Chasing Ivan: An Achilles Novella

Chasing Ivan: An Achilles Novella

Tim Tigner

Language: English

Pages: 176

ISBN: 1523320168

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Europe's smartest criminal,
   versus America's best spy.

And then there's poor emily,
   stuck in between.
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Rumor has it there's a Russian you can turn to if you're very rich, and need dirty deeds done without a trace. The CIA calls him Ivan the Ghost because he's operated for years without leaving a trail or revealing his face. 

Until now.
For the first time in history, Ivan appears to have slipped. The CIA's new director sets Agent Kyle Achilles on an intercept course, surveilling the daughter of a British politician. Then Ivan pulls off a masterful con, and Emily vanishes.
With Emily's life, his career, and America's reputation at stake, Achilles partners with an unlikely new agent he meets in Monte Carlo. Together they attempt to get one step ahead of the legendary Russian, while rubbing elbows with the ultra-rich in a high-tech international chase.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

swift feet might prove insufficient if she slipped up and caught his eye. With Achilles by her side, chasing Ivan the Ghost had felt like another training op, even though it was her first actual mission. Alone now, she understood that this was very different. Another drop of adrenaline. Port Hercules twinkled like a Christmas tree, with a hundred superyachts ornamenting the azure waters, all polished for show and festooned with lights. Twilight was a tough time to tail in any circumstances,

a veritable wall of opposition. At 6’2” and 220 pounds, I’m no powder puff. But these three were close to that on average, accent on three. “Mister Voskerchyan doesn’t like thieves or spies,” Pavel continued. “Which one are you?” Wrestler spoke next, confirming that Pavel’s question was rhetorical. “Last guy we caught provided us with a week’s worth of entertainment before we let the sharks in on the fun. It gets boring down here in the crew quarters, you see. All the good stuff is up top. So

catching a full grip with my right hand just as the C-Explorer began to bolt. Air. I needed air. I swapped my right hand for my left on the grip, reaching back for my regulator. It wasn’t there. The usual sweeping retrieval move doesn’t work when you’re being dragged. My screaming lungs were starting to spasm. I fought back by clamping my mouth shut. Turning my head, I saw my regulator flapping around with the three other hoses like towed ropes. I tilted my shoulders until it was fluttering

for fear of what she’d find, fear that Achilles’ sacrifice would have been wasted saving someone who no longer wanted to live. Still stalling for time to think, she asked, “Does this mean you’re not going back to London anytime soon? The papers report that it’s soon to be an Aspinwall town.” “Home is where the heart is. Will you tell me about him, please?” Jo wasn’t sure what to say. She knew Achilles had resigned, but little more. The rumor mill was far less active in The Agency than in

earpiece. “We’ll be able to talk using these. Hop on. Emily’s plane is on approach.” I already had an earpiece linking me to Oscar. I considered swapping it with Jo’s, but ended up sticking hers in my left ear instead. I needed to monitor both. It was starting to get crowded in my head. I’d ridden plenty of sport bikes over the years, but never on the back. The rear seat rose about four inches above the driver’s, which combined with the seven or so I had on Jo, put my head above hers like a

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