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Ellie O'Conner / Team 99 Thriller series by Jack Hardin (#1-2)
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Overview: Jack Hardin currently lives in Arlington, TX, with his stunning wife and five kids. He grew up in an Army family and spent half his childhood living in Germany, traveling all over Europe prior to the fall of the Iron Curtain. At nine years old he walked through Checkpoint Charlie and into East Berlin just one year before the Berlin Wall came down. He holds a 2nd degree black belt in Taekwondo, is proficient with bo staff and nunchucks, and has taught women's self-defense.
Genre: Thriller
A criminal hacking organization sanctioned by the Chinese state. American operatives with blown covers. Washington responds with TEAM 99.
1. 18 Dragons
Blood was congealing behind his teeth. Teeth that now resembled tiny, broken tombstones. He parted his swollen lips, and a long string of red mucus dripped toward the concrete floor. His head sagged painfully toward his naked chest.
The ropes cut into his wrists, keeping him suspended above the floor where the tips of his toes barely reached. It was dark in the small room. For now. Quiet too.
The man was Jonathan Nance. Five days before, he had entered North Korea for the third time in under a year. This time, as he had the previous two visits, Nance had arrived under the name of William Powell, with a cover of a freelance journalist. This trip, he had been treated with the same respect as before. When he had stepped off the airplane at Pyongyang International Airport, he had been escorted to a small, windowless room, where he was questioned about his intent for his visit and where he planned on staying each night. It was a typical course of action for the five to six thousand Westerners who visited the closed country every year.
After the questioning, he was assigned a liaison from the tourism bureau. Nance knew well enough that the liaison was not the DPRK’s way of showing hospitality, although it was always presented in such terms. No, the liaison was a diplomatic babysitter, there to ensure that North Korea’s Western guest did not take any unapproved pictures or visit an area of the country that may not reflect the full glory and wisdom of the Supreme Leader. The country had a GDP per capita of less than $1,000 per year, and Pyongyang went to great lengths to keep anything less than its architectural and artistic glories away from Western eyes.
Nance’s mission had been simple enough. Defectors who had fled the country over the last couple of years spoke of an underground leader who lived on the outskirts of Pyongyang in Kangnam County. Nance’s mission was to shake his liaison and then secure a clandestine meeting with the underground leader who had inside information on the inner workings of the Mansudae Assembly Hall, the seat of the Supreme People’s Assembly.
2. The Apostate
Amman, Jordan Amir’s hands were sweating. He rubbed them down the side of his jeans and looked over at Hassan. His friend did not look nervous. Hassan's disposition was calm, almost serene, with no hint of anxiety. Armir knew that the awful feeling of despair in the pit of his stomach did not mean that he was any less committed to their cause, and yet he had been unable to will it away.
Hassan stood up from the cafe table and tossed down a twenty dinar bill. Amir stood with him and followed him down the sidewalk where two white Mitsubishi Pajeros were parked next to the curb. Hassan dug two sets of keys from his pocket and handed one to Amir. He set his free hand on Amir’s shoulder. “It will be over soon,” he said.
“Yes, it will.”
“We must go.” Amir nodded but didn’t move. He stared blankly down the street. “Amir.”
Amir blinked and nodded. “Yes. Yes—I am ready.”
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Requirements: .ePUB Reader, 671 KB
Overview: Jack Hardin currently lives in Arlington, TX, with his stunning wife and five kids. He grew up in an Army family and spent half his childhood living in Germany, traveling all over Europe prior to the fall of the Iron Curtain. At nine years old he walked through Checkpoint Charlie and into East Berlin just one year before the Berlin Wall came down. He holds a 2nd degree black belt in Taekwondo, is proficient with bo staff and nunchucks, and has taught women's self-defense.
Genre: Thriller
A criminal hacking organization sanctioned by the Chinese state. American operatives with blown covers. Washington responds with TEAM 99.
1. 18 Dragons
Blood was congealing behind his teeth. Teeth that now resembled tiny, broken tombstones. He parted his swollen lips, and a long string of red mucus dripped toward the concrete floor. His head sagged painfully toward his naked chest.
The ropes cut into his wrists, keeping him suspended above the floor where the tips of his toes barely reached. It was dark in the small room. For now. Quiet too.
The man was Jonathan Nance. Five days before, he had entered North Korea for the third time in under a year. This time, as he had the previous two visits, Nance had arrived under the name of William Powell, with a cover of a freelance journalist. This trip, he had been treated with the same respect as before. When he had stepped off the airplane at Pyongyang International Airport, he had been escorted to a small, windowless room, where he was questioned about his intent for his visit and where he planned on staying each night. It was a typical course of action for the five to six thousand Westerners who visited the closed country every year.
After the questioning, he was assigned a liaison from the tourism bureau. Nance knew well enough that the liaison was not the DPRK’s way of showing hospitality, although it was always presented in such terms. No, the liaison was a diplomatic babysitter, there to ensure that North Korea’s Western guest did not take any unapproved pictures or visit an area of the country that may not reflect the full glory and wisdom of the Supreme Leader. The country had a GDP per capita of less than $1,000 per year, and Pyongyang went to great lengths to keep anything less than its architectural and artistic glories away from Western eyes.
Nance’s mission had been simple enough. Defectors who had fled the country over the last couple of years spoke of an underground leader who lived on the outskirts of Pyongyang in Kangnam County. Nance’s mission was to shake his liaison and then secure a clandestine meeting with the underground leader who had inside information on the inner workings of the Mansudae Assembly Hall, the seat of the Supreme People’s Assembly.
2. The Apostate
Amman, Jordan Amir’s hands were sweating. He rubbed them down the side of his jeans and looked over at Hassan. His friend did not look nervous. Hassan's disposition was calm, almost serene, with no hint of anxiety. Armir knew that the awful feeling of despair in the pit of his stomach did not mean that he was any less committed to their cause, and yet he had been unable to will it away.
Hassan stood up from the cafe table and tossed down a twenty dinar bill. Amir stood with him and followed him down the sidewalk where two white Mitsubishi Pajeros were parked next to the curb. Hassan dug two sets of keys from his pocket and handed one to Amir. He set his free hand on Amir’s shoulder. “It will be over soon,” he said.
“Yes, it will.”
“We must go.” Amir nodded but didn’t move. He stared blankly down the street. “Amir.”
Amir blinked and nodded. “Yes. Yes—I am ready.”
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