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Chapters (74)
  1. Cover
  2. TITLES BY STEPHEN HUNTER
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. PART 1
  6. 1
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  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
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  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. PART 2
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  32. 26
  33. PART 3
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  54. PART 4
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  69. PART 5
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  72. Acknowledgments
  73. About the Author
  74. What’s next onyour reading list?

“I am Menendez,” said the grandee. “Welcome, and congratulations on your accomplishments. If you have impressed the great Juba, you have impressed me.”

“Thank you,” said Jared.

“You are a very brave young man,” said Menendez. “And you are safe now.”

He clapped him on the shoulder to point him on the path to deliverance, but the hand had a gun in it, and he shot the boy in the back of the head.

PART 3

27

Zombieland

It got big fast after Greenville and Detroit. It wasn’t just the three murders; it was the concordance of the Juba prints with Israeli intelligence files, a wide circulation of his curriculum vitae at high echelons, as well as Juba’s own awareness that he was being hunted. The zombie posse, as Swagger had christened them, decided to move into a larger operation.

Task force MARJORIE DAW ceased to exist. It was seconded to the Counterterrorism Division, which put unlimited manpower and computer time at the disposal of those hunting Juba. But the unit wasn’t broken up. Instead, Nick and his assistant Chandler and consultants Swagger and Gold were moved to a suite of rooms on the Counterterrorism Division floor in the Hoover Building, and Nick had direct access to Ward Taylor, the Assistant Director in charge of CTD. They were to be the intelligence staff, the out-of-the-box thinkers, who provided guidance and zeal to the larger, more plodding operation. Taylor and Nick were friends. Taylor had worked under Nick in Dallas and done very well, while at the same time not being one of those guys who could never be wrong and had to get ahead or die. He was okay.

Swagger’s first matter of business under the new setup was to meet with the computer genius Jeff Neill, another Nick ally from way back, and see what could be teased from the mysterious machines on the floor down one flight.

“Not much,” Neill explained to him and Gold, whom Bob had dragooned for his elegant speech and manners. “Mr. Gold’s people had a village name, therefore a specific area in southern Iraq. Their possibility index was quite limited, a few square miles. They didn’t even have a program. They just took pix of everything.”

“Our program was Mr. Swagger,” said Gold. “He performed exceptionally well, up to the point of carrying an Uzi on a commando raid against the target.”

“I wish we could get ours to do that,” said Neill with a laugh. “But ours just sits there, hums and filters and occasionally freezes up.”

“So,” said Swagger, “if we run the attributes against imagery from the U.S. national weather satellites, we’ll come up with too many.”