Agent Zero Quotes

“That got some attention. Eyes looked forward, blinking through the slush of sleep deprivation and trying to determine if he had really said “pirates” or not. “Of the Caribbean?” joked a sophomore in the front row. “Of the Mediterranean, actually,” Lawson”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“time, from the coast of Portugal, through the Strait of Gibraltar, and much of the Mediterranean. What do you think they were after? Anyone? I know”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“you have taken Professor Truitt’s class on ancient empires?” About a third of the class raised their hands. “Good. Then you know that the”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“or hangovers or some combination thereof. They wore sweatpants and yesterday’s T-shirts and clutched Styrofoam cups of soy mocha lattes or artisanal blonde roasts or whatever it was the kids were drinking these days. Professor Reid Lawson’s job was to teach, but he also recognized the need for a morning boost—a mental stimulant to supplement the caffeine. Lawson gave them a moment to find their seats and get comfortable while he took off his tweed sport coat and draped it over his chair. “Good morning,” he said loudly. The announcement jarred several students, who looked up suddenly as if they hadn’t realized they’d wandered into a classroom. “Today, we’re going to talk about pirates.” That got some attention. Eyes looked forward, blinking through the slush of sleep deprivation and”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“Wait… wait!” he shouted. “Just tell me what you want to know!” The brute seized Reid’s head in his large hands and gripped it tightly, forcing him still. The interrogator chose a tool—a thin-bladed scalpel. “Please don’t… please don’t…” Reid’s breath came in short gasps. He was nearly hyperventilating. “Shh,” said the interrogator calmly. “You will want to remain still. I would not want to cut off your ear. At least, not by accident.” Reid screamed as the blade sliced into the skin behind his ear, but the brute held him still. Every muscle in his limbs went taut. A strange sound reached his ears—a soft melody. The interrogator was singing a tune in Arabic as he cut into Reid’s head. He dropped the bloody scalpel into the tray as Reid hissed shallow breaths through his teeth. Then the interrogator reached for a pair of needle-nose pliers. “I’m afraid that was just the beginning,” he whispered in Reid’s ear. “This next part will actually hurt.” The pliers gripped something in Reid’s head—was it his bone?—and the interrogator tugged. Reid screamed in agony as white-hot pain shot through his brain, pulsing out into nerve endings. His arms trembled. His feet slapped against the floor. The pain crescendoed until Reid thought he couldn’t possibly take any more. Blood pounded in his ears, and his own screams sounded as if they were far away. Then the procedure lamp dimmed, and the edges of his vision darkened as he slipped into unconsciousness.”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“Why are we talking about pirates?” “Because pirates are cool?” said Lowell, who had since put away his phone.”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“CAPÍTULO TREINTA Y OCHO EPÍLOGO”
― Jack Mars, Agente Cero

“Una bala suena igual en cada idioma”.”
― Jack Mars, Agente Cero

“he couldn’t believe it could get so cold in the desert.”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“pliers and the small silver grain into the plastic tray. “No,” Reid grunted. “Impossible.” The last word came out as little more than a murmur.”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“closed”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“En el sótano, en París, preguntaron por todos estos lugares”, explicó Reid. “Algo de eso me vino a la mente. Pero como dije, todo estaba desarticulado y confuso”. Pero ahora estaba empezando a juntarse.”
― Jack Mars, Agente Cero

“¿Los pensamientos de Kent? — eran correctos; había dos hombres trabajando en una presa hidráulica. Uno en un taladro neumático.”
― Jack Mars, Agente Cero

“polyglot,”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“clicked the safety off the Glock 27.”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“New visions flashed across his mind—Afghani bomb-makers missing fingers and entire limbs from poorly built incendiaries. Buildings going up in smoke from one wrong move, a single misconnected wire. What choice do you have? It’s either this, or get shot. The dead man’s switch was a small green rectangle about the size of a pocketknife with a lever on one side. He picked it up in his left hand and held his breath. Then he squeezed it. Nothing happened. That was a good sign. He made sure to hold the lever closed in his fist (releasing it would immediately detonate the bomb) and he set the suitcase’s timer for twenty minutes—he wouldn’t need that long anyway. Then he plucked up the AK in his right hand and got the hell out of there. He winced; the rear security door squealed on its hinges as he shoved it open. He leapt out into the darkness with the AK leveled. There was no one there, not behind the building, but they had certainly heard the telltale squeak of the door.”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero