Chapters (59)
- Part I Reconnaissance
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Part II Incursion
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Part III Under Siege
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Part IV Course Correction
- Chapter Fourteen
- Part V Balance of Power
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Part VI Spy versus Spy
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Part VII Winds of War and Flame
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Part VIII Strong to the Finish
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Part IX Spy Games
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Part X What Goes Around
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- About the Author
Griffin leaned over, his back against the wall, his hands on his knees, breathing deeply to minimize the red wave of frustration and rage he felt rush toward him. He was reminded of his wrestling days at Penn State, when the anger he felt welling up inside him, a dark rage whose source was a motherless childhood, threatened to overtake his actions. Keep it in check. It will work out. They’ll get him. He knew Barrett would hunt the man down until dawn if Griffin let him, but he needed Barrett to expedite his operations. It was nearly 0315, and time felt like it was accelerating, slipping further and further out of reach until there’d be none left.
He straightened up, looked at the iPhone, waited for the facial recognition to unlock the phone, and found the number he needed. It was a DC area-code number with no associated picture. Time to make the call. Be calm, cool, and confident. Three Cs, Griffin. You got this.
Once the civilians had been locked down in the gym, Griffin had ordered Michael to turn off the jammer for the school. They’d collected all cell phones, and the only ones using the airwaves for the foreseeable future would be Griffin and his team.
He hit the number and placed a set of Apple EarPods in his ears. The number rang twice before his buyer answered. “Yes. Do you have it?” The voice was alert, and Griffin realized that the man was as wide awake as he was.
“Negative,” Griffin said, concisely explaining the situation. “We’re searching, but we’ve run into a problem. There’s a rogue element on the board, and he’s killed several of my men. We have no idea who he is, but we’re about to force him into a corner. I expect him to be neutralized within the next ten minutes. One of the teams is searching for the device while we deal with this issue.” He finished and waited, slightly concerned, not for his safety but for the prospect of upsetting the buyer. He was the man who held the purse strings to the $100 million payday, and he didn’t want to jeopardize that at any cost.
“I thought you said your men were the best. That’s what you’re getting paid for, because of your reputation as the best.” It was a question in the form of a statement.
“They are, and I assure you, we’ll have this variable off the board soon. My chief of operations is overseeing it as we speak. My word is my bond, and I don’t take it lightly,” Griffin said.