LEVI McPHERSON, a graduate student of analytical chemistry at the University of North Central Florida, is approached by agents of the Homeland Security’s Counter-terrorism Unit. The agency is recruiting Lee to study and expose the loopholes of screening instruments in airports. Struggling financially, he accepted the offer, making him a paid, benevolent hacker of the nation’s gateway. Yet Levi is horrified when an Airbus from Los Angeles disintegrated in mid-air.

At 40, when everybody’s career trajectory is going up, Levi’s still a poor graduate student, struggling financially. His research projects however, are worth million dollars. Researching the highly classified and heavily guarded secrets of detecting traces of explosives, what Lee know was a goldmine. The agency's offer is his financial break . So Levi tackles the problem like a scientist, detailing the loopholes of the aviation security and turning what he knew into a big time money machine.

JIM and JONATHAN of the counter-terrorism unit, where nowhere to be found after Charlotte International Airport, a hub of Delta Airlines closed abruptly because of instrument malfunctions in their security lines. And in a post-Osama Bin Laden’s era, the biggest blow to the United Stated after the 9/11 disaster comes unexpectedly when a passenger plane blew up in the skies of Washington D.C., in the heart of the nation.

Levi knew it was only the start of more troubles, so he recruits his fellow graduate students to counter the future attacks. They have to think like criminals—and scientists too. With the help of FBI counter-terrorism experts, Homeland Security and Transportation Security Agency, the team races to close and plug the loopholes Lee identified.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


'When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest'
This was the first sentence borrowed by a reviewer while reviewing the
book Hemingway's Boat.
He claimed that this is one of those sentences that stay in your mind. And he
added on top of being simple and balance sentence, that the doubt and melancholy
that underlie the promise of happiness makes what it is --a great sentence.
But what really makes a great sentence? A good writer?

If science knew what it is, then everybody will be a blockbuster. Nobody knows.
Publishers sign new novelist hoping they'll hit the jackpot and produce the next
J.K. Rowling. For me, I'll write every night and gamble that my stories will be notice
by agents and publishers.

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