“I’ve always wanted to kill a CIA officer. With my own hands. I’ve dreamed of the day, wrapping my fingers around his… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“With her eye still in the scope, Zoya Zakharova pulled the charging handle back on the VSS rifle, chambering a 9-by-39-millimeter round. She hadn’t… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“Bsiness Suit was just squeezing the pistol’s trigger as Court rolled off the bed at speed and onto his feet, grabbed the suppressor of… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“his job clearly had something to do with guns, because he held an HK416 rifle in his hand now, leveled at Court’s chest. He… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“Court played his role to the hilt now, cocking his head as if he were wondering if the person asking the question might possibly… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“In her imagination she was somewhere dry and sunbaked, with a drink in her hand and the smell of cut flowers close by, filling… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“As Court powered through the nearly impenetrable growth, he settled on his new plan—a plan that would require skill he was not sure he… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“You know what I mean. From the residency.” “I don’t know what you—” “I placed a bug in Oleg’s car.” Then he switched into… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“The only gold stars the CIA gives out are for death in the field, and then only to actual employees, not contracted assets. You… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“You sound like a Russian with a head injury and a speech impediment.” “Jesus. What if I said I wanted the truth?” “Then I… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“On the main foredeck, two more crewmen readied diving gear, while inside the main-deck saloon, seven men pulled on neoprene suits. The operators were… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
“Zoya pulled the fitted sheet off the bed and began tying it with the others. While she worked, she said, “No offense, Mr. Wonderful,… — Mark Greaney Copy Share Image
