By Chris Ryan
The new blockbuster from bestselling writer Chris Ryan. Blackout -- 3 towns all lose strength. No-one claims accountability. Fears of a terrorist strike are imminent. Josh Harding is a tricky SAS soldier. but his forget for authority has landed him a secondment to MI6's anti-terrorism unit. within the wake of the mysterious 'Three towns' assaults, Josh reveals himself that allows you to america, at the path of a couple on intrepid younger hackers who're out to attempt and make themselves a fortune, and who're in grave threat from those that may kill for the secrets and techniques they've got controlled to discover -- tips on how to regulate the ability of the Western world. But quickly Josh unearths himself waking up in a ditch bloody and wounded, and with out reminiscence of who he's, how he obtained there, or how he received hurt. Yet something is certain -- Josh is at risk. Stranded within the Wild West, Josh needs to depend on his instincts as a soldier and at the kindness of a pretty stranger which will get away those that look cause on monitoring him down and killing him -- thinking about a mystery he cannot take note. His selection to find who he's, and what he was once doing there leads him into an explosive internet of company blackmail, deceit and greed -- the place the stakes are excessive and the place no-one may be trusted.From the Hardcover variation.
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A squadron of about thirty-six men would be enough for an assault, so long as they were properly armed and properly led. He picked up the satellite phone, checked the area to make sure that they were still hidden from view, then punched through the call. ' said Mark Bruton. The base camp was at Khost, about eighty miles back along the border. It served as the headquarters for the British and American soldiers who had been in the country since it had been invaded two years ago. Although it was three months now since Josh had been back there, it was the place he reported back to for orders.
My blood, Josh thought. He started to run a hand across his body, making a rough reckoning of the extent of his wounds. He had been shot in the neck, he guessed: there was a gaping flesh wound, and the bullet must have missed his windpipe only narrowly. He was lucky to be alive. The calf of his left leg had taken a hit as well. A chuck of flesh the size of his index finger had been blown away: he could still see pulpy, messy fragments of the torn tissue lying in the dirt. At least a pint of blood, maybe two, had been spilled already.
And now that I've finally tracked one of the bastards down, they're going to let him slip from my grasp. Another hour. It was three twenty-five now. More movement in the camp. The guard was drawing some water from the barrels strapped onto one of the trucks. For washing, thought Josh. That meant they would be leaving soon. 'There isn't much longer left,' he snapped into the phone. 'Relax,' said Bruton. 'The missiles are airborne, and the chopper is on its way. Get ready to evacuate. ' Josh stood on the hillside.
Blackout by Chris Ryan