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Back Game of Snipers
Chapters (74)
  1. Cover
  2. TITLES BY STEPHEN HUNTER
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. PART 1
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. PART 2
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. 22
  29. 23
  30. 24
  31. 25
  32. 26
  33. PART 3
  34. 27
  35. 28
  36. 29
  37. 30
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. 36
  44. 37
  45. 38
  46. 39
  47. 40
  48. 41
  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. 44
  52. 45
  53. 46
  54. PART 4
  55. 47
  56. 48
  57. 49
  58. 50
  59. 51
  60. 52
  61. 53
  62. 54
  63. 55
  64. 56
  65. 57
  66. 58
  67. 59
  68. 60
  69. PART 5
  70. 61
  71. 62
  72. Acknowledgments
  73. About the Author
  74. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Sir,” someone said, “a triple first-degree is big-time. But we know you got here by emergency chopper from Detroit. You’re FBI, but not out of the Detroit Office, and that fellow with you is a ‘consultant,’ meaning a guy who knows a lot about a certain thing. So I’d like just to ask, politely, what’s going on?”

“As some of you may have surmised, there is a national security connection, but I am not at liberty to divulge it. The Detroit thing is a helpful pretext to get me troops without having to explain things. Let me just say this guy is thought to be very dangerous in ways not connected with Detroit, and that it is in the highest national interest—and urgency—to take him off the page right now.”

He watched them watching him. Like most State cop shops, it was a shabby installation off the highway, innocuous except for the OHP shield on a sign outside and the two dozen black-and-whites outside.

“Why here, why now?”

He backgrounded them, finishing on, “We’re working on the theory they stole the Impala in Hudson—blue, plates Alpha-Four-Five-Five-Charlie—and dumped the Benz outside of Hudson. So they’re headed south on 127. Since they’d been going forty-eight straight, I think they bunked somewhere and got on the road again maybe late last night. Still heading south. Don’t know if it’s random or they’re aiming toward a certain destination.”

“But you see it as this part of Ohio?”

“Yeah, and so far they’ve shown a tendency to stay off the interstates, because they know that’s where you guys are and they fear you guys. They know you pay attention. So my bet is, they’re still on 127 headed toward Greenville. So our target would be a dark blue ’13 Impala.”

Nick had more.

“Really, guys, do not go all heroic on me and try for a one-man intercept. This guy has tons of combat experience in the sandbox and he is a world-class shot. He’s got a twelve-gauge semi-auto and a box of double-aughts, stolen from the drug stash. With that gun, he’s too good to go man on man against. He will not miss. He will not go down to .40, unless it clips the central nervous system. Are you that good while taking incoming double-aught? I didn’t think so.