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What “Reflexive Fire” is about

The Premise

Current events sometimes seem to make the basic premise behind my book seem obvious, but I hope not passe, not yet anyway.  My novel deals with a clash between the Old World Order and the New World Disorder.  On one hand we have the Old World Order, also known as the Anglo-American empire, the old money and old families of the United States and Europe.  These are the controllers behind groups like the Counsel on Foreign Relations, Bohemian Grove, Skull and Bones, The Federal Reserve, and others.  They’ve been playing their geo-political games, pitting nations and ethnic groups against each other for hundreds of years.  Playing The Great Game as determined by the Old Rules.

The New World Disorder has been ramping up since the 1990’s, after the end of the Cold War.  The old order began to break down, accelerated by 9/11.  The current revolutions underway, spreading from Tunisia, to Egypt, to the rest of the Arab world are the perfect example of this.  We are entering an era of ungovernability, an era in which the very idea of the nation-state is becoming obsolete.  Moving in to fill the void will be terrorists, drug cartels, militias, mercenaries, trans-national corporations, and others.  On the other hand, decent people will also carve our their own niches, creating something positive as well.  Much of this was perfectly summarized by Robert J. Bunker as far back as 1996, in his article about Fourth Epoch War.  In other words, the State has begun to lose it’s monopoly on violence.

The premise of my novel comes from the conflict between these two global systems.  The new threatens to destroy the old.  The old centers of power are now at risk of losing control to a type of technological decentralization that is really viral in nature.  What would the old establishment do to prevent this from happening?  How far would they go to maintain their stranglehold on power?  In “Reflexive Fire” a small group of the Super-Elite form a coalition to prevent this from happening.  They prepare to institute their own Final Solution to take complete control over the world, forever.

Smedley Butler

General Smedley Butler was a genuine American hero, having been awarded two metals of honor.  After retirement, Butler was approached by a group representing certain Wall Street interests.  They were plotting a fascist coup here in the United States and wanted him to lead a 500,000 strong Army of World War I veterans to overthrow FDR.  Butler wisely played along until he could learn more about the conspiracy before blowing the whistle on the entire plot via a radio broadcast and testifying before Congress.

This got me thinking, what if a coup like this were being planned today, but on a global scale?  How would it be done?  Would someone like Smedley Butler be approached to lead it as before?


In my novel such a plot does exist, in the form of a massive de-population scheme.  The protagonist, a freelancer named Deckard, is approached by the Elite to lead their mercenary Army, carrying out combat operations as the world slips into their manufactured apocalypse.  But Deckard has other ideas for what his battalion of mercenaries will be used for, even as his paymasters send them around the globe in bids to consolidate their power before a massive extinction is to take place.

More later….


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Well, I’ve taken the novel through the first edit, added some needed scenes, subtracted some redundant useless crap, and formatted it into a manuscript.  Now it’s off the the proof reader.  If anyone has any interest in beta-reading the book before it’s published please feel free to contact me.  I’m always interested in outside opinions, the more the better.  I don’t discriminate, I value the opinion of a ex-Army Colonel right alongside a stay at home mom.  This isn’t intended to be an elitist military only novel.

In the mean time, I will continue tweaking the novel before I do the final revision when the proof reader and any beta-readers give me their comments.  I will be re-doing large portions of this blog as well, and maybe doing an actual website for the book as opposed to just a blog site.

Thanks again to any readers out there!

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First Draft is in the bag

One milestone down.  I finished up working on the epilogue tonight.  “Reflexive Fire” stands at about 110,000 words at the moment.  Supposedly, this is a pretty good size for a novel.  We’ll see what happens in the end, I have scenes that need to be added and subtracted.  I gave the prologue the once over tonight and will continue editing.  Revisions will be posted as I finish them for readers to sample.  Thanks again everybody!

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Chapter Nineteen online

Nothing much surprised Deckard as of late.

Richie had worked fast, cutting into bunker six with the thermic lance, the horsepower provided by a dump truck they found on the base helped them pry open the doors the rest of the way.

Inside were three Mk174 tactical nuclear weapons of the type that had become almost legendary in intelligence circles. The United States and Russia were the only two nations to have successfully miniaturized nuclear weapons to the extent that they could be carried in a suit case. They were the prized possession of both country’s nuclear arsenal.

Such weapons could be smuggled into a enemy country via commercial air travel or even strapped to a military free fall parachutists to deliver to a key target. These three were the latest models, with a yield of twelve kilotons a piece.

A military base run by mercenaries. Black project spy planes. Suitcase nuclear weapons.

The Counsel of Three that owned a controlling interest in Samruk, and in Deckard, also owned the United States government, National Security Counsel and all.

Their cargo boat bobbed and dipped in the ocean as heavy lines were thrown down to them from the stern of the super liner. Samruk’s mercenaries grabbed up the ropes and secured them to hard points along the side of the ship, mooring the two vessels together.

As this was done Deckard ordered the nukes rolled off the side of the ship.

They had been his best shot at using a Trojan horse to get close to the super liner and since he wasn’t coming under fire from the two destroyers, it appeared to have worked. The nukes themselves were in hard cases with multiple redundant systems. They would be safest at the bottom of the ocean until the US Navy could recover them at a later date. There was no way he was going to risk having them fall back into enemy hands.

