Gunmetal Gray by Mark Greaney (English) Paperback Book

Description: Gunmetal Gray by Mark Greaney The #1 "New York Times"-bestselling coauthor of Tom Clancys Jack Ryan novels delivers another breakneck thriller following the worlds deadliest assassin--the Gray Man. After five years on the run, Court Gentry is back on the inside at the CIA. Tall Premium Edition.ooks. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER!Mark Greaney, the #1 New York Times bestselling coauthor of Tom Clancys Jack Ryan novels, delivers another breakneck thriller following the worlds deadliest assassin: the Gray Man . . .After five years on the run, Court Gentry is back on the inside at the CIA. But when his first mission includes a pair of Chinese agents trying to take him down in Hong Kong, Court wants to know why. Courts high-stakes hunt for answers takes him across Southeast Asia and leads to his old friend, Donald Fitzroy, who is being held hostage by the Chinese. Fitzroy was contracted to find Fan Jiang, a former member of an ultra-secret computer warfare unit responsible for testing Chinas own security systems.The first two kill teams Fitzroy sent to find Fan have disappeared and the Chinese have decided to "supervise" the next operation. What they dont know is that Gentrys mission is to find Fan first and get whatever intel he has to the US. After that, all he has to do is get out alive... Author Biography Mark Greaney has a degree in international relations and political science. In his research for the Gray Man novels, including Agent in Place, Gunmetal Gray, Back Blast, Dead Eye, Ballistic, On Target, and The Gray Man, he traveled to more than fifteen countries and trained alongside military and law enforcement in the use of firearms, battlefield medicine, and close-range combative tactics. He is also the author of the New York Times bestsellers Tom Clancy Support and Defend, Tom Clancy Full Force and Effect, Tom Clancy Commander in Chief, and Tom Clancy True Faith and Allegiance. With Tom Clancy, he coauthored Locked On, Threat Vector, and Command Authority. Review "I LOVE THE GRAY MAN."—#1 New York Times bestselling author Lee Child"BOURNE FOR THE NEW MILLENNIUM."—New York Times bestselling author James RollinsPraise for Gunmetal Gray"Fans of RPG, Hong Kong action films and high-octane storytelling will love the Gray Man, who battles full-bore through this fast-paced series."—The Washington Post"Courtland Gentry, also known as the Gray Man, is everything youd want in a fictional professional killer...[he] always gets the job done for the US of A, and he entertains while doing it...this one is fat, fast, and fun. Clancys spirit lives on."—Kirkus Reviews (stared review)"Outstanding...Gray Man fans will close the book happily fulfilled and eagerly awaiting his next adventure."—Publishers Weekly (starred review)Praise for Back Blast"Mark Greaney reigns as one of the recognized masters of action and adventure. Back Blast is no exception."—New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author Steve Berry"Fast-paced [and] tightly written...A great ride."—New York Times bestselling author Larry Bond"Punches with bone-busting power…Flesh-and-blood priceless."—New York Times bestselling author Stephen Templin"Greaneys unraveling of the Back Blast mystery is masterly, but its the Gray Mans ability to outthink and outgun...that will keep readers glued to the pages."—Publishers Weekly (starred review)"[A] high-energy thriller...Clancy fans will have a blast."—Kirkus Reviews Review Quote "I LOVE THE GRAY MAN."--#1 New York Times bestselling author Lee Child "BOURNE FOR THE NEW MILLENNIUM."-- New York Times bestselling author James Rollins Praise for Gunmetal Gray "Fans of RPG, Hong Kong action films and high-octane storytelling will love the Gray Man, who battles full-bore through this fast-paced series."-- The Washington Post "Courtland Gentry, also known as the Gray Man, is everything youd want in a fictional professional killer...[he] always gets the job done for the US of A, and he entertains while doing it...this one is fat, fast, and fun. Clancys spirit lives on."-- Kirkus Reviews (stared review) "Outstanding...Gray Man fans will close the book happily fulfilled and eagerly awaiting his next adventure."-- Publishers Weekly (starred review) Praise for Back Blast "Mark Greaney reigns as one of the recognized masters of action and adventure. Back Blast is no exception."-- New York Times and #1 internationally bestselling author Steve Berry "Fast-paced [and] tightly written...A great ride."-- New York Times bestselling author Larry Bond "Punches with bone-busting power...Flesh-and-blood priceless."-- New York Times bestselling author Stephen Templin "Greaneys unraveling of the Back Blast mystery is masterly, but its the Gray Mans ability to outthink and outgun...that will keep readers glued to the pages."-- Publishers Weekly (starred review) "[A] high-energy thriller...Clancy fans will have a blast."