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Chapters (47)
  1. Cover Page
  2. Praise for the Writing of Andrew Kaplan
  3. Title Page
  4. Dedication
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. PART ONE
  7. Paris
  8. Pakistan
  9. Bahrain
  10. Place of the Tombs
  11. Sar
  12. Manama
  13. Arabia
  14. Moscow
  15. Doha
  16. Washington
  17. PART TWO
  18. Arabia, 1951
  19. Moscow
  20. Arabia, 1951
  21. Al Aramah
  22. Arabia, 1956
  23. Al Aramah
  24. Arabia, 1962
  25. Riyadh
  26. Arabia, 1962
  27. Al Aramah
  28. Riyadh
  29. Washington
  30. PART THREE
  31. al Hofuf
  32. Wadi Haradh
  33. Riyadh
  34. The Race
  35. The Ruins of Dariyyah
  36. The Well of Death
  37. Ascent
  38. The Citadel
  39. The Sands of Dahna
  40. Bub al Bahrain
  41. PART FOUR
  42. Watergate
  43. Dallas
  44. Ein Gev
  45. Moscow
  46. EPILOGUE
  47. About the Author

He got his answer about Chambers when the huge Arab grabbed his head in a choke hold with one arm and his right wrist with the other. The man was incredibly strong. The major cut his bonds with a gleaming stiletto. The Scorpion’s eyes never left the dagger as the major put it on the table. The Arab with the automatic put the gun away and moved closer to the cauldron to lend a hand as the huge Arab lifted the Scorpion out of the chair like a baby. That left only the Arab by the door with a gun at hand, the Scorpion thought, relaxing his legs so they had to half-drag him to the cauldron. He tried to move his right arm against the strength of the big Arab, but it was impossible. It was like pushing against the side of a truck and now he knew for sure why Chambers had bought it. It would have to be right, he knew. He wasn’t going to get a second chance. The major leaned against the table, smirking as they pulled him over to the cauldron.

He took one last breath, remembering how Koichi would lecture them in his pedantic oriental way, hardly raising a sweat as he tossed them around the do-jang. “The more stronger, the more better,” Koichi would say. “The essence is to use your opponent’s own strength to defeat him.” That was the theory, at least.

“Forget the others, concentrate on the one,” Koichi would say. The choke hold is one of the easiest to break, he remembered. All that is required is to jerk the head back in a line perpendicular to the plane formed by the opponent’s arm. It helps if you have a free hand to push against your opponent’s arm, as well. Except that he wished Koichi were here to test the theory against the big Arab instead of him, because his neck and right arm felt as if they’d been set in concrete. Instinctively he pressed away from the cauldron, the liquid darkened by their shadows, as they forced him to bend towards it. As he exhaled, the rage exploded inside him like a bubble popping. They were going to do it to him … to him! Even as his hand’s reflection in the acid almost touched his own flesh, he had begun his move.