{"product_id":"mission-critical-isbn-9780451488954","title":"Mission Critical","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eTHE NEW YORK TIMES\u003c\/i\u003e BESTSELLER \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrom Mark Greaney, the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eGunmetal Gray\u003c\/i\u003e and a coauthor of Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan novels, comes a high-stakes thriller featuring the world's most dangerous assassin: the Gray Man.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCourt Gentry's flight on a CIA transport plane is interrupted when a security team brings a hooded man aboard. They want to kick Gentry off the flight but are overruled by CIA headquarters. The mystery man is being transported to England where a joint CIA\/MI6 team will interrogate him about a mole in Langley.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen they land in an isolated airbase in the U.K., they are attacked by a hostile force who kidnaps the prisoner. Only Gentry escapes. His handlers send him after the attackers, but what can one operative do against a trained team of assassins? A lot, when that operative is the Gray Man.\u003cb\u003e“I LOVE THE GRAY MAN.”—#1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author Lee Child\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e“BOURNE FOR THE NEW MILLENNIUM.”—\u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author James Rollins\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eMission Critical\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“This novel is vintage Greaney, with a tight plot, a ticking clock, and a sympathetic antihero…This is good, Clancy-esque entertainment. May the evildoers of the world have nightmares that Violator becomes a real person.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“The latest in the Gray Man series continues to demonstrate why Greaney belongs in the upper echelon of special-ops thriller authors.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Greaney knows what military action fans want and delivers in spades.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Mesmerizing…Equal parts revenge drama and conspiracy tale, \u003ci\u003eMission Critical\u003c\/i\u003e combines the best of John le Carré and Robert Ludlum. Greaney has fashioned a masterpiece of an action thriller, mixed with deep-seated global politics, placing him on level footing with the likes of Brad Thor, Brad Taylor and the late, great Vince Flynn.”—\u003ci\u003eProvidence Journal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“The latest in the Gray Man series continues to demonstrate why Greaney belongs in the upper echelon of special-ops thriller authors.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for\u003ci\u003e Agent in Place\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Reminiscent of John le Carré…Exquisite in its execution, the relentlessly riveting, “Agent in Place” firmly plants Greaney alongside Brad Taylor and Brad Thor as the masters of this thriller subgenre.”\u003ci\u003e—Providence Journal \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Readers of the great Tom Clancy will salivate over this fast-moving and well-plotted yarn, which is part of a consistently appealing series in which each assignment is billed as the most dangerous ever. Somehow, Greaney cranks out one winner after another. That's a lot of work for the Gray Man and plenty of vicarious pleasure for thriller fans.”\u003ci\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Greaney’s steady escalation of the risks that Court faces, and the exceedingly clever ways he tackles them, make this entry in the exemplary Gray Man series a can’t-miss.”\u003ci\u003e—Publishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eGunmetal Gray\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fans of RPG, Hong Kong action films, and high-octane storytelling will love the Gray Man, who battles full-bore through this fast-paced series.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“A nonstop barrage of action.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Memphis Commercial Appeal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Jam-packed with action and adventure. It is as modern as tomorrow’s headlines and moves with fascinating speed from country to country.”—\u003ci\u003eLincoln Journal Star \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e“This one is fat, fast, and fun. Clancy’s spirit lives on.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cb\u003eMark Greaney\u003c\/b\u003e has a degree in international relations and political science. In his research for the Gray Man novels, including \u003ci\u003eAgent in Place\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eGunmetal Gray\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBack Blast\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eDead Eye\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBallistic\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eOn Target\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe Gray Man\u003c\/i\u003e, he traveled to more than fifteen countries and trained alongside military and law enforcement in the use of firearms, battlefield medicine, and close-range combative tactics. He is also the author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestsellers \u003ci\u003eTom Clancy Support and Defend\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eTom Clancy Full Force and Effect\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eTom Clancy Commander in Chief\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eTom Clancy True Faith and Allegiance\u003c\/i\u003e. With Tom Clancy, he coauthored \u003ci\u003eLocked On\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThreat Vector\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eCommand Authority\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cp\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhile an evening rain threatened outside, inside the well-appointed three-car garage gym a woman worked out alone. With her shoulder-length brunette hair tied in a ponytail, a blue American University T-shirt, and gray yoga pants, she did push-ups and crunches, pounded and kicked a heavy bag, and slung dumbbells, all before heading over to the climbing ropes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe garage ceiling was just ten feet up, so the ropes weren't very high, but they were three feet apart and a challenge to climb. The woman grasped them both with gloved hands and began ascending, one hand grabbing and pulling while the other slid up the opposite rope to a higher position, then closed down in a viselike grip to heave her body higher.