Chapters (145)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Part One: Acts of War
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Part Two: By the Rivers Dark
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-one
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Chapter Forty-five
- Interlude One
- Chapter Forty-six
- Chapter Forty-seven
- Interlude Two
- Chapter Forty-eight
- Chapter Forty-nine
- Interlude Three
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-one
- Interlude Four
- Chapter Fifty-two
- Chapter Fifty-three
- Chapter Fifty-four
- Chapter Fifty-five
- Chapter Fifty-six
- Interlude Five
- Part Three: The Blood of Angels
- Chapter Fifty-seven
- Chapter Fifty-eight
- Interlude Six
- Chapter Fifty-nine
- Interlude Seven
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-one
- Chapter Sixty-two
- Interlude Eight
- Chapter Sixty-three
- Chapter Sixty-four
- Chapter Sixty-five
- Chapter Sixty-six
- Chapter Sixty-seven
- Interlude Nine
- Chapter Sixty-eight
- Chapter Sixty-nine
- Chapter Seventy
- Chapter Seventy-one
- Chapter Seventy-two
- Chapter Seventy-three
- Interlude Ten
- Chapter Seventy-four
- Chapter Seventy-five
- Chapter Seventy-six
- Chapter Seventy-seven
- Chapter Seventy-eight
- Chapter Seventy-nine
- Chapter Eighty
- Chapter Eighty-one
- Chapter Eighty-two
- Chapter Eighty-three
- Chapter Eighty-four
- Chapter Eighty-five
- Chapter Eighty-six
- Chapter Eighty-seven
- Chapter Eighty-eight
- Chapter Eighty-nine
- Chapter Ninety
- Chapter Ninety-one
- Chapter Ninety-two
- Chapter Ninety-three
- Chapter Ninety-four
- Chapter Ninety-five
- Chapter Ninety-six
- Chapter Ninety-seven
- Chapter Ninety-eight
- Chapter Ninety-nine
- Chapter One Hundred
- Chapter One Hundred One
- Chapter One Hundred Two
- Chapter One Hundred Three
- Chapter One Hundred Four
- Chapter One Hundred Five
- Chapter One Hundred Six
- Chapter One Hundred Seven
- Chapter One Hundred Eight
- Chapter One Hundred Nine
- Chapter One Hundred Ten
- Chapter One Hundred Eleven
- Chapter One Hundred Twelve
- Chapter One Hundred Thirteen
- Chapter One Hundred Fourteen
- Chapter One Hundred Fifteen
- Chapter One Hundred Sixteen
- Chapter One Hundred Seventeen
- Chapter One Hundred Eighteen
- Chapter One Hundred Nineteen
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty-one
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty-two
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty-three
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty-four
- Chapter One Hundred Twenty-five
- Epilogue
- Also by Jonathan Maberry
- About the Author
Bug cut in at this point. “Now it gets tricky, Boss, because some entries aren’t in ciphertext—they’re simple two letter abbreviations. Like a personal shorthand. We were able to identify five of them because we already know where those nukes are. The codes are B/I, A/S, T/P, and L/A. That has to be Beiji oil refinery in Iraq, the Abqaiq in Saudi Arabia, the Toot oilfield in Pakistan, and the Louisiana platform in America.”
“What are the other three codes?”
“V/I, M/S, and J/I,” said Circe. “We’re running pattern analysis but so far we haven’t figured it out.”
Chapter One Hundred Six
Chapter One Hundred Six
Aghajari Oil Refinery
Iran
June 16, 5:44 a.m.
We were twenty feet away.
The major’s hand strayed toward his holstered pistol. The other cops grabbed for the AK-47s slung from their shoulders.
I said, “Hit!”
Ghost went from a tense crouch to full speed in two steps. The bucktoothed major’s gun cleared his holster but that was as far as it was ever going to go because Ghost hit him like a cannonball, catching the man on the meat of his forearm and using all of his canine weight and mass to slam the major back against the edge of the doorway. The major screamed and fell down and out of sight with Ghost atop him.
I can’t run as fast as a shepherd, but I’m no slowpoke. I barreled right for the guards, all of whom made the mistake of taking half a second to gape in mingled horror and indecision. That was a half second too long.
When I was ten feet from them I threw myself into a rugby tackle that plucked two guys completely off their feet. They fell down and I bodysurfed one of them for three yards. I heard Lydia’s footfalls less than a yard behind me.
I hammered the rifle out of one guard’s hand, smashed him across the mouth with an elbow, and rolled sideways off of him and whipped the same elbow around into a backward blow that caught the second officer in the nose.
From that angle I saw Lydia slide into the third guard like Rickey Henderson stealing second base. Her right foot caught him on the shin and chopped his leg out from under him. His body crashed down on hers, but as he landed she caught his shoulders and turned at the perfect moment, slamming him face down onto the hard floor.