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Gideon's War: A Novel

Gideon's War: A Novel

by Howard Gordon

Narrated by Carlos Bernard

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Howard Gordon

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From the executive producer of 24 , a debut thriller not to be missed! Gideon Davis has just one day to bring his rogue brother to justice-before a vast global conspiracy turns deadly.

Gideon Davis, whose behind-the-scenes negotiating skills have earned him the roll of Peacemaker in conflicts around the globe, knows more about hush-hush discussions in Capitol corridors than he does about hand-to-hand combat. But his more practical, tactical skills come into play when he's called on by family friend and government bigwig Earl Parker to chaperone a rogue agent from the Southeast Asia to D.C. The agent, Tillman Davis has promised to turn himself in-but only to his brother Gideon.

When the plan for Tillman's surrender goes awry, Gideon must evade hostile locals to make his way to The Obelisk-the multi-million-dollar, state-of-the-art oil rig that has been seized by terrorists. Both Tillman-who doesn't seem to have surrender in mind-and Earl Parker are aboard the ill-fated rig; Tillman working undercover and Parker as a hostage. As tensions rise, Gideon launches an unlikely one-man rescue.

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BN ID: 2940170946457
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Publication date: 11/15/2019
Edition description: Unabridged

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COLE RANSOM WAS TIRED from the long flight, though not too tired to admire the functional design of the airport. Passing easily through customs, he followed the bilingual signs that led him outside to the area for ground transportation. He didn't lose a step as the glass doors slid open and he walked outside, where he was hit by a whoosh of blazing tropical air. Squinting against the impossibly bright sun, he could see the glass and steel spires of the capital city of the Sultanate of Mohan rising in the distance.

A man--unmistakably American--stood next to a black Suburban parked by the curb. He wore dark wraparound sunglasses, a camo baseball cap, and a heavy beard. An ID badge hung from his belt. The sign in his hand said DR. COLE RANSOM. If not for the beard, he would have looked like a soldier or a cop.

"Dr. Ransom," the man said, lowering his sign and holding out his hand. Ransom reached out to shake it, but the man smiled. "I'll take your bags, sir," the man said.

"Right. Sorry," Ransom said, handing him his suitcase.

"I can take the other one if you want," the bearded man said, nodding toward Ransom's laptop.

"That's okay," Ransom said. "I'll hold on to it." He had come to Mohan on the biggest job of his career. The last thing he needed was his laptop getting smashed or stolen.

The driver put Ransom's suitcase into the back of the Suburban and closed the gate, then opened the rear passenger door for Ransom, who climbed inside.

The driver settled behind the wheel, then glanced at Ransom in the rearview. "Dr. Ransom, before we get going, you might want to double-check that you've got everything. Bags, passport, computer?"

Ransom took a quick inventory. "Yeah, that's everything. And you can call me Cole. I'm just a structural engineer."

The driver smiled as he started the ignition. "I know who you are, sir."

Ransom was, in fact, one of the finest structural engineers in the world. He was here in the Sultanate of Mohan to test the structural integrity of the Obelisk--a newly built deep-sea oil rig, the largest and most expensive in the history of man's quest for crude. There had been problems with the motion-damping system, and he was here to sort them out.

The Suburban exited the airport through a security gate, then turned onto a service road. To the right stretched a long swath of deserted beach and beyond it, the glittering blue surface of the South China Sea. Ransom would be spending the next few weeks somewhere out there. As the Obelisk was being phased into service, it had begun to exhibit some troubling sway characteristics in rough seas. Kate Murphy, the manager of the rig, suspected a design flaw. The rig's designers insisted that she was being paranoid, or at the very least, that she was trying to cover her ass to cover her production shortfall. Ransom had talked extensively with Kate before flying out, and she didn't sound even remotely like an alarmist. But you never really knew. Ransom had come here to run some tests and see who was right.

The Suburban suddenly lifted and fell on its suspension, pulling Ransom from his thoughts. The driver had turned off the service road onto a short gravel track that led down to the beach. He stopped the Suburban in what looked like an abandoned quarry. Ransom was puzzled.

"Why are we stopping here?"

"I need to make sure you've got your passport," the driver said.

Ransom gave the driver a curious look. That was the second time he'd asked about the passport.

"I told you before. I've...

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