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 Nineteen

Nadeesha walked the Cairo streets. Having bought local clothing she tried to blend in.  But with her dark skin, people probably thought she was from Southern Egypt.  Men jeered at her and made obscene gestures.  A few offered to purchase her for a quickie.  She was used to having to work in incredibly misogynist cultures, […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twenty

            Wearing black kafiyah head wraps, the gunmen stormed the Army detention center while firing their AR-15 and AK-47 rifles in all directions. “Allah Akbar!  Allah Akbar!” one screamed. The two gate guards went down under a hail of gunfire.  Another two Egyptian soldiers were shot dead on the front […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twenty One

            “It’s a no-go.” “What do you mean, it’s a no-go?” Deckard could feel blood throbbing in his temples. “I can’t do it.” He reached out and grabbed Aghassi by the arm. “The hell you can’t.  We were in Egypt for a day and then it took four days to […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twenty Two

            Deckard relaxed and let the current carry him. Exhaling, bubbles escaped from around the air regulator he held in his mouth.  The kelp was swept back, nearly horizontal with the sandy bottom in the strong current.  His muscles were relaxed as he hung suspended in the clear blue water.  […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twenty Three

            Admiral Russ Corbett scrolled through the messages on his cell phone as he waited in one of the booths at the back of his favorite restaurant in Washington, D.C.  He was off the clock, wearing a polo shirt and khaki pants.  The JSOC commander was a busy man.  He […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twenty Four

            “Deckard!” Nadi shouted.  “Deckard, wake up!” As she shook him, Deckard bolted upright into a sitting position as he was startled awake.  He was struggling to catch his breath as if he had just sprinted for a mile. “Deckard, you’re hurting me,” Nadi said as she grabbed his forearm. […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twenty Five

            “The problem is, all three of our targets are united in opposition to our employer.  They want us to not just take out the leadership cells, but to turn the survivors of each group against each other,” Bill said.  “Deckard and Nadeesha, you both know Arabic.  I want you […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twenty Six

            What should have been a twenty-minute drive to Manama took almost an hour as their drivers had to take so many back roads to avoid the riots.  Several times, they almost got caught by an approaching crowd only to speed away just as flying rocks and the occasional gunshot […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twenty Seven

            “I always made it clear that once I broke one of you, I would have to go out and buy a new one.  Now I have to blast out a help wanted.  Shooter with nothing to lose.  Now hiring.” Bill paused for a moment to down a gulp of […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twenty Eight

Deckard squinted his eyes against the dust kicked up by the spinning props of the plane as he and Bill jumped off the back and hit the ground at Benina Airport.  They had just arrived in Benghazi, Libya.  The two Liquid Sky men stepped through the haze and out of the dust cloud. Thirty feet […]

Direct Action: Chapter Twenty Nine

            The two chemical weapons, along with a cache of guns went on a plane from Benghazi, Libya to Antakya, Turkey while Bill, Deckard, and The Operator got on another plane back to Mauritius.  Bill needed to get his high-side access on the Pirate Net in his office before continuing […]

Direct Action: Chapter Thirty

            A black-clad man strode up to his captive with a hammer in one hand.  With the prisoner strapped to the chair, he swung the hammer in an arc, bringing it down on his big toe.  It split open like a bloody grape. The prisoner screamed, and screamed, and screamed […]