Black Operator--Complete Box Set (Books 1-6) by Eric Meyer

Author:Eric Meyer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swordworks Books

BLACK OPERATOR: THE SIBERIAN ASSASSIN

By Eric Meyer

Copyright 2017 by Eric Meyer

Published by Swordworks Books

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Prologue

They approached the long, forbidding border. A bitter cold night, and the tires of the black Mercedes stretch limo crunched as they rolled over the hard snow-packed surface. Ahead lay the multiple razor wire fences of the frontier once known throughout the world as the Iron Curtain. In Finland, they viewed the fence in simpler terms. On their side, friendly territory, on the other, a hostile land. Enemy territory. Ready to pounce and gobble them up should the present incumbent of the Kremlin get a sudden whim for territorial expansion. The woman in the back seat spoke to her bodyguards, Mikhail Dennikin and Nikolai Mironov. They were gazing ahead, looking intently for threats.

“What do you see?”

Mikhail grunted. “Nyet. Nothing. We’re looking good.”

She knew Cris thought of them as Laurel and Hardy. Mikhail, a Stan Laurel lookalike, long, lean and most of the time he wore a morose expression on his face. Nikolai was the opposite, her Oliver Hardy. A chubby man, inclined to fat, and his expression was most often one of puzzlement. He gave the impression of being a shambling, lovable teddy bear. He was anything but. They weren’t comedians, either of them. Both men had trained in the Russian military, and they’d come to her highly recommended. Tough and competent, expert with a variety of weapons, and she knew they’d give their lives for her. What more could a bodyguard give?

She smiled her thanks and looked at the man sitting beside her. Cris Rhodes, former DEA agent. The man who'd almost single-handedly kept her alive, and free from the slavering jaws of the Russian bear. He had a lean, spare physique beneath the thermal coat, essential against the bitter cold outside.

He was about medium height, lean, with clear blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair, a man who moved with the fluid grace of a panther. Although he rarely lost the dark shadows in the eyes that were the window to his soul. A soul she knew had been permanently damaged during a DEA raid on a Colombian trafficker’s compound. Cris witnessed the killing of scores of innocent bystanders, mowed down by the narcos as they made their escape. He couldn’t take any more bloodshed, and he left DEA. He met up with Maria Tereshkova by chance, and he’d stayed with her ever since, guarding her against those men who would kill her.

"It looks quiet, Cris, don’t you agree?”

He wasn't fooled by her apparent calm. She’d spoken in a low monotone, almost as if the grim-faced guards waiting five hundred meters ahead could hear her words. Fear lay close beneath the surface. She was gambling with her life coming back, gambling with all their lives.

He was also scanning the border ahead of them. "No lights."

"Excuse me."

"I’d expect to see security lights around a border crossing. Take a look. It's in darkness. Why?”

She stared into the pool of darkness for a few moments and nodded. "Maybe they had a power failure.

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