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Title:
Razor's edge
Author:
Brown, Dale.
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Publication Information:
New York : Avon Books, [2003]

©2003
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435 pages ; 18 cm.
Language:
English
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ISBN:
9780060094393
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Book

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Summary

Summary

The weapon is codenamed "Razor"--the brainchild of the brilliant minds at Dreamland--a mobile chemical laser system with a range of 600 kilometers capable of downing anything that flies. The destruction of an American aircraft over northern Iraq suggests the inexplicable and unthinkable: a vengeful foe now possesses the lethal technology. It is fear that draws a retired warrior back to the battlefield, and sends Dreamland's best pilots to the skies to determine what the enemy has and to help take it away from him. But politics threatens to crush a covert engagement that must be won in the air and on the ground, unleashing a devastating rain of friendly fire that could ultimately annihilate a nation's champions ... and perhaps Dreamland itself.


Author Notes

Dale Brown was born on November 2, 1956 in Buffalo, New York. He graduated from Penn State University with a degree in Western European history, where he wrote a column for the University's newspaper, The Daily Collegian. He went on to freelance for computer magazines, such as Run and Compute's Gazette for Commodore.

He received an Air Force Commission in 1978 and while there, he received the Air Force Commendation Medal, the Combat Crew Medal and a Marksmanship Ribbon. He also wrote for several military base newspapers while he was still enlisted. He left the Air Force as a Captain and remains a multi-engine and instrument rated private pilot. He is a director and volunteer pilot for AirLifeLine, a nonprofit national medical transport for needy people who cannot afford to travel for medical attention.

He is the author of several series including Dale Brown's Dreamland and, Patrick McLanahan. Dreamland. His title Tiger's Claw made The New York Times Best Seller List for 2012.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Excerpts

Excerpts

Dale Brown's Dreamland: Razor's Edge Chapter One "Chee-Ya!" Incirlik Air Base, Turkey 26 May 1997 1653 (all times local) Torbin Dolk positioned his size thirteen boot atop the engine fairing for the F-4G Phantom Wild Weasel, then carefully levered himself from the boarding ladder to the aircraft, easing his weight onto the ancient metal like a kid testing lake ice after an early thaw. The metal had been designed to withstand pressures far greater than the bulky electronic warfare officer's weight, but he always climbed up gingerly. He wasn't so much afraid of breaking the plane as he was of somehow offending it, for if anything mechanical could be said to have a personality or even a soul, it was Glory B . The broad-shouldered Phantom was one of the last of her kind still on active duty in the Air Force, and in fact she had escaped orders to report as a target sled two weeks ago only because of some last minute paperwork snafu with the plane designated to take her place patrolling northern Iraq. She waited on the ramp in front of the hangar with her chin up proudly, no doubt recalling the first flight of her kind nearly forty years before. The F4H-1 that took off that bright May day in 1958 was a very different aircraft than Glory B --cocky where she was dignified, fidgety where she was staid. The F4H-1 was also a Navy asset, a fact Glory B with her USAF markings glossed over in her musings. The Phantom, for all its imperfections, surely qualified as one of the service's most successful airframes, a versatile jet that notched more hours in the sky than the sun. Torbin touched the glass of the raised canopy, patting it gently for good luck. Then he put his hands on his hips and looked down at the tarmac, where his pilot was proceeding with his walkaround. Captain Dolk had flown with Major Richard "Richie" Fitzmorris for nearly a month; during that time, Fitzmorris's preflight rituals had nearly doubled in length and rigor. Pretty soon he'd be counting brush strokes on the nose art. "Yo, Richie, we flying today?" yelled Torbin. Fitzmorris, who probably couldn't hear him, waved. The crew chief, standing a few feet behind the pilot, smirked, then ducked forward as Fitzmorris pointed at something below the right wing. Torbin lowered himself on his haunches atop the plane. His gaze drifted across the large airfield toward the F-16s they were to accompany, then to a pair of large C-5A transports and a fleet of trucks taking gear away. Torbin's mind drifted. His brother-in-law had recently offered to go partners in his construction business back home, and he was giving it serious thought. His career in the Air Force seemed to have come to a dead end, though that was largely his own fault. He'd come back to the Weasels two years ago even though he knew they were doomed to extinction. Life at the Pentagon had become boring beyond belief, and he'd wanted to go where the action was. Once the Phantom bit the dust, his options would be severely limited. "So we going or what?" said Fitzmorris, who'd managed to sneak up on him. The major's voice surprised him so much, Torbin didn't have a comeback. He dropped into the cockpit sheepishly, and hadn't even finished snugging his restraints when the pilot and ground crew began negotiating for power. The start cart on the tarmac revved up its turbine; a few moments later the Phantom's right engine cranked to life, its growl mimicking a tiger protecting his food. Glory B 's left engine kicked in and the plane shuddered against her brakes, Fitzmorris pushing power to about fourteen percent. Fuel flow nudged 500 pounds per minute. The indicators swung up green--good to go, boys, good to go. Glory B rocked expectantly as her two passengers worked through their checklists, making sure they were ready. Finally she loped forward, winking at the end-of-runway crew as she paused to have her missiles armed; she was so anxious, she almost refused to hold short when the pilot had to stop and run through another of his interminable checklists. Finally cleared, she roared into the sky after the F-16s, a proud mare chasing down her foals. Roughly an hour and a half later Glory B held her wings stiff as she bucked through turbulence deep in enemy territory. The area below belonged to Iraqi Kurds, who were currently engaged in a low-intensity, multidimensional war against not only Saddam Hussein's army, but themselves. Infighting between the various Kurdish factions had helped Saddam consolidate power in the northern mountains above the Euphrates. Though ostensibly forbidden to use force there by the decrees that ended the Gulf War, he was currently backing "his" Kurds against the others with light tanks and ground troops. The F-16s were on the lookout for helicopters; the Iraqis occasionally used them to attack villages sympathetic to the guerrillas. "You awake back there?" Fitzmorris asked. "Can't you hear me snoring, stick boy?" "Just don't play with the steering wheel," answered the pilot. It was an old joke--the G model of the Phantom featured a stick and flight controls in the rear cockpit. " Glory B , this is Falcon leader," the F-16 commander broke in. "We have some movement on the highway in box able-able-two. We're going to take a look." "Roger that," replied the pilot. Fitzmorris adjusted his course to take them farther east, following the fighters. As they swung south, their AWACS gave them an update--nothing hostile in the sky. Thirty seconds later an SA-2 icon blossomed in the right corner of the Plan Position Indicator at the center of Torbin's dash. In the quarter second it took his fingers to respond, his brain plotted the flicker of light against the mission brief ... Dale Brown's Dreamland: Razor's Edge . Copyright © by Dale Brown. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Razor's Edge by Dale Brown, Jim DeFelice All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.