Infidels

FROM USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR J. ROBERT KENNEDY

ISLAM’S HOLIEST RELIC IS STOLEN.

AMERICA IS BLAMED.

CHAOS ERUPTS.

When the elite Delta Force’s Bravo Team is inserted into Yemen to rescue a kidnapped Saudi prince, they find more than they bargained for—a crate containing the Black Stone, stolen from Mecca the day before. Requesting instructions on how to proceed, they find themselves cut off and disavowed, left to survive with nothing but each other to rely upon.

With the worldwide Muslim population erupting in violence at the news of the theft by infidels, Bravo Team desperately tries to return the relic they are accused of stealing, relying on the help of friends who defy the orders of their government. Colonel Clancy, the CIA’s Dylan Kane and Chris Leroux, as well as Professors James Acton and Laura Palmer, all join forces to save America’s heroes after their country abandons them.

For should they fail, all-out war could be inevitable.

From USA Today bestselling author J. Robert Kennedy comes
Infidels
, a heart-pounding thrill ride sure to keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page. Filled with action, humor, romance and heartbreak, prepare to be emotionally exhausted after finishing this provocative, controversial thriller.

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Glory to (Allah) Who did take His Servant for a Journey by night
from the Sacred Mosque to the Farthest Mosque, whose precincts We did bless, -
in order that We might show him some of Our Signs: for He is the One Who
heareth and seeth (all things).

Koran 17:1

Narrated Abu Dhar: I said, “O Allah’s Apostle! Which mosque was
first built on the surface of the earth?” He said, “Al-Masjid-ul-,Haram (in
Mecca).” I said, “Which was built next?” He replied “The mosque of Al-Aqsa (in
Jerusalem).” I said, “What was the period of construction between the two?” He
said, “Forty years.” He added, “Wherever (you may be, and) the prayer time
becomes due, perform the prayer there, for the best thing is to do so (i.e. to
offer the prayers in time).”

Hadith 4:585

On September 30
^th
, 2005, the Jyllands-Posten, a Danish
newspaper, published twelve cartoons, mostly of the Prophet Mohammad. They
claimed it was an attempt to contribute to the debate surrounding criticism of
Islam and self-censorship.

Never
could they have imagined what would happen next.

The
controversy may have gone mostly unnoticed if it were not for the fact a group
of Danish Imams put together a 43-page dossier about the cartoons, perceived
injustices and insults, and several factually incorrect allegations. They then
toured the Middle East, handing copies of this dossier to anyone who would take
it. It’s hardly surprising that protests began soon after.

Violent
protests erupted in many Muslim dominated countries, but they weren’t limited
to these nations. Protests were held in the United States, United Kingdom,
Canada, Australia and many others.

In the
end over 200 people were killed, including Christians specifically targeted
because of their religion.

In time
the protests died down, yet the violence never ended. There have been multiple
attacks and attempted assassinations against those involved, and then of course
there were the Paris attacks in January 2015 over another set of cartoons.

If
millions protested around the world over cartoons, if hundreds died over
cartoons, how many would die if something truly egregious were done that
offended the Religion of Peace?

What
would happen if the most holy relic in all of Islam were stolen?

And
blamed on America’s most elite of soldiers.

The
Delta Force.

What follows is a work of fiction, not commentary. The topics
discussed in this novel are inflammatory, emotional and all too real. If you
are easily offended by fictional characters expressing anti-Islamic views, or
by fictional events portraying Islam in a negative fashion, be forewarned you
will most likely be upset by what you are about to read. The views of a
character are not necessarily those of the author.

Assistance Publique Hôpitaux de Paris, Paris, France

“She seems to be doing well.”

Command
Sergeant Major Burt “Big Dog” Dawson nodded as he stepped on the hospital elevator
with his girlfriend, Maggie Harris, the car filled to capacity. Just as the
doors were about to close a man rushed up, squeezing himself inside, much to
the annoyance of those already aboard.

Dawson
gave him the once over, the man Middle Eastern which unfortunately in his line
of work as a Delta Force operator meant he deserved a second look, profiling
perhaps not politically correct, but a necessary and effective tool.

Even if
he was on vacation.

He and
Maggie had been dating now for over a year, and after wrapping up an
off-the-books op helping out some old friends, he had invited her to join him
here for a week-long vacation with the blessing of his Colonel, and Maggie’s
boss, she his secretary.

