Fire and Forget Quotes

“You coordinate intel from the alphabet soup that serves our great nation’s intelligence community. Oxymoron if ever I heard one. Now, I know I’m an ignorant yokel compared to a fancy DC suit like yourself. But that is your job description, yes?”
“Yes, but—”
“So there’s a question on my mind, John. How the hell did you coordinate this into such a colossal goddamn shit-show on wheels?”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“Keeping secrets isn’t exactly new for you, Tom,” she finally said. “With everything that happened, what we do … Trust is hard for you, I get it. But sooner or later, you have to make a decision.”
“I know.”
“We’re either in this together, or we’re alone. You can’t have it both ways.”
There was a click, and she was gone.”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“Two in the chest, one in the head. First you stop ‘em, then you drop ‘em.”
The armored man spun around, raising the short, lethal submachine gun to his shoulder.
Rebecca’s pistol roared again.
BLAM! BLAM!
The two shots struck the man center mass. Even through the heavy Kevlar, the impact was enough to throw off his aim and force him to stumble backwards. The submachine gun fired, sending a trail of sparks across the hood of the SUV. Rebecca didn’t move. She kept her eyes on her target and used the man’s split-second pain and distraction to line up her third shot.
BLAM!
The man’s head snapped back. A stream of crimson exploded though the air, jetting from under the rim of his helmet.
He collapsed to the ground”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“Now, my old friend …” he croaked. He held up his other hand. Blood dripped from his fingers. He painted the crimson liquid over the scars that ran across his chest.
“Now, nothing can stop me.”
He raised the machete over his head and uttered a blood-curdling scream. Then he lunged towards Caine”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“You don’t look a man in the eye when you kill him. Not unless you have to, anyway. You stab him in the back. Or you shoot him from a hundred yards away. Hell, you bomb his house from another country if you can. You do whatever you have to, to get the job done. We didn’t train you to fight fair. We trained you to win.”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“The look I told you I saw in your eyes. Years ago, when you were recruited for the Special Activities Division. I told you your talents would go to waste running agents, analyzing signals, working behind a desk. You’re a natural born predator, son. A killer. Just like me.”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“The shadows had him in their grasp. There was no escape.
You don’t have to escape, the voice in his head said. This is where you belong.
For once, the cold, flat logic comforted him. He took a deep breath. The tremors passed. His nerves calmed. His breathing slowly returned to normal.”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“When the man finished with Rebecca, he swept the baton over Clayton. DuBose slipped a Glock 22 pistol from his waistband and handed it to the agent. He raised his hands over his head, and allowed the man to continue. The detector warbled and chirped as it approached the hem of his right leg.
Clayton reached down and slid a tiny Ruger LCR revolver from an ankle holster.
“Back-up gun,” he said with a grin. “Forgot it was there.”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“But you, my friend, I am pleased to say you look quite lively for a corpse. My man did some digging to verify your identity. According to reports issued by your agency, you are a shabg … a ghost. They say you went rogue in Afghanistan.”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“CRACK!
The retort was deafening, and unmistakable.
Gunfire.”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“He looked back at the stairs. The man he had stabbed wasn’t moving. His dark skin had taken on the gray pallor of death, and his clothes were soaked in a growing pool of blood.
Using the pen’s glass breaker, Caine reached up and shattered the light bulb. The alcove was cloaked in darkness. Then he grabbed the man in the blue suit and dragged him partway up the stairs. If anyone cut through the alley, the shadows would hide the two bodies from view.
Two down, two to go …”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“Ah. Well, I’m not sure we should be discussing such things. Let’s just say it’s a joint effort. I’m sure it has to do with oil, and money. And, of course, cooperation with your government’s counter-terrorism efforts. It benefits both our countries to work together on these things. Either way, I promise you, in a few years, no one will even remember. Everything will have changed. Everything but the fighting.”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“Oil. The great addiction of the civilized world”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget

“You know what I’ve seen, what I’ve done. I’ve killed men. In war. In peace. Sometimes far away, sometimes up close and personal. I’ve felt hot blood on my hands, John. Do you know what that feels like? To feel a living thing lose that spark, go pale as the blood drains from its body? And then to look into their eyes and watch as that spark goes out for good? Permanent, John. There’s a peace in that, knowing it’s permanent. Their death is forever. And you’re still alive. Have you ever felt that?”
― Andrew Warren, Fire and Forget