Killing for the Company: Just Another Day at the Office...
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Former SAS legend Chris Ryan brings you his sixteenth novel and it is full of all his trademark action, thrills and inside knowledge.
2003. Invalided out of the SAS Chet Freeman makes his living in high-end security, on a temporary contract for an American corporation called the Grosvenor Group. He catches a young woman, a peace campaigner, eavesdropping on a meeting the Group is holding with the British Prime Minister.
The Group's interests include arms manufacture, and what Chet and the young woman overhear seems to imply that it is bribing the Prime Minister to take his country into an illegal war. "Could this possibly be true? "Somebody believes that this is a secret that needs covering up, because Chet and the girl are attacked. Hunted down, they go into hiding, and a deadly game of cat and mouse begins.
Nearly ten years later tension is reaching breaking point in Jerusalem. The now ex-Prime Minister is working as a Middle East peace envoy. As the city descends into anarchy and rival armies are poised to turn it into a battlefield, Chet's best buddy, Luke, is part of a team tasked by the Regiment with extracting the ex-Prime Minister.At the height of the battle Luke discovers a conspiracy far more devastating than any arms deal.
The ops officer remained stony-faced, so Luke tightened his arm lock on the ambassador, who started to whimper like a kid. ‘Where’s the fucking key?’ O’Donoghue moved slowly, clearly worried that his actions would be misinterpreted. He pulled a bunch of keys from his pocket, selected one and then held it up. ‘I want to know it’s the right one. Lock the door.’ O’Donoghue’s face hardened. He examined the keys again, selected a different one and moved over the door. He inserted it into the lock
but he ignored them. Luke was a head taller than almost everyone else here, and a lot stronger. There was nothing anybody could do to stop him barging through. Ten metres from the wall he halted. The strange sound of the horn had filled the air again, and for some reason it chilled him. He scanned around. More men in traditional dress. Stop, he told himself. Think. He’d seen four people emerge from the van. Four bombers, he reckoned. But they wouldn’t be together. That would be a tactical
fucking surprise there. But he wasn’t Jordanian either. ‘Hey, buddy. Nobody called Maya here.’ He looked over at Abu Famir, who was still praying, then back at Amit. ‘You want to tell me who you’re working for?’ Amit took a few shallow breaths before he spoke again. ‘Abu Famir,’ he said. ‘I need to . . . I need to get him out . . . It doesn’t matter about me . . .’ Luke was about to reply when there was a noise from the mouth of the cave. A hiss. Finn was beckoning him over. ‘I’ll be back in
independently.’ The spook settled back in his chair and looked back towards the ops officer. ‘It’s not yet public knowledge,’ O’Donoghue continued, ‘but the decision has been made to commit four British Army battalions to the region. The Yanks are going in heavy, and the government wants to be seen to be supporting them.’ ‘Sounds familiar,’ someone murmured. O’Donoghue’s eyes flickered towards the Foreign Office representative, and although he said nothing, it was clear Duncan felt as negative
anyone called Suze.’ ‘We didn’t know each other long.’ Luke glanced at the boy. ‘Long enough,’ he said. ‘Yes,’ Suze replied without a trace of embarrassment. She sighed deeply. ‘Long enough for him to save my life. And lose his.’ ‘Go on.’ Suze closed her eyes. Her face was drawn, as though the effort of talking was too much for her. But when she opened her eyes and started to speak again, the words were like a flood. She talked. Luke listened. For all her nervousness, the story Suze told