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Chapters (59)
  1. Part I Reconnaissance
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Part II Incursion
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Part III Under Siege
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Part IV Course Correction
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Part V Balance of Power
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Part VI Spy versus Spy
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Part VII Winds of War and Flame
  41. Chapter Thirty-Four
  42. Chapter Thirty-Five
  43. Chapter Thirty-Six
  44. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  46. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Part VIII Strong to the Finish
  50. Chapter Forty-Two
  51. Chapter Forty-Three
  52. Part IX Spy Games
  53. Chapter Forty-Four
  54. Chapter Forty-Five
  55. Chapter Forty-Six
  56. Part X What Goes Around
  57. Chapter Forty-Seven
  58. Chapter Forty-Eight
  59. About the Author

Zack unholstered the Glock from his thigh rig, shifted it to his left hand, and moved the Range Rover as far left as he could without striking the rock wall. He kept his right hand on the steering wheel as he stuck the Glock out the window and cocked his left wrist at an angle, the pistol aimed toward the Mercedes. He opened fire, praying the loud reports would have the desired reaction. He kept firing until he saw a starburst appear on the rear passenger window, the bulletproof glass absorbing the slug. The barrage of bullets had the intended effect—the Mercedes jerked to the right to avoid further fire, which was all the room Zack needed.

He floored the accelerator once again, and the Range Rover lurched forward into the space between the Mercedes and the low rock wall. Fifty yards, Zack. Running out of pavement. He turned the wheel to the right and slammed into the left side of the Mercedes, driving the vehicle into the right half of the road where oncoming traffic would normally be.

Belyakov mumbled in Russian, and Noah said, “Better pray for all of us, Aleksei. We might need it.”

The right half of the road transitioned into a small shoulder and a dirt landscape beyond that sloped upward steeply. Zack knew Griffin and Charles were close and that his former team chief was likely losing his mind with fury, but he didn’t care. He had bigger problems—the two IEDs were only twenty yards ahead, directly in his path.

While Noah was technically the best driver on the team, Zack was no slouch behind the wheel. Rather than panic, he acted, shoving the Mercedes once more to ensure the driver remained on the right side of the road. He felt the two vehicles separate, and he tapped the brakes of the Range Rover, instantly decelerating. Like a NASCAR driver who realizes at the last moment that he can’t pass the leader, Zack waited until the Mercedes passed by him, and then he twitched the steering wheel to the right, sliding behind the Mercedes close enough to draft on him. And then Zack braced himself for the explosions.

“Nice move, Ricky Bobby!” Noah exclaimed somewhat manically, just as they reached the IEDs.