-- Kirkus Reviews Excerpt from Book Chapter Two Courtland Gentry sat in the front passenger seat of the Mercedes with his backpack on top of his roll-aboard and both pieces stacked on his lap, much to the confusion of his driver. Normally passengers sat in the back and their luggage rode in the trunk, but Court had hurried off the aircraft and into the front of the car to disrupt any potential surveillance at the FBO, and since the driver didnt know anything about tradecraft, he thought this American to be some kind of a weirdo. Court hadnt seen the two men on the roof, but he saw them now, or at least he saw the black Aurion varying between six and ten car lengths behind his Mercedes, always there, despite the turnoffs, red lights, and off-and-on gridlocked traffic of a Hong Kong workday. Court had picked up a tail and he hadnt even been on the ground here in Hong Kong for ten fucking minutes. Terrific. He considered bailing out of the Mercedes somewhere en route to his destination to lose the surveillance detail, but he figured this driver was probably an informant for Chinese intelligence, and the man would just pass on the fact that his passenger had, with no warning, dived from his hired car and dashed up some alley. Nope, that wouldnt do. Courts cover for status had to be maintained, which meant Court would just pretend like he didnt see the black car lurking behind him. Hed been here to HK before, but only once. To the extent he had a regular beat, East Asia certainly wasnt it, so he did his best to push the tail car out of his mind and instead spend his time doing all he could to observe the fabric of life on the streets around him. He noted what the police cars looked like, where the street signs were located, the flow of traffic, and the manner of dress of the commuters. He made a mental note of the cardinal positions of several major buildings in view. Hed spent hours of his flight over from the States prepping for his op here, but hed not had time to digest more than a thumbnail sketch of this area of operations and, as he had learned countless times in the past, not only was the map not the territory, but most preconceived notions about a place were dead wrong. You really had to experience a location to know it at an operational level. Court had a lot of work to do to get up to speed, but his assignment here was as time sensitive as they came, so hed have to work out the atmospherics of this AO while on the job. His car drove onto the Tsing Yi Bridge, and he glanced back in the passenger-side mirror to confirm that the black Aurion continued to follow. It was in a reasonable position for a tail car; Court gave these boys credit for knowing their stuff, but he had been either the tailer or the tailee thousands of times in his life, so sniffing out a car on his six was nothing to him. Both vehicles left the bridge, continued south along the water, and finally entered the Hong Kong district of Tsim Sha Tsui, on the southern tip of Kowloon. The black sedan was still back there, which meant to Court this tail on him was a simple affair. There were no teams of vehicles in radio contact leapfrogging all around, which was what he would have expected if mainland Chinas Ministry of State Security was working here and had ordered up a large surveillance package on him. Either the guys in the tail car were working for some group not tied to the Chinese intelligence services, or else Chinese intel found him more of a curiosity than a real concern, so they just sent a couple of men to see where he was heading and what he was up to. Looking away from the mirror, he got his first glimpse of his hotel. The five-star Peninsula Hong Kong sat at the southern tip of Kowloon, just across the street from the harbor ferry terminal. He was anxious to get into his room--not so he could rest after the two-leg, sixteen-hour-long flight from the United States; rather so he could whip out his encrypted phone and call his handler. He would let her know about the surveillance, and he would let her have it, because this bullshit wasnt his damn fault, and it could ruin this mission before it began. No, Court told himself. This wouldnt hurt the op. It couldnt , because his assignment here was possibly the most important of his life. The potential for gain was exponentially larger than any intelligence haul hed ever heard of short of wartime. And lives were on the line, including the life of a man who had saved Court Gentry years ago. Court told himself he would not fail. Regardless of the hurdles ahead, he would see this through somehow, even if he had these Chinese motherfuckers breathing down his neck for the duration of his assignment. The Mercedes drove around the fountain in front of the Peninsula and stopped under the awning. A bellman opened the back door, but Court climbed out of the front seat with barely a nod to his driver. He handled his own luggage and passed the attentive bellmen with a curt nod, like he