Tenth, we think, in the outrageously vulgar Rogue Warrior series and the first solo effort by Commander Loose Cannon Marcinko in years (he usually writes with John Weisman). These are matchlessly blazing bomb-blasts, once based on now-retired Marcinko’s 30-year history in the US Navy and his Black Ops bloodlettings as a SEAL. All the realism of the original Rogue Warrior (1992) and Rogue Warrior II (1994) has long since morphed into trigger-happy dementia, stranglings, assassinations, and big knives sending bad guys to the boneyard. Even so, for many readers a lippy new Marcinko block of plastic explosive is a BFD (“Big Fucking Deal”). This time out, he’s got a new team of looters and shooters as he goes on a counterterrorist mission to chase down a missing nuke known to be aimed at a major American city. Before Marcinko gets his ear blown off and rises up blistered, beat to hell, scraped, and bruised, he’s found the travel-size 30-pound suitcase with the nuke in it but faces an anti-disturbance device inside that won’t let him disarm the f***ing world-ender.
Sleep well, America.
