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J. Robert Kennedy

• Herausgeber: J. Robert Kennedy
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

USA TODAY and BARNES & NOBLE #1 BESTSELLING AUTHOR • “A MASTER STORYTELLER” • OVER 800,000 BOOKS SOLD • OVER 3,000 FIVE STAR REVIEWSONE OF THEIR OWN IS DEAD.NOW IT’S TIME FOR REVENGE.On a mission to rescue a young American woman held by ISIS as a sex slave, one of the Delta Force’s Bravo Team is killed, betrayed by a mole within the Unit. As the team reels from the loss, the CIA presses hard to find the young woman and give the team a second chance to fulfill their mission.And seek revenge for the death of their comrade.Torn from today’s headlines, USA Today bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy’s Forgotten confronts one of the greatest tragedies of our time—the massive, systematic rape of thousands of innocent young girls, and the misguided American women desperate to join the perpetrators. A non-stop action-packed thrill ride, Forgotten is filled with humor, tragedy, romance and hope, with an intensity only Kennedy can deliver. 

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Forgotten

A Delta Force Unleashed Thriller

by

J. Robert Kennedy

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“One of the best writers today.” (Johnny Olsen)

“A master storyteller.” (Betty Richard)

ONE OF THEIR OWN IS DEAD.

NOW IT’S TIME FOR REVENGE.

On a mission to rescue a young American woman held by ISIS as a sex slave, one of the Delta Force’s Bravo Team is killed, betrayed by a mole within the Unit. As the team reels from the loss, the CIA presses hard to find the young woman and give the team a second chance to fulfill their mission.

And seek revenge for the death of their comrade.

Torn from today’s headlines, USA Today bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy’s Forgotten confronts one of the greatest tragedies of our time—the massive, systematic rape of thousands of innocent young girls, and the misguided American women desperate to join the perpetrators. A non-stop action-packed thrill ride, Forgotten is filled with humor, tragedy, romance and hope, with an intensity only Kennedy can deliver.

About J. Robert Kennedy

With over 800,000 books sold and over 3000 five-star reviews, USA Today bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy has been ranked by Amazon as the #1 Bestselling Action Adventure novelist based upon combined sales. He is the author of over thirty international bestsellers including the smash hit James Acton Thrillers. He lives with his wife and daughter and writes full-time.

"A master storyteller." — Betty Richard

"A writer who tells what we are thinking but sometimes afraid to say." — Bruce Ford

"Kennedy kicks ass in this genre." — David Mavity

"One of the best writers today." — Johnny Olsen

"If you want fast and furious, if you can cope with a high body count, most of all if you like to be hugely entertained, then you can't do much better than J Robert Kennedy." — Amazon Vine Voice Reviewer

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The Delta Force Unleashed Thrillers

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Table of Contents

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Table of Contents

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“[Successful are the believers] who guard their chastity, except from their wives or (the captives and slaves) that their right hands possess, for then they are free from blame.”

Koran 23:5-6

“There is no dispute among the scholars that it is permissible to capture unbelieving women [who are characterized by] original unbelief [kufr asli], such as the kitabiyat [women from among the People of the Book, i.e. Jews and Christians] and polytheists.”

Pamphlet entitled: Questions and Answers on Taking Captives and Slaves

Preface

This book deals with the very sickening reality facing thousands of young women in ISIS-controlled territory—life as a sex slave. While this book does not delve into graphic sexual detail—I don’t think any of us need to suffer through those images—it does deal with the fact this is actually occurring, on a scale unprecedented in modern human history.

It is estimated at least 3000 young women, some just girls as young as eight, are being systematically raped by ISIS soldiers and supporters, with some estimates as high as 25,000. Auctions to sell them off are held on a regular basis, with the younger girls fetching a higher price. ISIS has even issued a manual outlining the rules for owning sex slaves, an officially endorsed practice condoned by the Koran.

