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#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR VINCE FLYNN RETURNS WITH HIS MOST EXHILARATING POLITICAL THRILLER TO DATE, A PULSE-POUNDING TALE OF ESPIONAGE, COVERT INTELLIGENCE, AND COUNTERTERRORISM.

The action begins six days after a series of explosions devastated Washington, D.C., targeting the National Counterterrorism Center and killing 185 people, including public officials and CIA employees. It was a bizarre act of extreme violence that called for extreme measures on the part of elite counterterrorism operative Mitch Rapp and his trusted team member, Mike Nash. Now that the initial shock of the catastrophe is over, key Washington officials are up in arms over whether to make friends or foes of the agents who stepped between the enemy's bullets and countless American lives regardless of the legal consequences. Not for the first time, Rapp finds himself in the frustrating position of having to illustrate the realities of national security to politicians whose view from the sidelines is inevitably obstructed.

Meanwhile, three of the al Qaeda terrorists are still at large, and Rapp has been unofficially ordered to find them by any means necessary. No one knows the personal, physical, and emotional sacrifices required of the job better than Rapp. When he sees Nash cracking under the pressure of the mission and the memories of the horrors he witnessed during the terrorist attack, he makes a call he hopes will save his friend, assuage the naysayers on Capitol Hill, and get him one step closer to the enemy before it's too late. Once again, Rapp proves himself to be a hero unafraid "to walk the fine line between the moral high ground and violence" (The Salt Lake Tribune) for our country's safety, for the sake of freedom, for the pursuit of honor.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #46 in Books
• Published on: 2009-10-13
• Released on: 2009-10-13
• Original language: English
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Hardcover
• 448 pages

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• ISBN13: 9781416595168
• Condition: NEW
• Notes: Brand New from Publisher. No Remainder Mark.
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Review
"Flynn demonstrates that he truly understands the psyche of the enemy.... Really scary, so realistic." -- BOOKREPORTER.COM

"Fantastic." -- GLENN BECK

About the Author
Vince Flynn is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of 11 previous thrillers, including Protect and Defend, Extreme Measures, and Pursuit of Honor. He lives in the Twin Cities with his wife and three children. Visit his website at www.vinceflynn.com.

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Chapter 1

New York City

It was nearing ten o'clock in the evening when Mitch Rapp decided it was time to move. He stepped from the sedan into the April night, popped his umbrella, clutched the collar of his black trench coat, and set out across a rain soaked East 20th Street. He navigated the puddles and swollen gutter without complaint. The weather was a blessing. Not only did it clear the streets of potential witnesses, it also gave him a reasonable excuse to hide his face from the city's ever-increasing array of security cameras.

Rapp had traveled to New York City to decide the fate of a man. He had debated the wisdom of handling it himself. In addition to the inherent risk of getting caught, there was another, more pressing, problem. Just six days earlier a series of explosions had torn through Washington D.C., killing 185 and wounding hundreds. Three of the terrorists were still at large, and Rapp had been unofficially ordered to find them by any means necessary. So far, however, the investigation had been painfully complicated and had yet to yield a single solid lead. The three men had up and disappeared, which suggested a level of sophistication that few of them thought the enemy capable of. The last thing Rapp expected, though, was that he would still be dealing with this other issue. In light of the attacks in Washington, he thought the fool would have come to his senses.

Beyond the significance of deciding if the man should live or die, there was the aftermath to consider. Killing him had the very real potential of causing more problems than it would solve. If the guy failed to show up for work there would be a lot of questions, and the majority of them would be directed at Rapp and his boss, Irene Kennedy, the director of the Central Intelligence Agency. One tiny misstep, and the shit storm of all shit storms would be brought down on them.

The man in charge of the surveillance team had tried to talk him out of it, but Rapp wasn't the kind of man who was going to start pulling the trigger from a climate-controlled office a couple hundred miles away. He needed to see with his own eyes if they were missing something -- if there wasn't some unseen, or unpredictable event that had caused the bureaucrat to jump the tracks. Rapp was keenly aware of the universal disdain for the man he had followed to New York. There were plenty of people on the clandestine side of the business who had cause to wish the prick dead, and that was another reason Rapp needed to be absolutely certain he was guilty of what they suspected. His dislike for the man would make it all that much easier to pull the trigger, and Rapp knew he had to fight the urge. He needed to give this idiot every last chance to save himself before they did something that could never be undone.

It would be a mistake to read too deeply into Rapp's cautious attitude, though. If he found the proof he was looking for, there would be no handwringing or queasiness. He'd killed too many people to begin acting like an amateur now, and although the man was a fellow American, he was also very likely a traitor. And not some low-level, paper-pushing traitor, this guy had one of the highest security clearances in the federal government and his hypocrisy had likely gotten one of Rapp's agents killed.

