



| Harold Chang: Congressional reporter, Washington Post. Journalist who broke open current “CadetGate” scandal. *** Continue to monitor as potential target of Aqaban Brigade terrorists. Captain Charles Whitter, USAF: Active duty with AFI and working with D.C. Bureau on apprehension of former wingman J. Sween. Avail leverage to operate. *** Continue soft surveillance until further notice. Cassie Carlisle: Australian National. Freelance photographer currently employed by National Geographic. Last known contact with J. Sween 10/7/08 in Mosul, Iraq. Former/current lover of subject. Confirmed to be in Bali, Indonesia. *** Soft contact for questioning at this time. AQABAN BRIGADE: Iranian Revolutionary Guard cells (Pasdaran) believed activated in mainland USA. Mission and identities unknown. Nine murders attributed to domestic cells under investigation. Seeking J. Sween/A. Kavalle for export/interrogation. Armed/highly dangerous. *** Capture for Interrogation by all means necessary. Termination acceptable. |
| Justin Sween: Retired Captain, USAF. Current status is Standby Reserve hardship for below the knee amputation. Employer is National Geographic: field guide. Last known whereabouts Amman, Jordan on 10/8/08. Considered armed/dangerous. Interactions with hostile foreign entities undetermined at this time. *** Capture for Interrogation by all means necessary. |
| Aferdita Kavalle: Counter-terrorism Analyst, NSA Middle East Bureau. Fluent in Arabic, Farsi, French, Albanian. AWA—believed to be in company of J. Sween. Last known whereabouts Milan, Italy on 10/9/08. Considered armed/dangerous. Interactions with hostile foreign entities undetermined at this time. *** Capture for Interrogation by all means necessary. |
| Excerpt |
| Click on the Image to read the entire Prologue |
| Prologue 17 September, 2007 northern Orientale Provence Democratic Republic of Congo It took extraordinary circumstances to make any healthy man break into a cold sweat while standing along the Equator, yet National Geographic field researcher Justin Sween could feel such a forewarning of danger saturate his sun-baked spine and arms. He did not dither if it was malaria or fear that had summoned this reaction; the cause had just materialized out of the blurring waves of heat that hovered the vast and open savannah spread before him. He slowly lowered his binoculars, pushed back his felt breezer hat from the thin bangs dangling his forehead, and retrieved the Weatherby Mark V safari rifle slung across his back. Through the scope of his weapon he confirmed that the hunting party was comprised of six horsemen crossing the arid plain single file at a leisurely pace. The group intermittently vanished in the haze of the horizon, with only the glint from their bandoleers, swords, or gun barrels betraying their progression. A corner of Sween’s upper lip darted upward as the crosshairs of his rifle locked onto the swathed head of one of the armed posse, then lilted, as his more tempered side reminded him that it was against company policy to shoot, let alone kill, even such a deserving target unless it a defensive measure of last resort. “Perhaps, you bastards, some other day,” he softly jeered, as the sporadic reflections of the relentless African sun finally rounded a distant hillside. He lowered his rifle and took in a few deep breaths, pausing to look up to a Long- tailed hawk gazing at him from atop the depleted branches of the areas lone cluster of sausage trees. “What difference does it make?” he questioned the studious bird while dousing his face and neck with water from his canteen. “They’ve already slaughtered everything in Garamba worth saving.” ...... |
| AnonymousSedition.com |
| A Novel by Jonathan Michael |
| Available NOW |
| AnonymousSedition.com |