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHer arms and back and shoulders did all the work; she let her feet hang, swinging back and forth as she climbed, using her upper body for power. At the ceiling she shifted both hands to the same rope and climbed down.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eImmediately she started back up again on both ropes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhile she worked out, a muscular bald-headed man in a Windbreaker and cargo pants looked in on her from time to time from his position on the driveway. He wore a Beretta pistol on a utility belt around his waist, as well as handcuffs, Mace, and a radio. Beyond him in the woods another man strolled with a rifle across his chest.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs the woman dropped down after her fourth time up the ropes she doubled forward and put her hands on her knees, struggling to catch her breath.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe bald man on the driveway chided her. \"Suck it up, snowflake! Back at BUD's we had to climb a rope three times higher, five times, after about a thousand push-ups.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe faced away from him, but she took one hand off a knee and flipped him the middle finger over her shoulder.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man looked at her rear end, covered in the yoga pants. \"Anytime, sugar.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe woman ignored him, put her hands on the floor, and kicked her feet up into a handstand. In this position she slowly walked her hands the length of the garage, her arms straining. Steadying her body against the back wall, she did a few handstand press-ups.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA minute after this she unhooked the heavy bag from its chain and hefted all 120 pounds of it onto her shoulder. With it she ran across the three-car garage, from one wall to the other, spun, and ran back.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe completed the circuit ten times.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs the woman dropped the bag onto the ground for a moment's rest, she knelt again with her hands to her knees and her chest heaving. Through her labored breaths she heard a transmission through the walkie-talkie on the leering guard's utility belt. The muscular man responded through the radio, then called out to her.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You ready, sunshine? I'll take you to your room to change first.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya Zakharova grabbed her towel and her bottle of water, and she headed for the door to the safe house.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e¥   ¥   ¥\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA minute later they walked down a long, brightly lit basement hallway. The security officer said, ÒJust you and me down here in holding tonight between twenty-two hundred hours to sunup. That means I have access to all the cams, and all the keys.Ó He turned to look at her but she kept walking, her eyes ahead and her face covered with sweat. ÒIÕve also got access to a couple bottles of cabernet I brought in my kit bag. I could flip off any video evidence, come to your room after lights out, and you and I could have ourselves a pretty sweet evening.Ó\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya kept walking. She answered him in perfect English, with no hint of any accent. \"William, my answer was a polite 'no' the first ten times you propositioned me, and then a firm 'no' the next ten times. Do you really want to find out what comes next?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I can handle whatever you can dish out, sugar.\" He said it with a confident smile.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe brunette let out a little laugh as she walked. \"You're something out of a bad movie.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"So . . . that's a maybe? Girl, you gotta be lonely cooped up in here for four months.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eShe did look at him now, eyed him up and down as they walked. \"Not that lonely.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man didn't seem to take offense, but he said, \"You know, I defend you to the other guys, but they're right about you. You really are mean as a snake.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya looked straight ahead as she headed to her room. \"That's the thing about snakes, William. They aren't mean. They just prefer to be left alone.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya showered and changed into jeans and a black George Washington University sweatshirt. Her hair was still pulled back, and she walked with William to a third-floor library in the nine-thousand-square-foot CIA safe house. Two more security men stood outside the door, and they opened it for Zoya, who entered alone.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCIA Programs and Plans officer Suzanne Brewer was already seated at the table in the center of the room, a pair of thermoses of hot tea positioned in front of her. A hand rested atop a thick brown folder. She was forty-one years old, with blond hair just past her shoulders, and wore a navy blue business suit that fit her lean frame perfectly. Her glasses were functional, not stylish and she held the tip of a pen to her mouth, then took it away to speak.