SEAL Team Six: Hunt the Scorpion (A Thomas Crocker Thriller)
Don Mann, Ralph Pezzullo
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Thomas Crocker and SEAL Team Six are back for another adrenaline packed adventure from former SEAL commando Don Mann.
When a nuclear device goes missing, and surfaces in the clutches of known terrorists, the United States calls on its most prized anti-terrorism force: Navy SEAL Team Six . Thomas Crocker and his squad from HUNT THE WOLF are called into action, protecting the world from terrorist threats.
With the same real life insight and pulse pounding action he brought to INSIDE SEAL TEAM SIX and HUNT THE WOLF, Don Mann takes readers inside the most elite combat unit on the planet and on an action-packed ride that is sure to appeal to fans of Vince Flynn and Brad Thor.
pirates bound with TUFF-TIES at their wrists and ankles. “Where are the rest?” he asked. “At least two of them are holding the captain and his wife hostage.” “Where?” “In the captain’s dayroom, two decks up.” “Show me.” Ritchie led the way up the narrow steps. On the next deck they ran into Mancini, whose face was black with soot. Crocker asked, “What have we got?” “Five crew dead, another two injured, two survivors.” “How bad are the injured?” “One’s barely alive; had his head bashed
were behind him and his genitals exposed. A soldier stepped into view and hit the doctor across the face with a stick. His head snapped back, splashing blood across the wall and floor. Crocker had to restrain himself from busting through the window right then. He was shocked, offended, and knew he had to move fast—before Jabril was beaten to death, or his men executed or moved somewhere else. A peal of automatic-weapons fire went off in the distance. Crocker ducked below the window. He heard
consider destroying their own country.” Even though Crocker wanted to focus on his wife, he knew the UF6 was important and that Remington’s line of reasoning was unsound. “What about al-Qaeda?” he asked. “They don’t have a strong presence here. Besides, we keep them closely monitored.” “What if my team and I take a look around the Tajoura Nuclear Research Center?” “That’s not necessary. The center is inspected routinely by the IAEA.” Crocker said, “Is this about not wanting to question the
a severe-looking older man on the wall. Every room was dark and filled with shadows. The only light filtered down the stairway and through the curtain in front. The dogs had stopped barking, replaced by the birds chirping aggressively in the front room. Crocker turned to Akil and signaled “Go back and close the back door. Lock it.” Akil nodded and left. When he returned, Crocker pointed to a door under the stairway. They carefully opened it and found it led into a library/office. The walls
better at night, but the sour smell in the lobby was the same—cherry-scented disinfectant mixed with nicotine and mildew. They found Mancini seated on a bench facing the elevators, leafing through an old issue of Newsweek with Sarah Palin on the cover. “Where’s Salehi?” Crocker asked. Mancini set the magazine aside. “Still upstairs attending to his business.” Crocker abruptly shifted gears: “You talk to Davis recently?” Mancini: “Texted him five minutes ago. Still no news.” Crocker returned