Deckard watches the three metal cases splash and slip into the dark waters.

His men fired several stunted, suppressed gunshots, killing members of the super liner’s receiving party.

It was time to go to work.

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Chapter Eighteen online

Adam was still trying to piece together what he was seeing. It looked like something literally out of this world. Roughly triangular shaped, it resembled a black porpoise designed for aerial flight. The nose of the aircraft, where the cockpit was located, was slightly bulbous, and tiny wings swept out on each side. I certainly didn’t look like anything designed for use by human pilots.

“What is it?”

“The result of a thirteen billion dollar no-bid contract,” Deckard answered. “The Air Force’s last manned spy plane.”


Deckard held up a finger a someone began transmitting over their radio frequency.

“-objective Hammerhead secure,” A German accented voice said over the net.

“Kurt took down the control tower,” Deckard said to no one in particular.

Another hiss of static came over the hand mike.

“-Objective White is secure.”

“This is Six,” Deckard responded. “Where is it?”

“Bunker number two.”

“Prep it for demolition immediately. I want a ETA as soon as possible.”


Deckard released the hand mic and took a deep breath.

“They found the virus’ catalyst,” Adam said voicing their thoughts.

Samruk’s commander nodded, a wave of relief washing over him.

“And this thing?” the intel specialist said pointing towards Aurora.

“Obviously they are planning on a war with whoever is left after their depopulation holocaust is complete. Looks like we pretty much fucked up that part of their plan already.”

Deckard craned his neck looking around.

“What is it?”

“They probably have the strategic bombers and attack helicopters in another hanger.”

“But what is the purpose behind Aurora?” Adam asked. “I worked in intel and I never even heard of this thing.”

“You’ve seen the high resolution pictures it took, you were just told they came from spy satellites to help keep the project compartmentalized. This baby was developed about ten years ago to help fill in the black spots not covered by our satellite network. Also, as you know, those satellite orbits are monitored and highly predicable. Training areas get sanitized and sensitive equipment gets stored under over head cover when US spy satellites come in for a look so they built Aurora as a counter.”

“I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“That’s because their isn’t anything else like it anywhere. It actually functions in contrary of several known laws of physics. Conventional scientists would never believe it exists which has helped keep it secret. Aurora operates in the mesophere where there is extremely little oxygen and nearly all anti-missile and anti-aircraft systems are ineffective. Aurora exploits this defensive gap by utilizing a plasma funnel in front of the intake valves to increase the intake of air.”


“That’s what I said. This is a spy plane but theoretically other models could deliver nuclear or other hyper velocity weapons on targets, that or drop out of orbit to put a free fall team over enemy territory.”

“And you know this how?”

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Chapter Sixteen online

Footsteps echoed across the floor, reverberating through empty space.

Obsidian was inlaid into the marble floor forming a black sun wheel, stylized rays of dark light branching out from the center.

Situated in the center of the underground compound, the black sun formed the most ancient of archetypes.

The void of creation.

Hieronymus crossed over the antediluvian symbol, a single pillar of light shining down from the oculas and reflecting off ebony rock. The circular room was cloistered with various pillars, each a different style, originating from ages long forgotten. Some of the pillars were carytids, shaped in human and non-human forms. They were idealizations of man throughout the millennia, others were of creatures from before recorded time. The imagery was buried deep in the sub conscience of man and known to make the uninitiated ill with just a glimpse of their visages.

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Chapter Fifteen online

Deckard punched a button on the keyboard and another video popped up. This one showed the CEO on the phone in his office. Overlaid on the video was the voice on the other end of the phone, taken from a separate tap on the line. The voice was unmistakeable, it belonged to the president of Kazakhstan.

They were talking about liquidating the Kazakh national bank and turning the reigns over to shareholders in the United States.

“I’ve got it all Kareem,” Deckard said pausing the video. “Hard evidence. Government collusion with Samruk’s corporate leaders to assassinate bankers and journalists who are not on board with your program. Selling Kazakh mineral wealth to European nations dirt cheap in exchange for kickbacks. Funny money Washington Consensus loans with the IMF. Plans to eliminate ethnic minorities so you can build a new oil pipeline. I’ve got it all.”

The Ministry of Justice official looked like he was about the be ill.

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Something like this:

Super rough draft, but the mock up gives you the basic idea.  What do you think?

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Cover shot: take one




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Chapter Fourteen online

It had been a long plane ride home, the longest of Deckard’s life, sitting alongside the body bags. They had finally touched down in Kazakhstan an hour ago. Most of the troops were on their way back to the compound to hit the newly installed showers and then rack out in the bunks.

As the chaos swirled around him in the emergency area’s waiting room he felt it again, the crushing feeling that hung over his head. He had never lied to himself about who he was or what he did. Deckard liked war, loved it occasionally. Combat was the only time you ever saw people for who they truly are, a place where any one can be a hero or a coward, or both at the same time. War was the only time you saw the world for what it really was.

With societal constructs removed the truth became apparent, obvious even. Compared to war, any other job was just punching a time card.

He intrinsically understood that the mercenaries he commanded were grown men who had made their own decision, freely and with full knowledge of potential consequences. They hedged their bets because the pay was good, or signed up looking for some action after their military career. When you play big boy games you play by big boy rules, and any one of them could have been the guy coming home as a corpse.

Somehow that didn’t make him feel any better.

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