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Hi, Zoya.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe younger woman sat down across the small table. \"You're late, Suzanne. Of course I can't say how late, because I haven't been trusted with access to a clock, but it's dark outside. Usually you are here earlier.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You have a date?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya reached for her tea. \"Maybe.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrewer replied, \"I'd have to sign you out for that, and I haven't seen any paperwork.\" When Zoya did not respond she added, \"Traffic was shit. Even more so than usual. Shall we begin?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe brunette nodded, then looked out the window at the rain in the swaying trees.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrewer turned on a small digital recorder lying on the table. \"Tonight will be interview number ninety-four. Should just take a couple of hours, and then you can go back to your room.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"My cell, you mean?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrewer sighed a little. \"The basement was designed as a holding center, true, but there are no bars. We lock you down at night, for your own safety, but during the day you have the run of the house.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"With security watching my every move.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Ah, glad you mentioned the security. I'm told you've been surly with the guards.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Not all of them. Just the ones who won't stop making passes at me.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSuzanne frowned at this. \"Well, that's unprofessional of them. Who are they? I'll have them removed.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya waved a hand in front of her. \"Not necessary. They're harmless.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"If they're on my security staff I don't want them to be harmless. I also don't want them hitting on the guests.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya sniffed. \"Guests.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Listen, we've been through this. This isn't a prison. It's a safe house. The guards are here to keep you safe. You are an asset in the making, and we're protecting our investment.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya gazed out the window.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrewer added, \"Look. I wasn't going to tell you tonight, but since you're obviously in a mood, I will. I have some good news. You've been assigned an operational code name.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"How many guesses do I get?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrewer was confused. \"I don't know what you-\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eStill looking past Brewer to the rain, she said, \"Anthem. My code name with CIA is Anthem.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrewer blinked hard, and then her shoulders sagged. \"Which one of these bozos around here let that slip?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I hear things. That's all.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe older woman closed her eyes in frustration now. \"Idiots.\" Opening them again, she asked, \"What else have you heard them say?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"The short version is you and I have about the same approval numbers with the security boys here\"-Zoya smiled a little-\"and I come from an enemy service.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrewer didn't seem to give a damn that she wasn't well liked by the detail at this safe house. Instead she said, \"Again, Anthem, no one thinks of you as enemy. You came in willingly, you've endured months of debriefs, psych evals, testing, polygraphs. We're weeks away from cutting you loose so you can serve as a detached agent of our service.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya nodded slowly, still looking out the window at the rain falling in the woods behind the house. \"I have been well flipped.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe comment hung in the air a long time, until Brewer said, \"I thought you'd like to know. I finally heard from Violator. He's fine.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya stared back at her now. \"You mean Court.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Correct.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Russian woman cocked her head a little. \"Have I asked you anything about him in the months I've been here?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"No . . . but I am aware of the feelings you two had for one another. Beneath your hard exterior I'm sure those feelings remain. I just wanted to tell you he checked in safe today.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eZoya nodded distractedly, then looked down to the folder on the table. \"What do you have there?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrewer pulled out a sheaf of papers, facedown, and Zoya's dispassionate demeanor broke a moment as she looked at it in silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You've been asking me to show you the file regarding the death of your father. I was hesitant . . . We have no questions or suspicions about the matter, so there's nothing we need from you. On top of this . . . the photographs and details in the file could be quite . . . upsetting, especially to the child of the victim.