I was a little more charitable about Reilly's novel Contest (check out my review folks), because the interesting alien scenario compensated to a fair degree for the simplistic and stilted use of language.
Here though, Reilly's literary limitations are as exposed as the Ross ice shelf.
Paper-thin clichéd characters engage in impossibly far-fetched adventures, with plot-holes big enough to drive a military hovercraft through.
The only saving grace is that the comic-book style action hurtles along at breakneck pace with virtually every chapter ending with a cliff-hanger. It's an undemanding page-turner that, just maybe, would make a reasonable "leave-your-brain-at-home" potboiler to take on a long flight or something. Think of Clive Cussler for those with attention-deficit disorder and you'll get some idea of Reilly's driving force.
The simplistic prose makes The Sun (or whatever is the US equivalent of a trashy tabloid) appear like Shakespeare. Reilly clearly has an aversion to adjectives - unless they are "icy", "big", "huge", "enormous" or "gigantic". He also peppers his prose with idiotic 1960's style Batman sound effects - "Snap-twangggg!" as a cable breaks; "Sprak!" as another skull gets splintered; or "craaaaaack" as our hero cops a blow to the nose. Most irritating of all, however, is Reilly's gross over-use of italics, to hammer home a point with the subtlety of a radioactive mutant elephant seal (and yes, believe it or not, that IS a spoiler!).
If you come across this book in your library, please make sure it is placed in the "teen-read" section. Had I read this when I was about 12, I would probably have given it 3 or 4 stars.
I hate myself for actually finishing this book. In fact I hate it so much that I must just hurl it across the room one final time; "weeeeeeeeeee......KER-THUMP!!!!"