Or
assistant. Or whatever.

He still
hadn’t figured out how to ask her the correct term for her job. He just knew
‘secretary’ couldn’t be it since he had been told in no uncertain terms years
ago that the term was now apparently offensive.

Mom
never seemed to have a problem being called a secretary.

Times
had changed, everyone so concerned with offending everyone else, Western
society had turned into a bunch of apologists, so hung up with apparent past
transgressions they were willing to hand over all they had accomplished to
those who were offended by it.

The
doors opened on the ground floor and the elevator emptied, he guiding Maggie
out with a gentle hand on the small of her back, he long having decided that if
any woman he dated felt chivalry were sexist, she wasn’t for him.

Maggie
didn’t mind, in fact loved it.

“She’s
looking a hell of a lot better than when we found her,” he said, resuming their
conversation. They had just visited Professor Laura Palmer and her husband,
Professor James Acton. Both were archeology professors with a knack for getting
themselves into trouble, and events just last week in Italy, France, Spain,
Austria and right here in Paris had resulted in her being shot and kidnapped.

But she
had been saved, and the grateful couple, who had become friends over the
years—though in an odd way considering he had tried to kill them in their first
encounter—had insisted on paying for his vacation. One of his best friends, Sergeant
Carl “Niner” Sung, who had been instrumental in saving the professor, had
headed off to Spain for a week on the beach, the Actons sending their private
jet to pick up Maggie.

Must
be nice to be rich.

According
to the dossier he had read on Professor Palmer, she was ridiculously rich, her
brother leaving her hundreds of millions of dollars when he died, he having
apparently sold some dotcom startup for megabucks.

Yet
despite their ridiculous wealth, they were normal people, not flaunting it. He
had never seen either of them dressed up, they lived in the house Acton had
bought on a professor’s salary, drove a normal car and ate normal food.

And
would do anything to help friends, including using the wealth at their disposal
for just that.

Despite
their less than auspicious introduction, in the end he had spared their lives,
and over the years had made it his mission to try and make up for what had
happened, the false intel they had been fed leading to too many innocent
deaths.

And the
two professors had repaid them in kind, helping them whenever they could.

Definitely
an odd relationship.

Maggie
was saying something but he had tuned her out for a moment as he watched the
Middle Eastern man holding open one of the doors to the outside, ushering
people through with a smile. As Maggie stepped through the door with a “Merci”
his alarms went off, two other Middle Eastern men in suits standing outside.

Something
slammed against the back of his head sending a searing pain through his entire
body. His eyes watered and he collapsed toward the ground, his training kicking
in as he tucked in his left arm, swinging his right out so he ended up on his
back instead of his stomach.

“Stay
down, Professor Acton!”

Acton?

Somebody
screamed in the distance, the only clear sound the pounding in his ears as a
foot pressed down toward him, slamming into his chest, taking his breath away.

As the
pain pulsed through his body, his senses almost overwhelmed, the screams
coalesced enough in his fog-filled brain to register the source.

Maggie!

“BD!”

His
world rushed back.

His hand
darted out and he hammered his clenched fist into the man’s nuts, causing him
to scream out in pain as he began to double over, his foot lifting slightly.
Dawson grabbed the shoe, twisting the man off balance and sending him tumbling
to the floor then rolled, raising his right leg off the ground then dropping it
hard on the man’s neck, crushing his windpipe.

He popped
to his feet, catching sight of Maggie as two men held her by the arms, half
dragging, half lifting her toward the open side door of a black van.

“Maggie!”

He
bolted forward, his feet shoving hard against the ground as he gained speed,
racing toward the first woman he was pretty sure he had ever truly loved just
as they reached the van, tossing her inside and climbing in after her. The door
slid shut as the van raced away, Dawson slamming his fist against the side,
reaching it too late.

Sprinting
after the vehicle, he spotted two motorcycle cops to his right, one talking to
a group of civilians, the other just climbing off the back of his bike. He
broke right and pushed the new arrival off balance before he could remove the
key. Straddling the Yamaha FJR1300, he fired up the engine and gunned it into
traffic before the surprised officer could react.

Threading
the bike between the vehicles, he caught site of the black Mercedes van before
it turned right and disappeared from sight.

A siren
sounded behind him and he glanced in his side mirror to see who he assumed was
the second officer now in pursuit.

And it
gave him an idea.