Ratcliffe, Robert books

Red Hammer 1994

He simultaneously plucked a fresh Kleenex with his free hand to wipe his runny nose. “Hello,” he mumbled, half asleep, propping himself on one elbow. “Major Grant.” “Buck, get back to the base pronto. We’ve got an alert.” It was the duty officer from the squadron. “Ah, bullshit, give me a break,”...