Dire Straits (Derek Stillwater Thriller Book 5)
Mark Terry
Language: English
Pages: 79
ISBN: B007HS9GB2
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
It's 1991. Derek Stillwater, fresh out of Army Special Forces, is on his first undercover mission for the Central Intelligence Agency - infiltrate a pharmaceutical company in Cuba to determine if they are manufacturing biological weapons. Nothing in Cuba is as it seems - and neither is Derek's mission. Soon Derek is on the run from Cuban intelligence with only one avenue of escape - a stolen kayak, heading into the teeth of a storm on the Straits of Cuba.
in Spanish and English: “Halt! You are under arrest! Don’t move!” The Zodiac was still thirty or forty yards off shore. Half a dozen uniformed men rushed toward Derek. Somebody fired a rifle at the boat. With a roar, the Zodiac spun in the waves and headed back out to sea. Derek turned on his heels and sprinted into the trees. Bullets chewed the air around him. More shouts. The soldiers thundered after him. For one disorienting moment, Derek wasn’t sure of where the motorcycle was. Racing
he’d shredded his right leg and hips. He was sure as hell bleeding. And sure as hell lucky. Rolling to his feet, pain shot up through his leg and his side. Behind him, a uniformed cop staggered out of the car, the shoulder of his uniform dark with blood. He raised a handgun. Derek shot him. Turning, he levered up the motorcycle, whose engine had cut out. He straddled it with some difficulty and tried to kick it into life. Nothing. Shit! He tried again. Still nothing. He turned to see the
and biotechnology, were some of the most robust in the world. Go figure. TLM Biotechnology, Inc. was a legitimate biotechnology firm founded and operated by a pair of college friends, one American, one Canadian. They were on very good terms with the Central Intelligence Agency, providing a number of their non-official cover (NOC) agents with background to travel internationally under the guise of various business aspects of the biotechnology and pharmaceutical industry. TLM Biotechnology had a
also hoped it wasn’t bearing down on him. As it was, if a storm surged out of the east, he might get blown deep into the Gulf of Mexico. In the precious seconds he had taken to stop paddling and check the compass, the kayak had spun in the waves, turning broadside to the swells. The kayak tilted precariously. Derek gripped the paddle with white knuckles, urgently stroking to bring the kayak around into the wave. He felt the world tip. He dug in hard. It felt like paddling cement. Then he was
and vanity, certainly. Having sex with Coro Gomez, if the opportunity arose, wouldn’t seem to compromise him because he wasn’t married or involved with anyone. It was also something he was just plain planning on avoiding, no matter how attractive and sexy she seemed. His job was to get into the CBC, evaluate its manufacturing facilities, and fly home. If possible, he was to steal a sample or take a photograph or otherwise find proof that their vaccine and pharmaceutical manufacturing facilities