When a party of American college girls are sold into slavery by human traffickers, a rescue mission is too dirty, too dangerous, and too difficult for any government to touch. That's where The Retreads come in. The pirates thought they found the perfect target: a private yacht foolishly sailing through the Malacca Straits, which could discretely and easily be sold on the black market. The sex traffickers thought the boat was hauling the perfect cargo: young, attractive women who would generate income in brothels around the region. What made the caper not so perfect was that one of the girls had an uncle who took it personally. Another Amazon Bestseller from Henry Brown..."One helluva adventure writer." ( - Jim Morris, author of War Story, The Devil's Secret Name ) You can take a man out of Special Operations, but you can't take SpecOps out of the man. Tommy Scarred Wolf calls on his old friend Rocco Cavarra, who still has contacts in the intelligence business. Other survivors of the Sudan mission also rally behind Tommy, signing on for the kind of favor that can never be repaid. Armed with all the firepower and force multipliers they can scrounge, shadowed by a team of secret assassins, the Retreads ride again. Tier Zero is old-school military adventure you haven’t enjoyed since the full-auto glory days of Able Team and Phoenix Force. "It would be difficult to exaggerate how good this book is as an adventure tale, or how much fun it is to read it." - Jim Morris (author of War Story ) "TIER ZERO gets a high recommendation from me." - James Reasoner (author of The Hunted ) "If you're a fan of the Men's Adventure fiction genre, if you like big guns, hot girls, pirates getting their butts kicked, brutal gunfights and tales of cunning tradecraft and high adventure in exotic locales, Tier Zero needs to be in your hands as soon as possible."- Post Modern Pulps "Brown likes to call his work an homage to the bygone mens' pulp-fiction genre, but it surpasses that." - Nate Granzow (author of The Scorpion's Nest ) "...Balls-out, full throttle action." - Wayne Dundee (author of The Guns of Vedauwoo ) "As much as I enjoyed Hell & Gone, this book is better." - Peter Nealen (author of Task Force Desperate ) My first book, Hell and Gone , wasn't originally meant to be more than a one-off novel. But it picked up some fans, and that corps was loyal like Trekies. After a few of them asked for a sequel, the gears in my head began to turn. One of them was a South African vet, by then a contractor running his own private security company. I was doubly flattered he took the trouble to order my book and the time to read it. It was he who told me I should write about piracy in the sequel. Tier Zero is what came out of that, and I hired an artist to give it a retro men's fiction cover to match my throwback to the paramilitary adventures of yesteryear. Unlike the first novel, wherein I kind of painted myself into a corner, this time I set it up for a sequel and introduced some younger characters in case it became a series with some longevity. The timing of the shot was off--Rocco knew it. "Miss, low starboard--five!" Marius called. Rocco cussed himself before resuming his breathing pattern. "Twelve hundred; seven to port!" Rocco's muscle memory had been jarred and he had a much better idea now where the trigger would break. He re-doped the scope to ten-plus-two. His breathing slowed as his finger squeezed, while his muscles flexed and unflexed. The M107 fired. This time he was high, though his windage was spot-on. The .50 round plucked a pirate off the lead skiff in a spray of blood, bone and gore. The pirates now began returning fire, though their boats slowed and veered. No doubt watching their comrade explode in their midst had made them piss themselves. Their firing was useless at this range, but scary for the civilians on deck. Would they keep coming, or decide to look for easier pickings? Rocco Cavarra wasn't in a mood to wait and find out, especially now that the targets had slowed. Marius wasn't in a live-and-let-live mood either, evidently. "One thousand; five to port!" he yelled. "Send it!" Rocco reduced his Minutes of Angle (MOA) and sent it. This time the bullet smashed through the hull of the lead skiff, shearing the femur, just above the ankle, of a pirate on its way out the other side of the hull. They were close enough now for Cavarra to hear them scream and yell, and the shooting intensified. One lucky incoming round whined off the Tinseltown's hull. "Nine hundred; five to port! Send it! Send it! Send it!" Marius called, then began bellowing as if an extra on the set of a Braveheart battle scene, and cut loose with the KAC Stoner LMG. The full auto fire going downrange and the tinkle of links and brass on the deck were comforting sounds to Rocco. The lead skiff was already listing badly, and was left behind by the other three skiffs, still closing. Rocco heard the motors a