Pro A's Books

[Pro A.]

Mach suggested I do this. Not only am I one of the senior writers and the chief columnist for NNow, but I am also a fiction writer. In my time, I have written 25 books, four novellas, and over 100 short stories. I would like to give you a basic taste of what I have written. Here is a list of all the books I've written. I will also give you a treat with the outline to my 26th novel, which is in the early rounds of production.


1999: Video Game Series Part One
Video Game Series Part Two

2000: Video Game Series Part Three
Video Game Series Part Four
Video Game Series Part Five
Terrorist Superpowers
SW Part One: Ghosts of the Past
SW Part Two: Games of Reciprocity

2001: SW Part Three: Consequences of the Future
The Red Devils
Hidden Agendas
Double-Edge


2002: Death's Shadow
Two more D.S. books that were used as reference points:
Death's Shadow II (scrapped)
Cocaine Espionage

2003: Cold Warriors
Death's Shadow II: Reunion
The New Apocalypse Part I
The Panama Triangle

2004: The New Apocalypse Part II
Ice and Diamonds
The New Apocalypse Part III
New Rules of the Game
The Last Gambit

[Pro A.]

Sorry for the double post, but this is easier. Here is the basic synopsis to The Last Gambit, my 26th novel.

Senior CIA Operative Michael Tobin receives a letter from the terrorist group SCAR, marking him for death for ruining two previous operations. Tobin responds to this by trying to break SCAR before they can get to him. The mission: destroy two of the regional cells covertly. Tobin will bring himself to the operation and flush out the people running the assassination and get rid of SCAR's top networks. SCAR sends their top assassin, code-named Odyssey, to eliminate Tobin on first sighting. The game begins. Tobin goes from Casablanca to Cairo to Bangkok to Tokyo to a showdown against the SCAR leader and the brilliant assassin.

Feel free to give me any comments you might have.

[Sendok]

^seems..."used" but id still read it

[Pro A.]

All the premises are used by now. I'd try to keep it entertaining nonetheless.

[Virtual]

Holy shit - 25 books?!

Have you made any serious money from it? If not, you should!

Good writing man.

[Pro A.]

In due time. The agencies are rejecting me for my age, so I must be getting close.

[r33hash]

I have now written two and a half short stories. I like to write, but i lose my patience. Basically because I do it when I have nothing else to do, and it's all actually written out.

[Pro A.]

You must have patience and you must read a lot and write a lot. Otherwise, you will fail.

[r33hash]

I read all the damn time. When you work in a toll booth for at least 3 hours a day, you tend to have to find something to do with your time. I even started writing an editorial for this site, or wherever. Just have to find time to type it onto the comp.

[Pro A.]

That's good. I encourage you to keep going. The more you read and the more diversely you read, the more you'll learn.

[r33hash]

I love the thriller books. The ticking time bomb ones, namely by Jeffery Deaver. I have read almost all of his books. I have read most of the Redwall series, and I have started reading the Left Behind series. Plus, the countless magazines I read as well. Its a nice escape.

[Pro A.]

I primarily read Clancy, King, Leonard, Dan Brown, Ludlum, Fleming, and a mix of others.

[r33hash]

Oh, I forgot about King. I read Salem's Lot, and am prolly going to start reading It next. That or Carrie.

[Pro A.]

Better try Carrie and Dead Zone first. It is notorious for scaring readers off.

[Pro A.]

