conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Pike, Elvis, Cole with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The Watchman'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled The Watchman about Robert, Ole, Watchman with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense.. Start with the sentence 'Robert the author is a medicinal chemist and a graduate of Ole Miss'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Robert the author is a medicinal chemist and a graduate of Ole Miss. He has taught and worked in pharmaceutical labs and published in scientific journals. He began his writing career in 1998 and continues to write for several hours a day at his computer and on yellow legal pads. The Watchman is his first novel, and he is currently working on a second book, entitled Real Consequences. He lives in Norman, OK, with his wife, Charmaine, and their Golden Retriever, Ellie Mae a.k.a. Baby Girl.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled The Watchman about SAS, Captain, Alex with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A duel to death between an SAS soldier and the man who taught him everything he knows. SAS Captain Alex Temple is on an urgent mission. Someone has been murdering M15 officers and it looks as if the killer is an insider, one of the Regiments own. Alexs task is to track down and eliminate the killer, and to ass
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first two paragraphs for the book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Watchman
  I tested the direction of the breeze. It was light and heading offshore. I took a risk that it wouldn't change and opened one of the fuel containers. I splashed some of the contents around the bottom of each skiff and over the engines. The aroma was powerful up this close, but I was hoping none of the guards around the house had a good sense of smell.
  The skiffs were too far apart for me to light them all in one go; the moment I showed a flame the game would be up. So I placed a full-size explosive pack in the middle skiff and soaked the sand between it and its neighbours with fuel. I was trusting to luck that the flame from the explosion would move across each side and complete the job.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Tober got the message and headed off fast, barrelling his way between two ragged lines of huts. I followed a couple of paces behind, ready to turn and defend our flanks.
  It was difficult to see clearly ahead of us, and we didn't always get it right. At one intersection we saw what appeared to be clear space between two buildings, only to crash through a wall of palm fronds surrounding a small plot of land. The noise was considerable and raised a volley of shouting from towards the beach as the pursuers zeroed in on our location and began closing in, letting off an occasional round to show they meant business. We were forced to duck as we ran down the lines of huts due to the overhanging canopies brushing our faces, which slowed us down, and all the way I could hear the slap of running feet on the other side as the men closed in. If they got ahead of us, all they had to do was run down an intersection and cut us off.
  As we turned a corner and raced across a triangle of hard ground, we found two men with rifles blocking our way and yelling at us to stop.
  Tober and I opened fire together, both taking out the man nearest to us. He crashed sideways through a hut wall and disappeared, while his companion thought to hell with orders and sent a spray of wild gunfire our way. I felt something tug at my shirt and the canopy close to my head was blown apart in a shower of palm frond fragments, wood splinters and dust. I returned fire and the Somali fell hard, losing his gun in the process.
  Even as I watched, he grunted and fell forward in slow motion, instinctively trying to minimize the fall by putting out a hand. But he wobbled as he came half upright and I knew that wasn't good.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I watched as his body remained upright for a second. Then his knees got the message and his lifeless shell collapsed. This time, not so elegant.
  I listened for signs of alarm from the villa. The bullets going off on Musa's chest had made a sharp crackling noise, but nothing like the full sound you'd get from a normal gunshot.
  I shrugged aside the covering of dried palm leaves and slung the ghillie net and rifle over my shoulder. Then I walked out of Somalia and back across the border.