SEAL Team Six: No More #1

From the best-selling SEAL TEAM SIX series from CHUCK DIXON comes the spin-off fans have been waiting for! He is highly trained. His missions are classified. He is her best and last hope. When Randall ‘Flame’ O'Donnell is forced to leave the SEALs due to a traumatic head injury he received on a mission, he firmly believes his life to be over. Leaving the SEALs is painful and impossible; Flame is certain life cannot only never be the same, but he doesn't know how to live without them. Facing a lifetime as a nothing but a civilian, Flame finds himself considering things he never thought he would: like joining the private sector and getting a job. But this is no ordinary job. Partnering up with ex-CIA analyst and NSA agent Dana Morton, Flame finds himself reliving his SEAL days by becoming the muscle in an agency that investigates and protects. Although he worries that things will get boring, he quickly realizes that this job is anything but static. From the rescue mission of a German television crew, to the thwarting of multiple terrorist attacks in major American cities, Flame finds himself once again stoking the fires he thought were long dead. And having a gorgeous blonde partner doesn't exactly hurt! From Vietnam veteran and seasoned writer, Doug Murray, comes an epic tale of redemption and ass-kicking that digs deep into the psyche of a former SEAL whose glory days are far from over. Prologue from Dynamite's New eBook: SEAL TEAM SIX NO MORE: REKINDLED FLAME: Darkness surrounded Flame as he crouched with the front of his left shoulder just touching a wall of some kind, the familiar shape of an M4 cradled in his arms. Where the hell am I? he asked himself. What am I supposed to do? He shook his head—felt a familiar weight on it. Night vision! He fumbled for the boxy system, and pulled it down in front of his eyes. Now where’s that switch…? Something clicked under his questing fingers and everything changed. I’m in a big room of some kind. Flame studied the green-tinged one-dimensional reality that spread around him. Boxes and crates everywhere. He tapped the huge crate he’d thought was a wall. Big suckers… He shook his head. Supply dump, maybe... He glanced to his front. Looks like an access door up ahead there… He sensed movement somewhere behind him. Shit! Flame turned toward the movement, clicking off the safety of his M4 with automatic precision. Where did that come from? He strained eyes and ears for more information—anything that might tell him what he’d gotten himself into—but all he could hear was the hammering sound of rain hitting what must have been a metal roof. Any other subtler sound was all but inaudible against that cacophony. Flame stood completely still, eyes flicking from side to side, waiting for… What? Suddenly, he heard the familiar clatter of an AK-47 coming from somewhere behind him. Flame whirled toward the new sound, rifle barrel swiveling to bear. There was a flicker of movement. It came from that doorway! Flame raised the M4, aiming it at the doorjamb. As soon as the bastard sticks his head out to try again, I’ll take it off and… There was movement to his right as a tall, rather angular figure slid to a halt behind a large box of some kind. The figure waved to him… Re-Pete? The new arrival signaled to Flame that he was going to leapfrog forward and motioned for him to give covering fire. Flame reacted automatically, stroking the trigger of his M4 to produce carefully aimed three-round bursts.