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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

Barrett’s face contorted into a mask of frustration and rage, understanding dawning as to what the story portended for his next moments. The knowledge that the confrontation wouldn’t play out the way he intended infuriated him, but as Nick had discerned, Barrett didn’t care. All that mattered to him was the pain and fury and the desperate release of it that he craved.

Barrett lunged at Nick, a whirling form of violent intent and hate, and Nick pulled the trigger.

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter
FORTY-SIX

For the first time that evening, even more so than when the bullets started flying and bodies started dropping, Zack was stunned at the sight of the man whose capture had directly led to the end of his career at the CIA. Perhaps it was the combination of adrenaline and exhaustion, but as he turned to face the Russian directly, the Glock he held trained on Griffin drifted slightly toward Belyakov. The four faceless operators reacted immediately, and before Zack realized what had happened, four dark earth-colored Belgian-made FN Mk 16 CQC assault rifles with holographic scopes were trained on his face. Jesus. You’re not winning this one.

“Now, now, gentlemen. Please lower your weapons, at least slightly. In fact, please put them on Mr. Huntsmen, as he’s the real reason for all of this. Unfortunately, he just couldn’t do his job, just like in Malta, could he?” Belyakov said with amusement as the muzzles of the assault rifles left Zack’s face for Griffin’s.

The expression on Griffin’s face reflected the same disbelief Zack felt, but as Griffin spoke, his shock transformed to anger. “It was you all this time. You were Gregory’s buyer. Where is he? I know he’s GRU,” he said, using the common acronym for the Main Intelligence Directorate of the General Staff of the Armed Forces of the Russian Federation, Russia’s premier foreign military intelligence agency. Gregory had been the facilitator for the operation and was stationed at the Russian embassy in DC.

“He’s been called back to the motherland. Sadly, you won’t be seeing him anymore.”

“Motherfucker,” Griffin muttered, and took a step toward Belyakov. The four armed men took a single step forward in unison, the sound of their boots pounding on the pavement clear even over the sound of the rotors of the Huey behind them, which had continued to slow since it had landed.

“If you move, my men will kill you, and then you’ll have no chance out of this. Do you understand me? Now stand still or die. Am I clear?”

Griffin remained silent but stayed in place.