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Robert Magarian
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The Watchman . . . Molecular biologist Matt Brenner didn’t know what he was getting into when he sought revenge for the death of his childhood friend, Jack Sinclair, a scientist in a secret Army research facility. Drawn into a maze of secrets and madness, Matt uncovers shocking crimes in the commanding general’s past, and horrible happenings that don’t add up in the highly toxic research facility. They are more than Matt can handle, and he joins forces with Chris Cousins, special agent of the FBI. Complications begin when Matt is forced to work with his ex-girlfriend, Major Joan Wu, to accomplish his goal. He is slammed headfirst into a plot to kill him and his lover, full of stunning twists and high stakes. But can Matt save the major and millions of innocent people in time by preventing this psycho general from releasing his virus --- which dissolves its victims, leaving their skeletons in a gelatinous mass --- against al-Qaeda in an American city?
Projects or Proposals Offered
Published first novel, The Watchman (paperback) by Infinity, June 16, 2006. Robert is working on a second novel, "Real Consequences"
Visit his web site www.robertamagarian.com
Searchable Keywords
Fiction, Suspense, Thrillers, Terrorists, Military
Robert Magarian, Ph.D., medicinal chemist, researcher, educator, and inventor, received three degrees from “Ole Miss” (University of Mississippi). He is an emeritus professor of medicinal chemistry and has taught in Pharmacy colleges and worked in pharmaceutical labs and published many articles in scientific journals for thirty years. He began his fiction writing career in 1998 and continues to write for several hours a day at his computer and on yellow legal pads. The Watchman is his first novel.
Excerpts from Reviews or References
"I read The Watchman on a flight to Chicago and I really enjoyed it. Fast paced, good action and great characters. . ." Tony Palmieri III, Ph.D., University of Florida Gainesville.
"Read The Watchman last night. Really great story line. I especially liked that you did not digress from the main theme, but kept everything on track. . ." E. Ben Welch, Associate Clinical Professor, SWOSU.
"The Watchman is a must read! A suspenseful novel that will keep you up all night . . .you won't want to put it down!! Excellent story line and quick read." L.Freude "bargaingirl2006"(CA).
From The Book
The Watchman
Three
Major General Princeton Taylor, the Pentagon’s anti-terrorism guru, squirmed into a comfortable position in a leather chair at his neat desk. He took a sip of coffee and reached for the Monday morning intelligence briefing. His temper flared when he read about terrorist cells in the Middle East, and then subsided when his thoughts turned to his plan to rid the world of them. He didn’t subscribe to the Joint Chief’s wait-and-see philosophy. They were busy playing politics, putting the country in grave danger. Soon his biological would be ready, and no one could stop him.
The intercom buzzed. Taylor pressed the lever without looking up.
“Yes.”
“Sir, General Whitehead’s office is on one.”
He pressed the button. “This is General Taylor.”
The female voice on the other end said that General Whitehead would like to see him in his office in the next few minutes. Arriving on the third floor in the E-ring, Taylor followed Whitehead’s secretary into the three-star general’s office, next to the offices of the Secretary of Defense. Speaking on the phone, Whitehead gestured for him to sit. Taylor settled into one of the two leather side-arm chairs. Cigar smoke irritated Taylor’s nose.
Whitehead hung up the phone.
“Princeton, that was the boss,” he said, referring to the Secretary of Defense, Lewis Corwin. “He’s pleased with the way you built the Biodefense Center.”
Taylor smiled, feeling pleased with himself. Two years earlier the DoD had changed its strategy against terrorism, which led to this secret facility in St. Louis. The Pentagon had decided in the mid-1990s to broaden its biodefense research program and to build a site to produce vaccines, since pharmaceutical companies saw no profit in producing them. A design for the Army’s proposed facility had been completed, but no site selected. Several members of Congress ordered the Army to stop until it completed a study to justify the need for such a facility. They believed the military had no reason to get into the drug business.
Obsessed with the vastness of the Russian’s arsenal of biologicals, and the Middle East terrorists, the Department of Defense couldn’t wait. Their concept of war had changed. New antidotes and vaccines were needed. The DoD secretly looked for a hidden site. That search led to a biotech company in the Midwest known as DnaTech Pharmaceutical, Inc., nestled at the edge of Clayton, Missouri, a suburb of St. Louis. Dr. David Rutherford III was its President and CEO.
Rutherford’s biotech company faced bankruptcy, and he needed money to save it. He and Defense Secretary Corwin struck a deal. The DoD leased the top two floors and installed a mammoth security system in and around the building. The DoD would pay a handsome yearly sum, and DnaTech would produce the vaccines and antidotes.
Taylor installed the latest equipment for biodefense research on the top floor, calling it the Center for Biodefense Research. On the fifth floor a high-tech, global satellite tracking system was installed --- the Global Surveillance Center.
Lieutenant General Allen Whitehead, Army Chief of Staff, in his early sixties, short and bald with some gray hair at his temples, raised the lid of a wooden box on his desk and removed a cigar.
“Care for one, Princeton?” said he, holding it in the air. He paused. “Oh, you don’t smoke.”
Taylor shook his head. He held back the urge to tell his boss to go to hell. Whitehead lit the cigar, stood and picked up a brown folder. He sat in the chair next to Taylor, and stared at him.
“The Secretary selected Matt Brenner to replace Sinclair. Here’s his folder.” Taylor reached for it. “Offer him the job, and then transfer him from Fort Detrick to DnaTech. He paused to take a puff on his cigar. “The director at Detrick is unhappy. Brenner was one of his best and he didn’t want to give him up. But that’s his problem.”
Taylor crossed one leg over the other.
“How is Major Wu working out?” Whitehead asked.
Major Joan Wu, an M.D. with a doctorate in microbiology and postdoctoral training in pathology, had been in charge of Biodefense and the biosafety labs for two years. Taylor had her transferred from USAMRIID, the only lab in the DOD equipped to study highly hazardous infectious agents requiring maximum containment at the biosafety level-4 (BSL-4). His assistant commanding officer, Colonel Don Jagger, was in charge of Global Surveillance.
“She’s doing a banged up job.”
“According to Dr. Keyes, Brenner’s a brilliant scientist. The boss is high on his antibiological.” He took another puff on his cigar.
Taylor hated the idea of having the childhood friend of Jack Sinclair in his Biodefense Center. He could be trouble.
Whitehead turned to Taylor. “That damn antibiological is supposed to supercharge the human immune system to fight off any biological the terrorists can throw at us. We need the damn thing.”
“But we’re still faced with chemical and nuclear terrorism, Allen. We should hit the terrorists now!”
Whitehead scowled at him. “Dammit, Princeton. You know how we feel about that. Don’t keep bringing it up.”
Taylor felt his heart race. They just don’t get it.
“Any trouble from Rutherford?" asked Whitehead.
“None.”
“I guess not. The son of a bitch is paid handsomely for those two floors.”
Whitehead rose and Taylor followed him to the door. The three-star general stopped, and then turned.
“What about that fucking Red Book? Any leads?”
“None, sir.”
Whitehead shook his head. “I’m surprised it resurfaced. I thought Colonel Osborne had destroyed it years ago. How did Jack Sinclair get it?
“Don’t know,” said Taylor. “But Dennis Kugler has it now.”
“Get the bastard.”
“I assure you, DIA will find him and the Red Book,” said Taylor.
“No more screw- ups like in Vietnam, Princeton. Make sure you concentrate on biodefense. I don’t want Senator Fellows on my ass again.”
Copyright 2006-2007, Robert Magarian (Expires August 16, 2008)
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