War on any land is a terrifying event for those on the ground; but courage counter balances fear, and a faceless enemy enables the machines of war. But when the war becomes personal, when you see the enemy, speak to the enemy, and become privy to their inner sanctum—invited to hear their plans and their names—you doubt yourself and wonder which one of you is the enemy.

Adam Moss was sent to find the enemy. They found him first. In the ensuing melee, two bullets ended his hunt as he tumbled down an Afghan mountain in the Hindu Kush Range. Moments later, he was savagely beaten and dragged into the very cave his team was searching for. Wounded, broken and unconscious, he would eventually find out why he was not killed—used as a pawn for a much more devious attack on the homeland.

Moss slumps into despair until he is jolted into full consciousness by a live video transmission beamed in from Manassas, Virginia. On the screen: his wife, Kat, and their three-year-old son, TJ, have been captured by a pack of ruthless jihadists. The transmission loops back—for Kat’s sake— to a view of Moss helpless at the hands of his captors. They stare at each other in disbelief, each wearing explosive vest and unable to communicate.

After receiving a perilous gift from her captor, beautifully camouflaged of its true nature and three lives ransomed, Kat must agree to be the lynchpin in a plan of vicious revenge upon a target that would stab at the very heart of America—the President’s family.

Willing to give up her own life to save TJ and Adam, she finds an inner strength and nearly single-handedly faces down a Goliath spilling out her own form of terror upon her captors.