Jack Murphy

Jack Murphy

Green Beret / Army Ranger
Jack served as a Sniper and Team Leader in 3rd Ranger Battalion and as a Senior Weapons Sergeant on a Military Free Fall team in 5th Special Forces Group. Having left the military in 2010, he graduated from Columbia with a BA in political science. Murphy is the author of Reflexive Fire, Target Deck, Direct Action, and Gray Matter Splatter. His memoir, "Murphy's Law" is due for a 2019 release and can be pre-ordered now.

Direct Action: Chapter Seven

            Zach was mixing the jungle juice. “Don’t look at it,” Paul explained as Zach upended a handle of vodka into the pot.  “If you don’t look at it, then it is okay, it can’t get you drunk!” Once he drained it, Zach dropped the glass bottle in the trash […]

Direct Action: Chapter Eight

            Deckard and Nadeesha touched down in Berlin twenty-four hours later, met a courier outside the terminal who handed off their new passports, then rented a car and drove to Hamburg.  Deckard made several attempts to ask his companion what their mission was and what would be expected of him, […]

Direct Action: Chapter Nine

            Physical training with Liquid Sky put Deckard in a world of shit.  He was a hybrid athlete as necessitated by his lifestyle.  As the leader of a para-military mercenary unit, Deckard led from the front, often doing body weight routines and kettlebell workouts with the Kazakh mercenaries in the […]

Direct Action: Chapter Ten

            Deckard launched himself off the ramp of the airplane and into the darkness.  He still had trouble stabilizing as he exited the aircraft and rocked from side to side for a few moments as he rode the hill of air down through the sky, his body riding along with […]

Direct Action: Chapter Eleven

            Liquid Sky explosively breached the mockup with a flex linear charge.  The explosion sent wood splinters everywhere as the door burst into six or seven pieces.  They put Deckard up front as the first man through the door, reminding him that as the new guy on the team, he […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twelve

The Twin Otter lifted off in the morning with six passengers on board.  Rick had extra hair gel applied today and his ear plugs in, listening to music and not talking to anyone.  He was still bitter about being bumped from the mission and moved to the support role. The pilot, the one who had […]

Direct Action: Chapter Thirteen

            “It happened again.” Admiral Corbett looked up from his desk and set his reading glasses down so he could see his J3 officer.  The Admiral always left his door open, a literal open-door policy.  Where he worked, he needed a team more than he needed a hierarchy. “You’re kidding […]

Direct Action: Chapter Fourteen

            The exfil was more like an all expenses paid vacation.  Liquid Sky quickly forgot that they were still on a mission, relaxing on the pump boats that ferried them south.  All of their kit had been sunk to the bottom of the ocean the moment the opportunity presented itself.  […]

Direct Action: Chapter Fifteen

            Deckard walked under a sign that stretched across the road on two posts at either end of the street.  It announced that he was entering China Town.  China Town in Port Louis.  He walked his surveillance detection route through the city, visiting a number of shops along the way.  […]

Direct Action: Chapter Sixteen

            Morning PT crushed the entire team.  To warm up, the team ran barefoot two miles down the beachfront and then back.  It was a slow, comfortable pace, but everyone knew what was coming next.  With a barbell they took turns doing three repetitions of the power snatch which involved […]

Direct Action: Chapter Seventeen

            Deckard woke up as he felt someone grabbing him.  He turned around in bed and found Nadeesha smiling.  She rolled on top and straddled him.  Her perfect hips bulged slightly as she sat down on top of him.  She was soaking wet already. That was when her cell phone […]

Direct Action: Chapter Eighteen

            Bill turned around in the passenger seat to face Deckard as he terminated a call on his cell phone. “I’ve got a geo on a dead drop you guys are going to need.  One of the technical guys at the U.S. embassy stashed it a while back in case […]