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Can a single-minded assassin reclaim
his humanity?
For years Last Strike has faithfully
served Unknown Identities, the covert agency that saved his life.
With no memory of his previous identity, he's become exactly what the
program needs him to be: an unstoppable assassin.
Dr. Daria Johannson joined a top secret
scientific research team with the noble goal of preventing loss of
life on the battlefield. When they used her innovations to turn her
first patient into a cold-blooded killer, she vowed to make amends
and expose the dangerous UI program.
When Daria becomes Last Strike's
target, her only hope of escape is reminding him of the past he's
forgotten. With her life in his hands, will he follow his training or
fight for a chance to live - and love - again?
Unknown Identities - an alternative for elite soldiers and spies facing criminal charges... if they can survive the program.
Unknown Identities - an alternative for elite soldiers and spies facing criminal charges... if they can survive the program.
Excerpt from Last Strike
Colfair, Iowa
March 25, 2:45 p.m.
Last Strike stood sentry on the
sidewalk near the black sedan, heedless of the wind tugging at his
long coat. Hands relaxed at his sides, eyes sheltered by dark
sunglasses, he resembled the rest of the protection detail stationed
around town.
That faulty assumption would be the
last mistake of any attacker who managed to get this close to the man
inside the car. Being underestimated was one of the things he enjoyed
about his job. It gave him one more advantage in a deck already
stacked in his favor.
“Boston in February. Yes. That is the
logical explanation.”
Last Strike heard his boss’s voice
through the cracked window. He didn’t bother to speculate or put
the words into context. Not his job. His boss, code name Messenger,
had global interests, while he had only one: do Messenger’s
bidding. At the moment, that was keeping an eye out for danger in
this sleepy little town.
Behind his sunglasses, he scanned the
street for anyone showing too much interest in them.
About now, he wished they were in
Prague or Hong Kong. This small-town slice of the Midwest oozing
Americana put an itch between his shoulder blades. Give him the raw
honesty of urban decay any day over this grating façade of peace and
contentment. To a man, the people here would weep if they knew who
stood on this pristine, family-value street. He experienced a rare
struggle with temptation as he imagined a violent scene, allowing
none of that to show as he stood, unflinching, a consistently
faultless example for the other bodyguards.
“All of the evidence indicated they
were dead,” Messenger said. Last Strike felt the chill of his
boss’s gaze, but he would not cease his surveillance duty until
ordered to do so.
His world was simple and his concerns
few. He followed the orders issued by the man inside this car. Always
in an expensive gray suit, his boss managed Unknown Identities (UI),
a covert network of uniquely skilled operatives. To be recruited was
an honor extended to those men and women who were out of conventional
options, usually due to poor personal choices or some horrendous
failure.
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Live the adventure,
Regan
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