Days of Rage: A Pike Logan Thriller
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From Brad Taylor, New York Times bestselling author of the Pike Logan Thrillers, comes an electrifying new novel...
Pike Logan and the Taskforce are used to being the hunters, but this time they’re the hunted.
Intent on embroiling the US in a quagmire that will sap its economy and drain its legitimacy, Russia passes a potential weapon of mass destruction to Boko Haram, an extreme Islamic sect in Nigeria.The Russian FSB believes the weapon, a relic of the Cold War, has deteriorated and is no longer effective, but they are wrong. Boko Haram has the means for mass destruction, which will be set loose upon a multitude of unsuspecting innoncents on one of the world’s grandest stages.
Trying to uncover who might be stalking them, Pike Logan and the Taskforce have no idea what has been set in motion. But there is another secret from the Cold War buried in the Russian FSB, and exposing it will mean the difference between life and death for millions.
get the Bongo truck. The Volvo was a strange little two-door hatchback, with the hatch made completely of glass, but it was comfortable. I probably could have made it fly if I could figure out all the electronics inside. I gave Knuckles, as the eye, a chance to clear the area, then left the parking lot myself, saying, “Lock on, Knuckles. Still south?” “Yeah, he’s two cars up and headed straight down Highway 86. I’ve got Retro to my rear ready to pass.” “Roger all. We’re to your six, dragging
would have called if they’d seen the Americans. Trust me, they’re focusing on something else right now.” 22 I was debating having Jennifer climb when my earpiece chirped. “Retro, this is Knuckles. Give me a lock-on. You have Chiclet?” I cut in, “All stations, all stations, ignore Chiclet. Knuckles, you come down south, around the turn. Tell me if there’s a car on the road. He’ll be pulled over looking at where Turbo went down. Break—break, Decoy, you still staged?” “Yes. Got you, lima
redirected them. I have them on the laptop at my hotel, and they might help you figure out who attacked your men.” The man leaned back, skepticism on his face. The brunette said, “So you’ll help?” Aaron said, “That depends. First, what is your intention with Shoshana? Second, what assurances do I have that you won’t take what I show you and attempt to use the information, either with the Turks or someone else?” The man said, “You have no assurances other than my word. I don’t give a shit about
whatever plan they had in motion was destroyed by Daniel and Shoshana. There will be no attack.” “Maybe. Maybe not. Why do you know so much about this Vlad guy?” “Because we do not trust him. He’s linked to terrorist events.” “Precisely. So you should want to help me get rid of the Berlin group, beyond killing the Syrian. You stopped the symptom, but I’m talking about halting the disease.” “Why are you asking for my help? You’re the mighty United States.” “Yeah, well, even that’s not enough
the split second between the trigger breaking the plane of no return and the subsonic round exiting the barrel, an unknown woman tackled the man from behind, grabbing his hair and jerking him off of his feet. He saw the round strike, but instead of splitting his head it hit the man in the shoulder. The pair tumbled to the ground, falling behind a row of trash cans, the woman’s upper torso the only thing in view. He centered the weapon and squeezed again, the round’s impact lost. He saw Kristov