This is ridiculous, yet is rarely spoken about, perhaps because the vast majority of victims are Yazidis, and the perpetrators are Muslim, a group the media and too many government administrations have for some reason chosen to forgive when it comes to transgressions like these. If it were Russians raping thousands of women on a constant basis, would it be ignored? Or Chinese? Or what if it were Jews?

I think not.

This book’s subject matter should enrage you.

I know writing it did me.

1

ISIS Held Territory Outside Thawrah, Syria

“Dude, you weigh a ton!”

“I’m the way my momma made me.”

Sergeant Carl “Niner” Sung grunted as he helped the muscled frame of his buddy, Sergeant Leon “Atlas” James, toward the Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk that had just touched down. Gunfire peppered the area, several rounds pinging off the reinforced skin of the chopper as mortar rounds slammed into the ground around them. This entire mission had been a Charlie-Foxtrot, and now Atlas had taken a round to the ass, something Niner intended to tease him mercilessly about over the coming days.

To say this mission was a mess was an understatement, though they were Bravo Team, part of what the public liked to call Delta Force, officially known as 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment—Delta. They were the best America had to offer, the highest trained Special Forces in the world, sent where their country needed them, usually with the public never knowing what they had done.

Except for those Chuck Norris movies. Awesome!

He looked up as another Apache helicopter passed overhead, its weapons pods opening up on the approaching enemy, but there were too many. The city they had been in was an armed camp, and it appeared everyone had decided to get in on the fun.

“RPG!”

Niner spun toward where Sergeant Will “Spock” Lightman was pointing, and cursed, the rocket-propelled grenade streaking toward them in a lazy sideways arc. “Oh shit! Let’s move!” He shoved Atlas into the chopper, two of the crew hauling him inside, he and Spock following. Niner turned, urging their lead on the mission, Master Sergeant Mike “Red” Belme, forward. It felt like slow motion, but Red pushed toward the helicopter, his legs pumping, hunched over as gunfire continued to streak across the battlefield.

The grenade hit.

The explosion was massive, knocking Niner backward, his head smacking on the metal floor of the Black Hawk’s cabin. He shook his head, disoriented for a moment, then jumped back up. “Red!” The chopper lifted off and Niner rushed toward the open door. “We have to go back!”

The pilot glanced over his shoulder. “Negative. The position is overrun. We go back, we all die.”

Niner stood in the doorway, peering through the dust and debris from the explosion, dozens of ISIS fighters swarming their former position.

And closed his eyes as he spotted the body of his friend in a twisted heap, surrounded by the enemy.

Dead.

2

Todd Residence Queens, New York City, New York One Week Earlier

“You’re a fool!”

Mary Todd glared at her father. “Yeah, well you’re an old fool!”

“Don’t you dare talk to your father that way!”

Mary redirected her aim at her mother. “Christ, Mom, you always take his side!”

“You obviously haven’t been paying attention, then, dear.”

Mary’s dad grunted. “She clearly hasn’t been paying attention to anything I’ve been saying, or to the news.”

She leaned forward, her head jutting out, her chin extended, her fists clenched in frustration. “But I have been! That’s exactly why I’m going! Don’t you see? I have to do something. I can’t just sit by and wait for some news report that might never come! Somebody has to do something about it!”

Her mother clasped her hands in front of her mouth. “But why you, sweetie? Why do you have to be the one? Let a man do it!”

Mary’s jaw dropped, her eyes bulging. “I can’t believe you just said that! I thought you were a feminist! Always telling me there’s nothing a man can do that a woman can’t do just as well. Now you’re telling me to let a man do it! Are you kidding me?”

Her mother’s hands dropped to her waist, still clasped together. “This is different, honey! I can’t believe you can’t see that!”

“Oh, I see it perfectly well. All that talk of me going places and accomplishing great things was just BS. If Bobby was going, you wouldn’t try to talk him out of it!”

