her eyes set hard on Jackson. Through the crimson glow inside the armored vehicle, she stared — face stone-like and expressionless — and Jackson did his best to hide his anxiety. She seemed to look through him, gazing at something just out of reach in the past. Her tears were gone, any redness in her eyes imperceptible in the red night lighting. In her face was a grittiness Jackson had seen in only a handful of men, the ones sure to become great soldiers. But the major wanted no part in making the beautiful redhead before him into a Kevlar-tough warrior. He wished he had another choice, but today Sunny could play an important role in bringing in her husband and saving dozens of lives.
People were disappearing. Scientists, surgeons and men and women of special abilities were vanishing from all over the world, particularly from the United States. Jackson hoped that at least one of those presumed abducted, Daniel McMaster, hadn’t become a traitor — that he wouldn’t have to kill his best friend.
Behind them in the cramped steel carrier, eight of Major Jackson’s soldiers sat nearly motionless, breathing lightly through parted lips, their faces blank. Occasionally, the rough road jostled them — their shoulders meeting forcibly, helmets clacking together, assault rifles tapping. But they showed no sign of discomfort. They were ready — for hell, for death, for anything, and that was what they were to expect today.
After nearly twenty minutes of driving, the digital mission clock on the console in front of the major changed to 05:42 a.m., and he took an anxious breath. Once again, he leaned into the forward-looking periscope of the commander’s cupola as an abandoned guard shack and barricade came into view several hundred yards ahead. After turning back to his men, he held up two fingers and called out only loud enough to be heard, “Two minutes.”
The next one hundred and twenty seconds elapsed too slowly — and too quickly. Jackson had hoped he’d never have to see another of his men die — prayed this rescue operation would unfold quickly and without casualties. But he didn’t expect his prayer to be answered.
At thirty seconds before zero hour, the sun crested a saddle in the butte. Its brilliant rays illum
inated the numerous periscope viewfinders surrounding the driver and commander’s cupolas, overpowering the red night lighting. When Jackson turned the lock above him and threw back the hatch, the inside of their vehicle brightened like an operating room.
After a sideways glance at Sunny, he stood up in the opening, brought his high-power Bushnell rangefinder binoculars up from his chest and placed his elbows on the steel roof of the moving vehicle. Nestled below a cobalt-blue ridge a half mile in front of them was Gold Rush.
Major Jackson’s breathing and pulse quickened, and his eyes grew wide as he repositioned the microphone. While holding onto the hatchway coaming, he commanded, “Eagle and Lion, Eagle and Lion — Go, go, go!”
Dampened by thrumming helicopter rotors, the instant reply came over his headset. “Eagle Force ‘Go!’ Roger, Black Lion.”
Again, the young sergeant driving Jackson’s vehicle acknowledged over his shoulder, “Roger, ‘Go,’ Lion!”
The six armored vehicles accelerated, lunging from cruising speed to an all-out sprint. They crashed through the barricade and crushed the vacant guard shack, leaving it as a pile of loose, splintered boards.
In the following seconds, Apache helicopter gunships rose above the spruce trees and jagged ridges surrounding the small town. They hovered there as vigilant sentries, buffeting the evergreen boughs and raising dust along the crags. The four gunships carried enough firepower to level the entire town; however, that wasn’t an option with hundreds of innocents likely to be in the mix.