was a businessman who did this every day of his life. Five minutes later he was checked into his twenty-seventh-floor room. It wasnt a suite but it was roomy and ornate, certainly nicer than all but a few accommodations Court had ever stayed in, in his life. It came with a dramatic floor-to-ceiling view of Victoria Harbor. Beyond the congested waterway, the massive skyscrapers of Hong Kong Island shot skyward. Past the stunning urban landscape, lush hills dwarfed the buildings, and Victoria Peak, the highest point in HK, was completely hidden by the hidden by the low cloud ceiling. Twenty-seven floors below, Wang Ping Li and Tao Man Koh sat in a conference room in the administrative office of the Peninsula Hotel, watching silently while the day manager stood and left the room. The man had been angry about informing on one of his guests, and hed made a show about demanding Wang and Taos credentials, but it was only a show, and while both operatives knew they could have filed a report on the managers recalcitrance, they werent here in HK to gauge the party loyalty of hoteliers. And anyway, after a little huffing and puffing, the manager was playing ball. Hed already told them that the guest whod arrived in the Mercedes was traveling under the name Roger Hartley, and he was ostensibly a businessman from Ohio in the United States. The intelligence officers didnt have the mans passport to look at; hotels here in Hong Kong, unlike in China proper, were under no obligation to take their guests passports, and the five-star properties like the Peninsula distanced themselves from China by not doing so. But even though on the surface the Peninsula acted high-minded about guests rights, in truth Roger Hartleys room was already bugged with listening devices; most four- and five-star hotels in HK maintained rooms wired by MSS as a matter of course, though the bugs werent turned on unless there was a specific need. Tao would make a call to initiate twenty-four-hour monitoring of Hartleys room now that he had the room number, and hed follow up hourly with the listeners for updates. The manager returned with a pair of key cards and handed them over without a word. This would give Tao and Wang access to the room directly across the hall from Hartley; as it happened it had been vacant, but if a guest had been staying there, the annoyed hotel manager would have moved them out under some emergency-repair ruse. Through a pinhole camera Wang and Tao would attach to their doors peephole they would have a perfect view of Hartleys door, and through the motion-detector setting on the device theyd be sure they wouldnt miss him leaving his room. The manager had also handed over extra copies of cards that would get them into Hartleys room itself, in case they wanted to make entry when the man was out. After passing over the key cards, the manager walked the two intelligence operatives out of the conference room and back into the lobby. He bid them an insincere good day, then turned and went back inside. Tao looked to Wang. "He was disrespectful." "No time to make trouble for him. He gets a pass for now. Lets go to the room." Tao nodded, then said, "Should we call in more eyes to assist?" "Who? Everyone else here is working for Ministry of Defense. When Colonel Dai finds out weve been pulled off his operation, hell be angry enough. If we start removing others to help us, hell lose his mind." The two men headed for the elevators. As soon as the door closed, the mobile phone rang in Taos jacket. He looked at the incoming number, then immediately handed the phone over to Wang. "Its him." Wang took the phone from Tao and answered with a report, not even waiting to be asked where the hell they were. "Way ni hao, Shangxio." Yes, hello, Colonel. "We were ordered by our Beijing Control to divert from your operation here and proceed to the airport. An American CIA Dassault Falcon Seven X, tail number--" Wang stopped talking abruptly and just listened; Tao could tell hed been interrupted. The elevator stopped and the two men headed up the hall. Wang spoke again, more softly now. "Yes, sir. Our orders were made clear to us. We then followed our subject to the Peninsula, and we have taken a room across from--" He stopped speaking again; Tao could hear the voice of the man through the phone at Wangs ear. The two men were already in their room with the door shut when Wang spoke again. "I understand, sir. B Details ISBN0425282864 Author Mark Greaney Short Title GUNMETAL GRAY Pages 704 Series Gray Man Language English ISBN-10 0425282864 ISBN-13 9780425282861 DEWEY FIC Series Number 6 Year 2018 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2018-06-05 NZ Release Date 2018-06-05 US Release Date 2018-06-05 UK Release Date 1900-01-01 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Format Paperback Publication Date 2018-06-05 Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! 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