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I am not a normal child of a victim, am I? I spent ten years in Russia's foreign security services myself, and my father was-\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Your father,\" Suzanne Brewer interrupted, \"was General Feodor Zakharov, the head of Russian military intelligence. Yes . . . you are an exceptional case, to say the least.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrewer paused for a sip of tea, and Zoya took the opportunity to glance down again at the stack of papers.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe American woman lowered her thermos and said, \"Here's what we've established from our debriefs. You were away in college in California when you learned he'd been killed in a mortar attack in Dagestan along with several other GRU men. After graduating UCLA you returned to Russia, following your late father into the intelligence services, but with SVR, not GRU.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAfter Zoya nodded, Brewer added, \"Your father would have been proud of you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe Russian woman did not return the smile. \"Not for defecting. He was a true believer in the motherland. I'm a true believer in myself. Not the same.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBrewer kept looking at the Russian national for several more seconds, then tapped the file with the tip of her pen. \"Again, this . . . information, these pictures. They will be disturbing to you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I can handle it. May I see them, please?\" There was a small hint of emotion in Zoya's voice now, even though she tried to hide it.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAfter another moment's pause, Suzanne Brewer turned over the papers and spun them around on the table.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Don't say I didn't warn you.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e¥   ¥   ¥\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt was one thirty a.m. in the tony London neighborhood of Notting Hill when a sixty-two-year-old man with a thick dark beard and mustache lifted his head slowly and looked at his nightstand. He blinked out the fog, scanned the row of five mobile phones lying there in a charging cradle, and snatched up the one whose buzzing had woken him from a deep sleep.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe rolled onto his back again and rubbed his eyes as he answered in a heavy British accent.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Who's calling, please?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe voice was American English. Soft and rushed. \"Mr. Black? It's me. It's Barnacle.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man in bed sighed and rubbed his eyes. \"I am in Europe, as you well know, which means it is the bloody middle of the night here. If this is about the matter we discussed yesterday, I assure you that-\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"No, it's not about that. Something's happened.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"I told you to calm down and-\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"You'll want to hear this.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man in bed yawned. \"Go on, then.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Some time back you had me flag a list of files in our system, with orders to contact you immediately if they were ever accessed, updated, or shared with other intelligence or law enforcement agencies.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man in bed sat up quickly, and he pressed the phone tighter against his ear. \"I did, indeed. Something's come up?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Yes, sir. Forty pages were printed out this evening at six twenty-eight local time, about an hour ago. It's one of the personality files you asked me to monitor.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"There are dozens of personalities on our watch list. Which file was accessed?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"A man named Zakharov. General Feodor Ivanovich Zakharov. He was the head of GRU, killed in Dagestan over ten years ago.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe man in Notting Hill rubbed his thick beard, grabbed a pen and notepad from his nightstand, and stormed towards the balcony off his bedroom to suck in some cool night air. \"I recall the name. I don't believe you've reported that this particular file has been accessed since you and I began our partnership.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"No one has pulled it in years . . . until tonight.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Who printed the file?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"The login belongs to Suzanne Brewer. She's in Programs and Plans, but is basically working under Matt Hanley, deputy director of Operations. She's involved in some off-book activities, working on a sub rosa project called Poison Apple; certainly nothing I have access to.\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Interesting.\" Barnacle was a code name, just as Mr. Black was. Black was David Mars, and Barnacle was the name used for Mars's inside man at the CIA. A man who had begun selling information about code-worded operations to the highest bidder. Chinese, Iranians . . . and David Mars.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBarnacle added, \"It gets even more interesting. This file wasn't printed out at Langley. It was printed out at an outside SCIF. That's a Sensitive Compartmented Information Facil-\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMars answered in a bark. He was wide awake and engaged now. \"I know what a bloody SCIF is! Where is it?\"\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"Yes, of course. Uh . . . we have a safe house in Great Falls, Virginia. Twenty minutes up the Georgetown Pike from Langley. We use it for long-term debriefs and high-value detainee holding, mostly. There's a vault on site and it was printed there. I checked . . . 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