Flynn,Vince - Separation of Power by Flynn Vince

Author:Flynn,Vince [Flynn,Vince]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Political Fiction, Rapp, Political, General, Mitch (Fictitious character), Suspense, Espionage, Thrillers, Terrorism, Fiction, Intelligence Officers, Prevention, Washington (D.C.), Conspiracies, Fiction - Espionage, American Mystery & Suspense Fiction, Suspense Fiction, Iraq, Terrorism - Prevention, Intrigue, Thriller
ISBN: 9781439135730
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published: 2009-06-30T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.

Rapp rounded the last corner and instead of taking a hard right and coming up directly behind the car, he crossed over to the other side of the street. He was breathing hard from the sprint but ignored the pain. He was too close to getting the answer he desperately needed. Rapp saw the car up ahead on his right as he ran down the sidewalk in a slight crouch. His eyes scanned the parked cars and sidewalk for any signs of trouble. There was no turning back.

He was close now. He kept his eye on the car at the next corner and then slowed enough to cut in between two parked vehicles. He darted out into the street at the perfect place. He was in the car’s blind spot, moving toward it quickly. Rapp drew his gun with his left hand and took aim. With ten feet to go he squeezed the trigger.

The bullet leaving the thick black silencer barely made a noise, and the safety glass window breaking on the driver’s side wasn’t much louder. At least from the exterior of the car, but from the inside it was considerably louder. The man sitting behind the wheel jerked spastically in reaction to the shattered glass. His arms flew up in a vain attempt to stop the thousands of broken pieces from hitting him.

Rapp was now at the window. It had taken less than a second for him to fire the shot and get to the door. The man’s hands were up shielding his face, and the glass was still tumbling from his lap to the floor of the car. Rapp reached in with his right hand and grabbed the mans wrist. Rapp’s pistol was still in his left hand and he reached in to smack the man with the butt end of the grip. He aimed for the man’s temple. Just before the hard metal made contact the man yelled, and then his body went limp from the sharp blow.

Quickly, Rapp unlocked the door and opened it. He immediately removed the man’s gun from his hip holster, and threw it into the backseat as he continued his search. While looking for a backup weapon it occurred to him that he’d almost missed something. He’d been breathing so hard, and the adrenaline was coursing through his veins so fast, that it didn’t register what the man had yelled, and more importantly, what language he had yelled it in. The man had sworn in Hebrew.

rosenthal’s pistol was trained on the woman. He slowly approached her from his corner of the room. She was on her butt, her body limp and leaning against the side of the chair. Her pistol was a good eight feet away sitting in the middle of the hardwood floor. Rosenthal was pretty sure she was dead. He’d hit her once in the shoulder and then in the head. He’d put one more in her just to make sure.

With his gun still aimed at her he called for his partner through clenched lips, “Jordan.

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