“As he drove away, he recalled Jack’s last words to him. The dark, dusty well was just a hazy memory now, but he could remember Jack’s question as clear as day. Why do you do it, Tom?” — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“Josh started up the engine and drove the jeep down the winding trail. The tall, dark trees receded in his rear view mirror. “The bad news is he’s not alone. He’s got a small army camped out with him.” — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“As he drove away, he recalled Jack’s last words to him. The dark, dusty well was just a hazy memory now, but he could… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“The shadows had him in their grasp. There was no escape. You don’t have to escape, the voice in his head said. This is… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“The tunnel was massive. Its grey concrete walls were illuminated by orange bursts of light that flashed overhead. The roar of the GTR and… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“Zhengzhou East Station was one of the largest high-speed rail stations in the world. Its boarding platform was a vast, cavernous chamber of gleaming… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“He looked back at the stairs. The man he had stabbed wasn’t moving. His dark skin had taken on the gray pallor of death,… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“Do not fear death, Caine-san. In pain, you will be purified.” “Go fuck yourself,” Caine spat back.” — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“The look I told you I saw in your eyes. Years ago, when you were recruited for the Special Activities Division. I told you… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“He stumbled out from under the table, dropped to his knees, and clasped his hands over his head. He prayed that it was Rebecca… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“Caine took another breath, then kneeled next to the first yakuza. He patted the body down and removed a small but heavy Kimber automatic… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“You coordinate intel from the alphabet soup that serves our great nation’s intelligence community. Oxymoron if ever I heard one. Now, I know I’m… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“The man’s right hand drifted towards the waistband of his jeans. It was a slow, casual movement, but to Caine it was as obvious… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
