Burner (Gray Man, #12)

by Mark Greaney

We know they are lying. They know they are lying. They know that we know that they are lying. We know that they know that we know that they know they are lying. And still . . . they continue to lie. —ALEKSANDR SOLZHENITSYN

Money for field hospitals ended up buying yachts and whores, country homes in England, skyscrapers in New York, racehorses in Kentucky, and Formula One cars in Germany.”

Russia was a kleptocratic political system, and it would only work with outside enablers.

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You aren’t working for your nation now.” With a rueful smile he said, “You are working to salvage your very soul.”

Gentry was paranoid, but not without reason. The world was full of people who wanted him dead. From Mexican cartels to Chinese intelligence officers, from German private military corporations to dictators, despots, and human trafficking organizations. And the CIA. Always the fucking CIA.

Paranoia was much more than a full-time job. It was a job that forced its employees to work nights and weekends, as well.

“Your plan relies on a lot of hope.”

“An officer leads from the front,”

How long till you arrive?” “Twenty-five minutes.” “Speed it up if you can.” “If I could speed it up, I wouldn’t have told you it would take twenty-five minutes.”

“Speed, surprise, and violence of action.”

“How much more time do you need?” “More than I’ve got”

“This is not the job we trained to do, but this is the job we will do, and our training will ensure our success.”