The Survivor (A Mitch Rapp Novel)
Vince Flynn, Kyle Mills
Language: English
Pages: 464
ISBN: 1476783462
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The #1 New York Times bestselling novel that picks up where The Last Man left off, The Survivor is a no-holds-barred race to save America…and Mitch Rapp’s finest battle.
When Joe “Rick” Rickman, a former golden boy of the CIA, steals a massive amount of the Agency’s most classified documents in an elaborately masterminded betrayal of his country, CIA director Irene Kennedy has no choice but to send her most dangerous weapon after him: elite covert operative Mitch Rapp.
Rapp quickly dispatches the traitor, but Rickman proves to be a deadly threat to America even from beyond the grave. Eliminating Rickman didn’t solve all of the CIA’s problems—in fact, mysterious tip-offs are appearing all over the world, linking to the potentially devastating data that Rickman managed to store somewhere only he knew.
It’s a deadly race to the finish as both the Pakistanis and the Americans search desperately for Rickman’s accomplices, and for the confidential documents they are slowly leaking to the world. To save his country from being held hostage to a country set on becoming the world’s newest nuclear superpower, Mitch Rapp must outrun, outthink, and outgun his deadliest enemies yet.
an empty seat. “Four dead including the girl who was shot. Everyone else is stabilized and the team’s getting ready to take the sleds to Ukhta. They’ll be back stateside tomorrow morning.” Rapp nodded. Pavel Katdsyn’s people—particularly the children—had been in bad shape. He’d left McGraw and Wick to save as many as they could. Whatever was going to go down in Islamabad, it wouldn’t be a frontal assault on the heavily guarded presidential palace. The difference between him having three men and
of Rapp’s reputation and had prepared for what he believed was coming. Any sign of weakness or fear would be hidden for as long as possible. Gadai’s jaw clenched, anticipating the first of many blows. There was nothing Rapp would have liked more than to oblige him. Unfortunately, circumstances demanded a different strategy. He shook two pills from the bottle and held them out. “For the pain. I’ve taken shots like that to the vest and I know how bad it hurts.” Gadai was predictably suspicious.
pursue his own ambitions. It was this that would eventually make it necessary to get rid of the man. But not yet. In order for chaos to be averted, Taj’s coup would have to preserve as much of the existing political structure as possible. The illusion of normalcy was critical in the short term. “I assume you’re here with a proposal?” Shirani said, gaining still more confidence. He would know that whatever Taj had planned, it would be impossible without the consent of the army. Nothing in
blackened bodies of all those he had loved, the sound of their laughter ringing in his ears. It was shortly thereafter that he had joined with Mitch Rapp and the Americans. Not because he believed in their futile and unwelcome efforts to turn Afghanistan into a modern democracy. No, he’d simply seen them as a powerful ally in his quest to kill the men responsible for taking away his life. The Americans were a confused and naïve people, but generally the champions of peace and stability.
happened years—even decades—ago. To her, the memories were all equally vivid. She was perhaps not Bureau material anymore, but Mitch Rapp had been on the phone to her before she’d finished cleaning out her desk. Coleman had to admit that he’d been a little irritated when a woman who reminded him of his mother showed up at his company’s nondescript door to thank him not only for the job but for the generous mental health benefits. As usual, though, Rapp had been right. Bebe was worth her