“He looked back at the stairs. The man he had stabbed wasn’t moving. His dark skin had taken on the gray pallor… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“As he flew forward, Caine grabbed the man’s necktie and spun him around. He used the strip of fabric to pull his… — Andrew Warren Copy Share Image
“Caine lurched his body upwards and drew his hand from his pocket. His fingers grasped the hilt of his Spyderco knife. In… — 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
