Silent Assassin (Dan Morgan)
Leo J. Maloney
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"Silent Assassin has everything a thriller reader wants." --Ben Coes, national bestselling author of The Last Refuge
"A terrifyingly thrilling story." -- Michele McPhee, author of A Mob Story
In this electrifying novel of relentless suspense, Black Ops veteran Leo J. Maloney unleashes an unthinkable conspiracy from the deepest corridors of power. . .
Code named Cobra, former CIA agent Dan Morgan is pulled in when every other option has failed. His mission: find Nikolai Novokoff, a ruthless KGB officer turned international arms dealer. Locate the weapons of mass destruction that the rogue terrorist is threatening to unleash on the world. And terminate with extreme prejudice. . .
In the world of clandestine ops, where the line between friends and enemies is constantly shifting, especially in the halls of Washington, Morgan must survive a merciless maze of deceit--and risk everything--to stop a madman.
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the hell out of this cloak-and-dagger business. Who’d have thought that scrawny little Marcus Lee, the same little Asian kid who’d spent his graduation stuffed in a locker, the quiet nerd who had never even held hands with a girl until he was nineteen, would be getting away with this? He couldn’t help but grin at the thought. At the moment, he was on his way to meet with the man who had started all this. The man with the plan. The man with no name. He’d emerged on the corner of Broadway and
dropped to the ground. “Got it.” “Okay, now, you’re going to have to be careful with this part. The device is a disc, some two inches thick, not too different from a landmine. It’s supposed to drop when the self-destruct sequence is activated. It’s attached to a string that’s about half the height of that tunnel. It’s set to go off the moment that string is pulled. You’re going to push aside the bars holding it up, and then gently lower the device until you can cut that string. Understand?”
operation is blown.” “That fail-safe had better work then,” he said, still staring warily at the needle. “Don’t worry. I designed the system myself. We tested the hell out of those incinerators. One in each canister, well-hidden inside the cooling mechanism. They’re on timer and remote control, and there’s enough thermite in each canister to melt a new hole in an Eskimo’s ass.” “Just take care that it doesn’t melt mine,” he said wryly. He tucked the syringe into one of his breast pockets.
want to ride with the merchandise?” “You take it right,” said Morgan. “Okay,” said Lubarsky. “Follow us.” He got into the back of the car, with the bodyguards in front. They set off, and Ferenc followed. “So how do we do this?” asked Ferenc as he drove. “You hang back,” said Morgan. “Near the truck—remember, you’re just the driver. Keep a close eye on the situation and your weapon at the ready. If everything goes according to plan, this should be just like a real arms deal. We make the
from him—and Novokoff. The Russian had only time to turn around and look at him wide-eyed before Morgan, now with a clear view and civilians out of the way, fired off a shot. Novokoff’s hand gushed red, and the detonator went tumbling to the ground. Morgan aimed again, this time at Novokoff ’s leg. His knee buckled, and he fell kneeling to the ground. He tried to get up, yelled out in pain, and stumbled back down. Several police officers had drawn their weapons and were ready to fire. Morgan