![]() Bleed them until they began to have doubts, until they lay awake at night wondering if they were next. Rapp’s singular goal was to take the fight to these men. Unsuspecting fools who thought themselves safe after years of the United States doing little or nothing to pursue them for their involvement in various terrorist attacks. Thirty minutes later, he was on a ferry slicing through the warm morning air of the Aegean Sea, headed for the island of Crete. He fired one more kill shot into the man’s brainpan for good measure and calmly left the building. Rapp stood on the toilet seat, leaned over the divider, called out the man’s name, and then after their eyes met, he smiled and sent a single 9mm hollow-tipped round through the top of the man’s head. On the fourth day, Rapp waited in the middle stall of three and at the appointed hour his target sat down on his right. Other than catching people asleep, the next best thing was catching them with their pants down. After arriving at work, the man had one more cup of coffee and then went down the hall with his newspaper and took a prolonged visit to the men’s room. As he studied his target, he noticed another habit. It wouldn’t have been difficult, but witnesses were always a concern, and a police officer could always stumble by at the wrong moment. Rapp had considered shooting him on the sidewalk, as there was plenty of cover and distraction. His target walked the same bustling sidewalk every morning from his apartment to his office. Three weeks earlier Rapp had been in Athens. If it took world-class athletes hours to warm up before a major event, how would a man defend himself when yanked from deep sleep? However, Rapp could not always choose the appointed hour, and occasionally a target’s habits created an opening that was so painfully obvious, he simply couldn’t ignore the opportunity. ![]() As a rule, the best time to strike was this witching hour, between dusk and dawn, when the overwhelming majority of the human race was asleep, or trying to sleep. ![]() The way people lived their lives and met their basic needs.Īll men also had their own unique attributes, and these often manifested themselves in habits-habits that Rapp had learned to exploit. It was the basic drumbeat of humanity the world over. They slept, woke, ate, worked, ate some more, worked some more, ate again, watched TV, and then went to sleep again. For all of the hang-ups about individuality, few understood that for the most part, people’s actions were habitual. They had their similarities just like people. Every city had its own unique feel, and Rapp had learned to pay attention to the ebb and flow of their natural rhythms. It was that rare moment of relative inactivity that even a city as vibrant as Paris fell under once each day. Sunrise was a few hours off and the flow of late-night revelers had faded to a trickle. He glanced at the balcony two floors below and then looked out across the City of Light. RAPP secured the gray nylon rope to a cast-iron vent stack and walked to the edge of the roof. ![]() The non-stop and realistic action proves that “Flynn is a master-maybe the master-of writing thriller novels in which the pages seem to turn themselves” ( Bookreporter). The stakes are higher than they’ve ever been as Mitch Rapp embarks on the journey that will turn him into America’s most deadly asset. Because if anyone can survive and come out on top, no matter whom he must kill to get there, it’s Mitch Rapp. Operating on his own and outside the control of his handlers, it soon becomes clear that nothing is more dangerous than a wounded and cornered man. In the same instant, he has become a liability. The tables have turned, and Rapp finds himself brutally outnumbered. His latest target takes him to Paris but in the split second it takes the bullet to leave Rapp’s silenced pistol, everything changes. In the year since the CIA fully trained and then unleashed him, Mitch Rapp has been steadily working his way through a list of men, bullet by bullet. #1 New York Times bestselling author of American Assassin-now a major motion picture-and “the voice of today’s postmodern thriller generation” ( The Providence Journal) delivers a pulse-pounding novel starring a young, hungry, and lethal operative named Mitch Rapp as he begins his career as a CIA superagent.
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