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Zusatztext Praise for Shadow Ops: Control Point “ Black Hawk Down meets The X-Men .” —Peter V. Brett! international bestselling author of The Desert Spear “[A] mile-a-minute story of someone trying to find purpose in a war he never asked for.”—Jack Campbell! New York Times bestselling author of The Lost Fleet series “Very entertaining…The Magic 8 Ball says ‘will enjoy.’”—Mark Lawrence! author of King of Thorns “Hands down! the best military fantasy I’ve ever read.”—Ann Aguirre! national bestselling author of Endgame Informationen zum Autor As a security contractor, government civilian, and military officer, Myke Cole ’s career has run the gamut from counterterrorism to cyber warfare to federal law enforcement. He’s done three tours in Iraq and was recalled to serve during the Deepwater Horizon oil spill. He recently joined the cast of the TV show Hunted on CBS as part of an elite team of fugitive hunters. All that conflict can wear a guy out. Thank goodness for fantasy novels, comic books, late-night games of Dungeons & Dragons, and lots of angst-fueled writing. Myke is the author of Javelin Rain and Gemini Cell , prequels to his Shadow Ops novels, which include Breach Zone , Fortress Frontier , and Control Point . Klappentext The Great Reawakening did not come quietly. Across the country and in every nation, people began to develop terrifying powers-summoning storms, raising the dead, and setting everything they touch ablaze. Overnight the rules changed…but not for everyone. Colonel Alan Bookbinder is an army bureaucrat whose worst war wound is a paper-cut. But after he develops magical powers, he is torn from everything he knows and thrown onto the front-lines. Drafted into the Supernatural Operations Corps in a new and dangerous world, Bookbinder finds himself in command of Forward Operating Base Frontier-cut off, surrounded by monsters, and on the brink of being overrun. Now, he must find the will to lead the people of FOB Frontier out of hell, even if the one hope of salvation lies in teaming up with the man whose own magical powers put the base in such grave danger in the first place-Oscar Britton, public enemy number one…Bookbinder still burned with humiliation when he went for breakfast the next morning. He kept his eyes on the dirt floor of the chow hall, ashamed to meet anyone’s gaze. You’re being ridiculous , he screamed at himself. Hold your head up! But every look seemed to hold an accusation. The hot line was crowded, so Bookbinder headed for the cold food section, piling his tray with fruit amid the relative quiet. This is stupid. You want bacon and eggs. Go get on the damned hot line! I can’t bear to look at anyone right now. Besides, this will help me lose weight. You don’t need to lose weight, you fucking coward! Go get the breakfast you want! But while Bookbinder’s mind raged, his body moved with the same wooden rote that it had when he’d gone to his office after Taylor threatened him. He took a foam bowl off the stack, filled it with bran flakes that he didn’t even like, then opened the mini fridge to get a container of milk. But the mini fridge door didn’t budge. The unexpected resistance brought Bookbinder out of his reverie. He looked up to note that the fridge was locked and unplugged. A paper sign was taped to the front. NO MILK UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. Bookbinder had eaten in military DFACs his entire career. In all that time, none of them had ever run out of milk. He looked at the juice case. It was powered at least, but three quarters empty. Bookbinder turned to one of the goblin contractors wrestling a stack of cardboard boxes from behind the refrigerated cases. ‘What’s up here?’ he pointed at the fridge. The creature gave him a blank look, then tur...
