Robert Ludlum's The Cassandra Compact: A Covert-one Novel
Language: English
Pages: 454
ISBN: B0073TG32A
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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Title: Robert Ludlum's The Cassandra Compact
Author: Ludlum, Robert/ Shelby, Philip
Publisher: St Martins Pr
Publication Date: 2011/03/29
Number of Pages: 454
Binding Type: PAPERBACK
Library of Congress: bl2011008877
behind the blast door.” “Jon—?” “Go, Megan.” Smith didn’t think of the time that he had left, of the odds of making it out of the chamber alive. He knew that men like Bauer, rich and powerful, seldom if ever paid for their crimes—especially since those who could have condemned them were already dead. Worse, Bauer would try again. Somewhere, sometime, there would be another Cassandra Compact. Smith hurried through the small decontamination pass-through—the size of a shower stall—and came up to
tonelessly. “However, I am cleared for COSMIC-level material, the kind that you would take to your president. Besides, I understand that you are not here in any official capacity. Are you?” “The lieutenant has my full confidence,” Kirov added. “You may speak freely here, Doctor.” “Fine,” Smith replied. “I will assume that this conversation is not being monitored and that the premises are secure.” “Take that as a given,” Kirov assured him. “Bioaparat,” Smith said. The single word elicited the
could, if properly dispersed, infect a population of a million or more. “What countermeasures have you initiated?” Kirov pressed a button on his desk and a wall panel slid back to reveal a giant screen. The action it depicted was in real time. He indicated a moving red dot. “An Ilyushin transport from the Medical Intelligence Division—our virus hunters—is en route to Vladimir. They will be the ones to enter Bioaparat—no one else.” He pointed to a blue circle. “This is the quarantine
the thought: “So he would know Gerd’s real name, wouldn’t he?” Chapter 22 When Ivan Beria failed to appear within the allotted time, the driver of the Lincoln walked away from the car. In that neighborhood, chances were good that it would be stolen within the next few hours. After that, it would either be professionally stripped in a chop shop or dismembered by petty thieves. Either way, it would disappear. Even if the authorities somehow got to it first, the car would yield few clues.
reservations. The Virginia Water and Power plant had that peculiar feel about it…used but not in use. Perfect for safe point Alpha. Smith circled almost the entire perimeter before he found a suitable entry point, where the fence met the river’s edge. Climbing over slippery rocks, he made his way around the fence, then sprinted across a section of the deserted parking lot to the nearest wall. After pausing to get his bearings he scanned the perimeter. He saw nothing, heard nothing except for