The beginning to my current novella: Modern Russian Roulette

Mogadishu, Somalia; September 3, 1993

The missile flew from the Black Hawk helicopter. It destroyed the truck watching the gate. Six bodies went flying. None of them survived. Three Black Hawk helicopters flew overhead. The men inside the choppers had one simple goal. They needed to take three key members of Mohamed Farrah Aidid’s militia. They were rumored to be in a brick building that was just near the city limits. The pilots moved to about one hundred feet. The .50 gunners took position. The chain guns were ready to go. Master Sergeant Ray Matheson was in the lead helicopter. His unit was in position to drop the ropes. He told the left team to go ahead. They would have the sufficient cover fire to begin with. They would be okay. He wasn’t so sure about the right. He told them to hold off for another fifteen seconds and to wait.
They didn’t listen. They dropped the ropes and both units were going for it. The chopper came to a standstill and the men working the fifties went to work. Three men were watching the roof. All of them were armed with AK rifles. The chain gun exploded and cut them down. The bullets destroyed their bodies and left them a bloody mess. Matheson got one of his Corporals, a young pup named Jack Lusher, and three of his Privates down there first. Lusher would be able to handle the perimeter. It would be close to chaos, but that was the way it went sometimes. Lusher would be able to take care of any enemy fire. He had the M203 machine gun. One of the privates had an M60.
He remembered asking the Private if he could handle the gun because it had the heavy recoil. He insisted that he could. Matheson took his word for it. Everyone got off the chopper and Matheson was the last to drop. The chopper moved away and started to make the rounds from outside the target area. Matheson raised his M16. He was all set to go. He saw the other choppers drop their troops and move outside to the perimeter.
He made eye contact with his friend Scott Paulson. He was also a Master Sgt. He put two fingers to his nose and he waved towards the building, which was 150 meters from their current position. Scott Paulson had sandy brown hair and steel blue eyes. They were colder than an iceberg. There was talk that Paulson was interested in Force Recon. Matheson certainly believed he could do it. The man kept asking to do combat missions for the Special Operations teams. He didn’t know why he would consider doing something like that, but he wasn’t Paulson.
Paulson acknowledged the wave. He moved his men forward. He was carrying an M4 Carbine with IR sighting. He took cover behind one of the abandoned trucks. Matheson moved next to him. He nodded to the young Sergeant. Paulson nodded back and he looked at the situation. Three skinnies, or Somalians, or the ground floor. They were shooting their rifles through the windows. Matheson heard the guns clicking. They weren’t very good shots, which was a reprieve. The problem was with about six or seven of them they would eventually hit the mark. Matheson said, “How should we deal with them?”
“I got a team moving down the left flank,” he said.
“Near the dead trees?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Okay, that’s good. What else do we have?”
“That’s about it,” Paulson said. He moved out and he fired one round at a skinny that was on the second floor. The round was just a little low. He adjusted his aim. He fired a second round. The bullet took his heart and shot it to the wall. He stayed erect for two seconds. He fell to the ground. Blood was spewing out of his open wound. Matheson fired a quick burst from his M16. He wasn’t even close. The attacks from the skinnies were getting bolder.
Their aim was abysmal, but they did manage to graze a soldier in the arm. He wasn’t badly hurt. The round only hit the tip of his elbow. He grabbed his M16 with a little bit of cover fire coming in. Paulson shot down another skinny. He was hit through the head and he went flying. Two parts went flying. His body hit the floor a meter away. His head went six meters and slammed into the wall. Paulson saw the head explode and he gave a brief grin.
Paulson and Matheson met up with Devlin and Roscoe. They were leading the team from the third chopper. The third chopper was nearly clipped by AK fire on the rotor. Paulson said, “They have five skinnies on the roof,” he said.
“Okay. Good, good,” Matheson said. “I’ll team my chopper to take care of them. We need to secure this place and we need to do it before the targets manage to get out of here.”
Roscoe laughed. “They’re not going anywhere,” he said.
“Better hope not,” Paulson said.
Matheson took out his radio. “Chalk three, this is Roving Bird. We need to get rid of the skinnies on the roof. Request assistance ASAP.”
“Copy that, Roving Bird. Moving into position,” the pilot said.
The Black Hawk went down at a fifteen-degree angle. The front machine guns that were beneath the cockpit released around thirty rounds. The five men on the roof were taken care of. Their bodies were cut apart. Matheson thanked the pilot and he watched the left flank make their move.