American Assassin: A Thriller (A Mitch Rapp Novel)
Vince Flynn
Language: English
Pages: 544
ISBN: 1416595198
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
#1 New York Times bestselling author Vince Flynn introduces the young Mitch Rapp on his first assignment, a mission of vengeance that made him a CIA superagent.
Two decades after the Cold War, Islamic terrorism is on the rise, and CIA Operations Director Thomas Stansfield forms a new group of clandestine operatives—men who do not exist—to meet this burgeoning threat abroad before it reaches America’s shores. Stansfield’s protégée, Irene Kennedy, finds the ideal candidate in the wake of the Pan Am Lockerbie terrorist attack. Among the thousands grieving the victims is Mitch Rapp, a gifted college athlete, who wants only one thing: retribution. Six months of intense training prepares him to devastate the enemy with brutal efficiency, leaving a trail of bodies from Istanbul and across Europe, to Beirut. But there, the American assassin will need every ounce of skill and cunning to survive the war-ravaged city and its deadly terrorist factions.
“And that is understandable, but you must take comfort in the fact he will die a thousand deaths at the hands of whoever buys him today. He will experience more pain than we can even begin to imagine.” “None of that matters to me. I must kill him with my own hand.” A compromise occurred to Sayyed, one that he would never have to honor, but one that might be enough to keep Radih from ruining their chances of refilling their coffers. “I promise you, Abu, that whoever buys him today, I will make
him, “I don’t want any bullshit, PC, shrink stuff. You’re paid to voice your opinions. Not give me an endless stream of what ifs.” With that in mind Lewis put his glass down and said, “Two mistakes were made and you both know what they were.” Kennedy nodded, while Hurley said, “I can think of one. Her not doing her due diligence. What’s the second one?” “You can’t think of a single thing you did wrong today?” Lewis asked. “I’m not perfect, but this one’s not my fault.” Hurley pointed at
decided now was time to call in a few of his IOUs. The Pentagon had zero assets in the region and the CIA wasn’t much better. They were still trying to recover from the kidnapping, torture, and death of their Beirut station chief half a decade earlier. Langley did, however, have assets in Jordan, Syria, and Israel. Cummins, who had lived in Syria for the past three years, was the best bet. He’d built up some great contacts by passing himself off as a counterfeiter of U.S. currency and smuggler
He pushed back his chair and stood. “I’d like to show you something. I sat down and talked with him before all of you arrived. I think you will find this very interesting.” Lewis approached the surveillance control board and pressed a few buttons. A black-and-white image of Rapp appeared on the screen. He was sitting in the office on the first floor. Lewis’s voice came over the speakers. He was offscreen to the right. “That was unfortunate, what happened this afternoon.” Rapp sat still for a
him a dead-serious look. “Trust me, I’ve been there.” Hurley shuddered at the memory. “What?” Rapp asked. “You ever been to Venice?” “Yeah.” “The canals.” Hurley made a diving motion with his hands. “You dove into one of those canals?” Rapp asked while recalling their putrid shade of green. “And this was thirty years ago. They’re a lot cleaner now than they were back then.” The condo was raw exposed brick with heavy timber beams secured to each other by sturdy iron brackets with big bolts.