Tides of Fire (Sigma Force #17)

by James Rollins

All in all, it was a clusterfuck.

you go to war with the army you have.

Still, he was determined to fulfill the postman’s credo about completing a route. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night . . . Kowalski scowled at the world and added his own postscript. Or motherfucking volcanic eruptions.