Rapp moved down the sidewalk toward Park Avenue South at a casual pace. He was dressed in a fashion similar to the thousand plus executive car drivers who were shuffling their clients around the city on this rain soaked evening -- black shoes, black suit, white shirt, black tie and a black trench coat. To anyone who happened to notice him, he would look like just another driver out stretching his legs, trying to kill a little time before his client finished his meal and was ready to head someplace else or call it a night.

As Rapp took up a position across the street and one door down from Gramercy Tavern, he reached into his pocket and fished out a pack of Marlboros. Standing in the rain in New York City doing nothing might get you noticed, but throw in a cigarette and you looked like all the other addicts battling the elements to get their fix. Rapp turned away from the street and faced the blank façade of the building behind him. He tilted the umbrella so it looked like he was trying to block the wind and flicked his lighter. He was not worried about the wind, but he was worried about one of the other drivers catching a glimpse of his face in the glow of the flame.

After a deep pull off the cigarette, Rapp casually looked out from under the rain soaked umbrella and across the street. The target was sitting in one of the restaurant's big windows sharing a meal, a lot of booze and too much conversation with a man Rapp had never met, and hoped to keep that way. The other man was a concern to be sure, but Rapp was not in the habit of killing private citizens simply because they were witness to the ramblings of a bitter man who was past his prime.

Despite every effort to find a different solution to this problem, Rapp's mood was decidedly fatalistic. The surveillance team had the restaurant wired for sound and for the last two hours he had been sitting in a parked Lincoln Town Car listening to his coworker trash talk the Agency. As Rapp watched him take a sip of wine he wasn't sure what bothered him more, the man's self-serving criticisms, or his reckless behavior. One would think that anyone who worked at the CIA would be a little more careful about when and where they decided to commit treason.

So far his associate had done little more than espouse his political and philosophical views. Bad form to be sure, but nothing that had risen to the level of outright sedition. Rapp, however, could sense that it was coming. The man had been drinking heavily. He'd downed two gin martinis and four glasses of red wine, and that wasn't counting the bump or two he'd probably had on the flight up from D.C. and possibly the hotel bar. Rapp had ordered his surveillance people to steer clear of the airports. There were too many cameras and trained law enforcement types who would eventually be interviewed by the FBI. If the night went the way it was looking to go, every moment of this guy's life would be rewound and scrutinized, and they'd start with that U.S. Airways commuter flight he'd taken out of Reagan National up to LaGuardia earlier in the day.

Rapp casually took another drag from the cigarette and watched as the waiter placed two snifters of cognac in front of the men. A few minutes earlier, Rapp had listened as the other man tried to pass on the after dinner drink. Rapp got the feeling the man was starting to think the dinner meeting had been a waste of his time. Rapp's coworker, however, insisted that they both have a drink. He told the other man he was going to need it after he heard what he was about to tell him.

The waiter was still within earshot when the man from Langley leaned in, and began to tell his story. Rapp heard every word via a wireless earpiece. For the first few minutes it was all innuendo. Rapp's coworker put his information on the table in a series of hypotheticals, and while Rapp had no doubt that the lawyers at the Justice Department would have found wiggle room in the statements, Rapp saw it as further proof of the man's reckless intent. Anyone who had been read in at this level of national security knew what could be discussed and what was strictly off limits.

Rapp was in the midst of lighting his second cigarette when the conversation moved from the abstract to the concrete. It started with the specific mention of an operation that was known to only a handful of people, including the president. This is it, he thought to himself. The idiot is really going to do it.

As casually as he could, Rapp brought his eyes back to the big window of the restaurant. There, the two men sat, hunched over the table, their faces no more than a foot apart, one speaking in hushed tones, the other looking more horrified with each word. The classified designations came pouring out in a rapid-fire staccato of dates and targets. One secret after another was tossed onto the pile as if they were inconsequential nuggets of gossip. The breadth of the damage was even worse than Rapp had dared imagine. So bad, in fact, that he began wondering if he shouldn't simply march across the street, pull out his gun, and execute the idiot on the spot.

As quickly as things had heated up, though, they came to an abrupt halt. Living up to the role of a belligerent drunk who'd consumed one ounce too much of alcohol, the man from Langley put away his wares and announced that he'd only divulged a fraction of what he knew and that before he said anything further they needed to come to an agreement.

