Awakening Revenge by P.B. King Sr.

A Navy training accident in 2009 sets off a chain of vengeance that reaches its peak nearly a decade later. FBI Agent Simon McKenzie, still recovering from a near-catastrophe at sea, is drawn back into action when longtime adversary Jonathon Marsh resurfaces. Fueled by anger over a failed Iraq mission and the loss of his comrades, Marsh now plots a global-scale disaster, aided by an ally with a personal vendetta tied to McKenzie's past.

As cyber warfare escalates and threats span from New York to the African coast, McKenzie and his team face a race against time. Behind it all lurks a hidden government faction orchestrating chaos. The stakes are no longer national—they're global. The unthinkable is on the table: the total collapse of the internet and society as we know it.

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Prologue

He sat watching the TV, the latest news reports on the arrival of the stricken ship. He had planned it too well and didn’t count on the Peterson episode to take his thunder. The plan was a simple one at the time. He would board the ship, and place the explosives in the Dining room and one in the engine room, all to trigger one minute apart with the engine room last. Unfortunately, the storm at sea delayed dinner, and his hopes of a severe statement diminished. Although he did make his point, they knew he was there. He was quite sure that McKenzie and Rockwell had figured that out. The question that nagged at him was why hadn’t the engine room explosive triggered. Was it the same frequency as the others? He was a perfectionist at his craft; this bothered him.

He had made one mistake when boarding the ship, the previous week. He purposely wore his service uniform, proud of his service. He proudly wore the stripes of a Sergeant, with service ribbons and one medal signifying his dedication to his job. This assured him of getting on the ship with little question the day prior to departure. His only mistake, that of wearing his nametag, MARSH. He meant to remove it, but in the moment of exhilaration, he overlooked it, and he was quite sure the female officer of the ship who spoke to him using his name would certainly convey that as time went on, no matter what, he made his point, almost.

He picked up his cell and dialed. It was time to end this game!

One Week Earlier

As the month closed, Dan Rockwell called Simon, “Let’s get together this Sunday. I’ll bring Pizza. You supply the beverages.”

“You know Jen and Jess are invited as well,” insisted McKenzie, “are you kidding? They love you, Simon, I think more than me,” kidded Dan.

Sunday afternoon, the doorbell rang. As Simon answered, he was surprised and a little excited to see Heather Thompkins with boxes of Pizza in hand. Behind her, Dan Rockwell lifted up a case of assorted beverages, Beer, Wine, and Soda for an afternoon of relaxation. “How is being a VP treating you these days,” Simon asked Heather. Kiddingly, she responded, “As long as I stay in the office, I’m Happy.” He put his arm around her, for the first time, more affectionately than as a friend. “Hey, I’m hungry” yelled out Dan. “Where’s the Pizza I BOUGHT,” they joked. Suddenly, Simon’s phone went off, as did Dan’s and Heather’s.

“Well, hello, everyone. You really didn’t think I was going away, did you? From the looks of things, you guys had quite a ride on that ship. I must admit, I really admired that guy, Dr. Peterson, a man after my own heart. A shame he hit it. Oh well. Wow, how funny is that Heart? Get it, the ship, ah, never mind. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I’m here, I haven’t forgotten, and you’re going to hear next. Have a Great Day. Love J.M.”