Situation Room (a Luke Stone Thriller—Book #3)

It somehow reminded Luke of a werewolf howling in agony during the bone-breaking transition from human to canine form. Except there was no sound.

The bots swarmed through networks like red ants racing along tree limbs, replicating out of control.

It was still morning, but the sun was already like a blazing nuclear reactor in the sky.

“Okay, Luke. I’ll mow down the soldiers for you. At the same time, I’ll hand out ice cream cones to the kids, and flowers to the ladies.”

Don’t deny what’s undeniable. Don’t defend what isn’t to be defended. Appeal to their better angels instead. Remind them that they loved you in the past, and make them love you again.

Neither one of you is more patriotic than the other. Neither loves their country any more than the other one. Differences of opinion don’t mean that we can’t stand together.

They might take her out, but they weren’t going to break her. She was going to go down swinging.

The only thing lit up were the phones all around him. They gave off a weird glow, like something from a movie about aliens visiting Earth.

Susan had hired her because she was ambitious, she was hard as nails, she could weather the storms that seemed to face them on a daily basis.

You held this country together at a time when it could have splintered apart. You were a lot tougher than anyone gave you credit for.”