Russia had learned the hard way the extremes these fanatics would go to . . . Ten years ago, Captain Yuri Shakirov stood in horror as young children were butchered by a hail of bullets from a group of Islamic extremists. As blood spattered the walls of this small Beslan school, Yuri’s greatest fear was that this tragedy would someday be repeated.
Now America would encounter these same crazed murderers….
All the terrorists needed was a place where they could descend, like the cowards they were, and strike terror into the heart of every American. An average middle school in California seemed the perfect soft target. The terrorists saw it and pounced. And Yuri was once again thrust into the line of fire.
Could Yuri find the strength to go through this nightmare again – he had to – it was his duty even though he was Russian.
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