Her mother’s mouth opened wide for a moment before words erupted. “Of course we would! But that’s different.”

“Why? Because he’s a boy and I’m just a girl?”

“Exactly!” Her father threw his arms up. “My God, I thought I raised an intelligent young woman, but you’re acting like a naïve little moron! You want to fly to Turkey, sneak across the border into ISIS held territory, and try to find proof that your friends were kidnapped and sold as sex slaves, rather than let the government handle it! How stupid do you have to be to not realize that if you get caught, you’ll become a sex slave yourself?”

“I’ll never let that happen.”

Her father spun on his heel, heading toward her bedroom door before spinning again. “And just how are you going to stop it?”

“What? I’m not strong enough? I’m a black belt in karate!”

“A hell of a lot of good that will do! They have guns and you’ll be just one person.”

“I’ll go with her.”

“Bobby!” Mary leaped from the edge of her bed and hugged her brother, not having heard him arrive home.

Their father jabbed a finger at them. “No, under no circumstances are you going. And neither is your sister.”

Mary smiled up at her brother, squeezing him tight. She turned to her father. “We’re both adults. We can do what we want, and you can’t stop us.”

“If you go then don’t come back! You’ll no longer be welcome in this house! If you’re going to throw away the life we gave you, then you aren’t the children we thought we had.”

“William!”

Her father held up a hand, silencing her mother. “I mean it! You go out that door, you’re cut off!”

“Fine! I don’t care. You’re always saying we’re broke, so we’ll leave and save you some money. You’ve always said we should earn our own way, so we will. After today you won’t have to worry about supporting us anymore.” She glared at her father, her chest heaving.

Her brother’s calm voice broke the stunned silence. “Okay, how about everyone take a deep breath and calm down. Mary’s right, Dad, we’re both adults. She’s going to go and try to help her friends. I’m going to go to try and protect her. I’ve got some money saved. Everything works on bribes over there, so we’ll be okay.”

Her father grunted and headed for the door. “You’re both morons.”

“Daddy!”

Her father stopped, always having a soft spot for her when she called him “Daddy” instead of “Dad”.

“Please, can I have a hug before I leave?”

Her mother rushed forward, grabbing them both and squeezing hard, her shoulders racked with sobs. “Oh God, please be careful!”

She stared past her mother at her father, who watched them over his shoulder, his back still facing them. He glared at Bobby then left the room, heading toward his den. She broke free of her mother and stepped into the hall, her voice cracking. “Daddy!”

But he didn’t stop. His shoulders shook and she heard a stifled sob escape as the door to his sanctuary closed.

Her mother joined her in the hall, taking her arm. “You’ll have to forgive your father. You know what he’s like.”

She sniffed hard, squaring her shoulders as she searched for her resolve, shaken by the knowledge she had genuinely hurt her father. “Well, if he doesn’t want to say goodbye, then that’s his choice. I could die out there, and he’ll have to live with the fact that our last conversation was a fight where he refused to even give his daughter a hug.”

“Mary!”

Her stomach flipped at the venom in her own voice, it shocking not just her mother. She stepped back in her bedroom and grabbed her backpack, jammed with everything she figured she would need for her trip. She gave her mother one final hug then turned to Bobby. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

He nodded. “Somebody has to look out for you. Let’s go to my place and grab some things.” He gave his mother a hug. “Love you, Mom. And tell Dad we forgive him.”

Mary glared at Bobby for a moment then sighed. “Fine.” She took one final look at her room, the only home she really remembered.

And was overwhelmed with a sense she’d never see it again.

3

Turkish-Syrian Border Three days later

Bobby shivered in the cold of the night. They had been hiding for more than an hour, the instructions his sister had received before leaving New York telling them to wait at these GPS coordinates for their contact to arrive. How she had received these instructions had been a source of constant frustration for him. He was desperate to know who had told her to come here, and she stubbornly refused to tell him. It had been a sore point between them since they had arrived.