Quicksilver

by Garfield Reeves-Stevens; Judith Reeves-Stevens

• ISBN13: 9780671028541
• ISBN10: 0671028545
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2000-06-01
• Publisher: Pocket

Summary

THE ULTIMATE HOSTAGE CRISIS THE PLACE: The Pentagon. Headquarters of the U.S. Department of Defense. The world's most safeguarded and secure building. THE EVENT: An unprecedented gathering at which the military leaders of America and Europe are to welcome into NATO its most controversial new member -- Russia. THE NIGHTMARE: In a breathtakingly precise split-second operation, a team of ruthless commandos takes over America's ultimate military command post -- from the inside. Within minutes, their hostages include the top military officials of more than twenty European nations, along with America's senior military commanders, the Vice President, the First Lady, and the Joint Chiefs of Staff. THE STAKES: Higher than even the president can anticipate because the enemy commandos have also seized control of a top-secret orbital weapon -- codenamed Quicksilver -- powerful enough to decimate America and change the balance of power in the world forever!

Excerpts

Chapter One UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY/ANNAPOLIS, MARYLANDThey had stolen her underwear.Again.Amy "Nuke" Bethune cursed like the sailor she hoped one day to become as she charged down the empty corridor on the third floor of Wing Three of Bancroft Hall, the hem of her tightly clutched b-robe flying behind her. Three years at the United States Naval Academy and everything she had done to earn her place as an equal among her classmates had come to nothing. She was still treated this way.Not by the men. But by the other women.Amy skidded to a stop on the slickly polished linoleum outside Midshipman Annika Marsh's dorm room. Marsh's name and graduating year were cut into the white plastic ID plate on the door, the color to alert other mids that this was a room for females. Male mids had their names cut into black plates.Amy had targeted this room for two reasons, the most important being that Marsh was about her size. She knew that some might think she was about to take a strong initiative that would violate the Academy's honor concept, the solemn vow to never lie, cheat, or steal. But it was the only way she could complete her duty for today. Besides, the honor concept also stated that midshipmen were to ensure that others were able to benefit from the use of their own property. So it's not stealing, Amy told herself, it's emergency borrowing. The distinction made what she had to do a bit easier to justify. But not by much.Amy pushed hard against the metal doorplate and the oversized, heavy door swung open as she knew it would. The level of trust among the Academy's 4,000-strong brigade of midshipmen meant that virtually none of the dorm-room doors was ever locked, except during long absences over holiday and vacation breaks. Considering that Marsh was more than likely one of the masterminds behind the disappearing underwear, though, Amy was surprised that her classmate seemed unprepared for retaliation.Marsh's dorm room was the size of a small and spartan studio apartment, identical to Amy's and typical of the Hall. There were two narrow bunk beds, one to either side, with a built-in desk beneath each, and two closets along the wall. In one corner was a shower and sink -- an absolute timesaving necessity when 4,000 midshipmen had to follow identical schedules.But Amy took no time to study the room. She headed straight for the cupboard unit built in against the end of Marsh's bunk, trying not to think what might happen to 12th Company's status if she were caught in the act.Twelfth Company was Amy's cadre of 124 fellow mids from plebes to Firsties, one of the 36 companies making up the Academy's brigade of midshipmen. It was also the Academy's current Color Company, an honor it had earned for the past three years. Amy considered it no coincidence that 12th Company's ascendancy had begun when she had joined it. Points in an Academy-wide competition were awarded for academic, athletic, and professional excellence. Her performance in the classroom and on the diving team had added significantly to 12th Company's point score. This past year, she and her cadre had accumulated 320.6 out of a possible 360. Her accomplishments had also, obviously, raised her profile among the company to the point where her textbooks had begun disappearing, her e-mail account was regularly acquiring new passwords, and -- as had happened this morning -- her alarm clock could no longer be trusted.For all that the Academy made a point of searching out young men and women who would excel in the Navy and Marine Corps, Amy was painfully learning that it also hewed to a military culture which valued team solidarity over individual achievement. Somewhere, unofficially, there existed an invisible boundary between excellence and independence. Marsh, among others, apparently thought Amy Bethune had crossed it.But as Amy quickly searched through the stack of drawers in Marsh's