“With a grunt, the gunman ripped off the goggles and fumbled for the hilt of a wicked-looking combat knife, swearing under his… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“I built Rubicon from ashes,’ said the other man. ‘Ashes of war. I have worked hard to raise myself up from the… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“There was no movement around the discoloured walls, and Lucy turned the Land Rover about in a slow crawl, the tires crunching on the… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“The short-barrel MP9 submachine gun released a cluster of silenced rounds that ran up Novakovich’s body, some of the bullets sparking off the case… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“With a grunt, the gunman ripped off the goggles and fumbled for the hilt of a wicked-looking combat knife, swearing under his breath. Marc… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“In his hand, Marc still had the Glock semi-automatic. Both of them knew what should happen next. The right choice, the expedient choice, was… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“Marc walked down the jet way, blinking into the rising sun. He dug in the bag for the USAF-issue sunglasses that he habitually carried… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“It is a regrettable fact that no government can ever be fully trusted to make the truly right choice when confronted by an impossible… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“MI6 aren’t supposed to operate inside the UK. They’re external security.’ ‘Yes. That gives you an idea of the exigency of the situation.’ ‘What’s… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“The 40mm high explosive shells he had fired into the truck were enough to hobble a military APC. He had not seriously considered that… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“So,’ Lucy said to the air, ‘not lucky, then.’ Through the PSG-1’s scope, she could see the Brit standing stock still, and a sliver… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“I built Rubicon from ashes,’ said the other man. ‘Ashes of war. I have worked hard to raise myself up from the poverty I… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“So you’re ex-Royal Navy, right?’ He tensed. ‘How do you know that?’ Lucy pointed at his arm. ‘Cabot wristwatch. It’s a dead giveaway.’ Marc… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
“What Marc did next came from nowhere; later he would think back to this moment and search his recollection for the impulse that made… — James Swallow Copy Share Image