Up until now, Rapp had thought his coworker's rigid principles had driven him to take this risky step, but as he listened to the two men discuss the financial details of their new relationship, that last shred of begrudging respect vanished. Rapp looked through the rain at the traitor and realized that like the hundreds of miscreants who had gone before him, his coworker's often-flaunted idealism came with a price, just like all the other bastards.

Rapp flicked his cigarette into the gutter and watched it bob and swirl its way into the sewer. As he turned toward Park Avenue South he felt not even the tiniest bit of remorse over what he had just set in motion. Without having to look, he knew that a man bearing a striking resemblance to the traitor was now climbing into the back of a Lincoln Town Car. Every detail had been arranged from the eyeglasses, to the tie, to the hair color -- even the black and orange umbrella from the hotel. All that was left for Rapp to do was walk a block and a half and wait for the traitor to come to him.Copyright © 2009 by Vince Flynn

Customer Reviews

Flynn does it again--an excellent political thriller
As a huge Vince Flynn fan, I ran out and purchased this the minute the bookstore opened this morning and then sat and read it for most of the day. I think this is his best book in the last five years or so.

If you read Vince Flynn, then you know you can depend on him to tell it like it is with regards to Washington politics and terrorism through his political thrillers and in particular his hero Mitch Rapp. This book is off and running from the first sentence and doesn't stop until the end.

The book continues where Flynn's Extreme Measures: A Thriller (Mitch Rapp Novels) left off and opens after 185 people are killed in Washington DC; many at the National Counterterrorism Center and they include senators, staff, and cabinet. Mitch Rapp has rounded up the terrorists, but three escape and the chase is on. While Rapp is trying to find the escaped terrorists before they kill again, he is being investigated over his interrogation methods in Extreme Measures. Rapp also has to contend with Glen Adams, Inspector General of the CIA who wants to bring Rapp down via a Deep Throat scheme.

Mitch Rapp is both a simple and yet a complicated hero. He is single minded in his pursuit of America's safety. He is a pragmatic operative in terms of how he looks at terrorism and has little time for the games politicians play. Vince Flynn has developed a strong hero with many layers that when delicately pulled back reveal a complicated man on a mission to counteract terrorism; sanctioned or not. He'll do what is necessary to keep America safe.

I hate to get too specific since this is a thriller and it is easy to give spoilers that will ruin the read for folks, but this book rocks! Flynn has really managed to revitalize the series with this offering!

An Enjoyable But Alarming Book That Is All Too Similar To What is Going on in Washington Today
Mitch Rapp has been spending a lot of time in Washington lately, and the alarming thing is that Rapp and Irene Kennedy, head of the CIA are fighting the exact same battles we read about in the newspapers and hear about on television every day.

Congress and the American people who were so supportive of their efforts after 9/11 have now become moralists and are more worried about protecting the rights of foreign detainees than supporting Rapp, Kennedy and those sworn to give their lives to protect us.

This is a major thrust of "Pursuit of Honor," but it is also the major thrust of what is going on in Washington and politics today. Most of what the American people hear today would condemn what Rapp, Kennedy and the Vince Flynn's CIA call "extreme measures."
To support or condone "extreme measures" today (October,2009) would be considered to be un-American. Vince Flynn and Mitch Rapp at least give us the other side of the debate--and what could happen if the United States' loses its focus on the War on Terror.

Sometime truth is stranger (and more tragic) than fiction. Let's hope this is not one of those times.

Let this be said for Mitch Rapp--he is an over-achieving, under- appreciated American, counterterrorism at its best.

And Vince Flynn? He's the best, simply the best. And this is another great read from Flynn. His magic continues.

Be prepared to the read the last 75-80 pages at one sitting. And if you have a weak heart, have your medicine near by. This is a thriller. You would expect nothing less from Vince Flynn and Mitch Rapp.

It Was Just "Okay"
I bought the Kindle version of this book the day it came out - yes, I did receive $9.99 worth of value out of it as an entertainment factor. Flynn still writes a good story but, in my opinion, i think it's time to give Mitch Rapp a break in the action as things are coming fairly predictable. Here's the book outline (as well as several of the latest Rapp series books): a terrorist commits a vile act - in this case a continuation of the last story, the President says go get them but don't involve me for political cover, someone in Congress has a burning desire to crater the CIA in general and Mitch Rapp in particular, Mitch kills a bunch of people as judge/jury/executioner, and Rapp saves the day once again.

Again, I certainly think the price and entertainment value were in line. However, I think Vince Flynn is a great writer, but I'd like to see a new twist or plot develop from him vs. the tried and true Mitch Rapp cash machine. I think I will wait a little longer from the release date before buying the next one.