"Terrorist are planning an attack that could kill thousands"
Reviewed by Shellie Surles
Posted December 22, 2014
Thriller Political | Thriller
John Cann and Katherine Price are invited by a friend to
attend the Monaco Grand Prix and wind up helping discover
terrorist plot to disperse Sarin gas at the event. There
an Iranian sponsored WMD attack planned for the event and
now everything that can be done must be to stop thousands
from death. The authorities must discover who the suicide
bombers are before they accomplish their mission.
As the authorities get closer to discovering the truth,
Katherine finds herself in the wrong place and gets taken
the terrorist. Now John will stop at nothing to find her
and ensure the woman he loves lives to marry him.
SOVEREIGN ORDER is a nonstop thriller. James Macomber
a great combination of strong characters, among exciting
backdrops with nonstop action. He is not afraid to blow a
few things up and give a minor body count to make the
Terrorists from all over the world. Sarin gas from Syrian
stockpiles. Innocents gathered for a revered sporting
all unaware of the horrific attack about to be launched.
â€śSovereign Orderâ€ť, is an international thriller about an
Iranian-sponosred WMD attack on Monaco and the 100,000
people in attendance at the Monaco Grand Prix.
The sublimely evil villain is Rashid al-Nassef, long
dead but actually living under Iranian protection, After
several years of chafing in his â€śvelvet prisonâ€ť he
the go-ahead to launch what will be the most destructive
horrific terrorist attack in history.
The assault is multi-leveled in both its substance and in
its actors. The â€śmartyrsâ€ť who will execute the plan come
from many places; a Bosnian youth designated by al-Nassef
set off the first in a series of assaults, the young
woman whose fanaticism as a Christian leads her to seek
love of Mohammed, the tyrannical and abusive Albanian
and his wife and child who will effect the diversionary
explosion on the day of the race, the Scots lawyer
into Islam as a youth, and finally, al-Nassef himself who
will unleash the final act of horror that will leave the
Principality of Monaco unlivable for decades to come.
The novel features John Cann and Katherine Price, senior
partners in a Washington DC law firm with strong ties to
intelligence community â€” as do John and Katherine in
own pasts: John in the military sphere, Katherine in
civilian counter-terror. John is in all the books and
Katherine Price was introduced in the third Macomber
â€śA Grave Breachâ€ť where she ended up being the hero of
dual plots in that book. As intended but also by popular
demand, she and John have finally â€śgotten togetherâ€ť and
â€śSovereign Orderâ€ť, they travel to the Monaco Grand Prix
an engagement present from a principal of one of the
and find themselves at risk of losing everything when
face off against the horrific combined-WMD attack on the
â€ścrown jewel of world formula racingâ€ť.
The young Bosnian was named Mirko Zubak. He had had not
been told what the
target was to be but he did know his act of martyrdom
would be by â€śsacred
explosionâ€ť. Heâ€™d done what preparation he could before
leaving Bosnia such
as paying off his debts and forgiving others their
him. But the suddenness of his call was disconcerting.
Heâ€™d expected, as was
the norm, to have days, perhaps more, prior to his act to
Heâ€™d put aside his cigarettes only the night before and
had declined to eat
anything then and this morning to purify himself as best
he could under this
accelerated plan. But the Imam had assured him that the
be known to Allah and his sacrifice accepted.
Zubak was determined to quietly and stoically accept the
orders of his
leader, Rashid al-Nassef, and the guidance of the Imam.
But even in the
face of al-Nassefâ€™s undisguised annoyance, the young
insisted that he be allowed to make his videotape
testament. The camera was
set up and Zubak recited verses from the Koran, spoke of
nature of his act, extolled the virtues and necessity of
jihad and exhorted
others to follow his example. When he was finished, he
went to be fitted
with the instrument of his â€śsacred explosionâ€ť.
Given the asymmetric nature of terrorism, most â€śsuicide
vestsâ€ť are simple
devices made from readily available materials. A common
combination is hydrogen peroxide, often used as a
disinfectant or to bleach
hair, for example, and acetone, used in various products,
nail polish, for
one. Together they form an explosive compound called
acetone peroxide. While
its availability and economy are a positive, it is an
which can and often does explode while being compressed or
Less unstable and also widely used is a compound called
ammonal â€” ammonia
nitrate and coal or aluminum powder. It will not detonate
of its own accord
and needs an initiator (often a small quantity of acetone
peroxide) but it
too fits the needs and limitations of terrorist cells
lacking the resources
to obtain stronger, more sophisticated explosives.
For this project, though, al-Nassef had virtually
unlimited resources and so
the vest prepared for Mirko Zubak contained the much less
but far more sophisticated C4, a relatively stable plastic
the consistency of modeling clay which allows it to be
shaped as desired. In
this case, it was packed in rectangular shaped pockets
inside a thin nylon
vest. Five kilograms of it. Approximately 11 pounds. A
C4 also requires an initiator and in that respect as well
al-Nassef went top
shelf using a Belarus-made IED â€” not the â€śimprovised
referred to so often in the present day but rather an
electrical detonatorâ€ť that initiates the C4 within
milliseconds of being
activated. When that happens, the C4 decomposes into
gasses which expand at
over 25,000 feet per second and reach temperatures in
excess of 1,000
degrees. Normal atmospheric pressure on the human body is
pounds per square inch. The force of this blast in the
would be 1.5 tons per square inch.
Just after 10:00 AM, al-Nassef led Zubak to the target
along a slightly
different route than the one he had taken the day before.
As they came out
of the Quattro Marzo opposite the Piazza San Giovanni and
Zubak hesitated at the sight of two yellow school buses
parked along the Via
XX Settembre just in front of the church. The buses were
empty. That meant
the children were inside.
Al-Nassef had explained the plan to Zubak only minutes
before they left
Cottolengo. Zubak was to go up the stairs and into the
cathedral and go left
to where there was a souvenir shop by the replica of the
Holy Shroud. There
were frequently visitors standing and watching it but the
al-Nassef had given the young Bosnian for this particular
target was that it
struck a blow at what was essentially the soul of Torino.
questioned the propriety of an attack on Jesus whom Islam
revered as a
prophet if not as the Messiah. But al-Nassef had rejected
the concern by
recalling to him the Hadith prohibition on depictions of
the major prophets
and explaining that they were not striking the actual
Jesus, only an image â€”
one which was a replica in any event.
Looking across the piazza, Zubak shook his head. â€śNot the
children. I will
not meet Allah with that shame on me.â€ť
Al-Nassef wondered if these objections were a sign that
the boy was losing
his nerve. He started to order the young man to proceed
but thought better
of it. He did not need to bring any attention to them and
a few more moments
would not matter. He nodded his assent.
After about ten minutes, the center doors at the top of
the stairs opened
and a procession of about eighty children accompanied by
teachers and aides
emerged. The adults herded the children together and began
to count and
arrange them prior to reboarding the buses.
Al-Nassef put his hand on Zubakâ€™s shoulder and the young
man looked at him.
Al-Nassef nodded. The Bosnian returned the gesture, then
put his hand into
the pocket that contained the detonator and stepped off.
a little way back up the Quattro Marzo and around a corner
of the municipal
building and watched as Zubak crossed the piazza to the
The teachers had the children fairly well assembled,
crowded together in
pairs, holding hands, about to get on the buses. The
squeaks and squeals of
their young voices drowned out the other sounds in the
Zubak was still about ten meters from the bottom of the
steps to the
cathedral and right alongside the children when al-Nassef
duplicate detonator he had in his own pocket."
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