The Increment
Chris Ryan
Language: English
Pages: 448
ISBN: 0099556626
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Three years ago Matt Browning was thrown out of the unit for questioning an order – and he was on his way out of the SAS. Now, just when he thinks he has put military life behind him, he finds himself dragged back into action.
MI6 are demanding he helps a giant drugs company destroy copies of its medicines being produced by Eastern European gangsters. But the mission is not what it seems.
An old friend from the Army has turned into a homicidal maniac – and so are soldiers from around the country. Suddenly Matt finds himself thrust into the centre of a deadly mystery.
As the answers start to unravel, Matt finds himself the only man in possession of a terrifying secret. Alone and on the run he is up against The Increment – the most ruthless, lethal killing machine on earth.
From the Paperback edition.
slowed to a crawl. God’s way of giving you plenty of time to list all your regrets, one of them had remarked bitterly. Matt heard a shriek, a cry, and then a whimper. He looked up. Godsall was lying on the floor of the carriage, a thin line of blood sparkling like red wine at the side of his head. TWENTY-SIX ORLENA STEPPED FORWARD, the one-inch heels of her black leather slingbacks treading carefully over Godsall’s bleeding body. Her hair was tied back, held in place by an ivory pin, and her
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casualties, thought Matt. I wouldn’t call that OK. ‘Let’s get these fires out,’ said Orlena, walking into the room. ‘I want all the data on these computers transported back to London.’ ‘We came here to destroy a factory,’ snapped Matt. ‘Not to play the IT department.’ ‘You came here to follow my instructions,’ said Orlena icily. Matt glanced across at her. One man was lying on the floor, blood seeping from multiple wounds, another was gently burning. Yet Orlena stepped over them as if they
wheel of the vehicle crashing into his head. In front of them, the guard in the Merc fired off a warning shot in the direction of Malenkov, then slammed the car door shut, and Leshko spun round, a look of terror on his face. The Land Rover had slowed after hitting the guard, but it had not stalled. In the split second available, Leshko tried desperately to save himself, throwing himself to the right, but the vehicle crushed into his left thigh, spinning his body sideways, and sending it high
places, but it might be hard to get in and out again without being stopped. She doesn’t work nights.’ He paused, glancing down at the picture. ‘I think it would be better if we could take her on our territory, not hers.’ Matt slammed the phone down. He had just spoken to Janey back at the Last Trumpet. The bar was doing well: despite the intense heat of the summer, there were still plenty of tourists, and they were staying in the bar for half the night, trying to get enough liquids down their