Thunder Island

"Do it now!" said Khan, his voice little more than a whisper.
Nash connected the battery terminals. The green light glowed dully. He threw a switch and the light turned to red. Mouthing a silent prayer he pushed the button. The red light went out.
No smoke or flames were visible but the sound of the distant explosions rumbled over the land scape like the approach of doom. Nash slid his right hand under his jacket and grasped his gun. Khan was talking excitedly, oblivious to what must happen next.
Greed, intrigue and triple-cross; the component parts of disaster. Gilby Nash, demolition expert extraordinary, reaches for a glittering prize on a sun-soaked island where the bullet and the knife are never far away. Greed, intrigue and triple-cross, the component parts of disaster, follow him like a spectre.