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Название книги: Sins of the Assassin
Автор(ы): Robert Ferrigno
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Sins-of-the-Assassin-194196.html
The second book in the Assassin series, 2008
To Sgt. 1st Class Paul R. Smith,Corporal Jason L. Dunham,Lt. Michael Murphy,and to all the other the warriors who sleep badly,so that the rest of us can sleep well.“One kills a man, one is an assassin. One kills millions, one is a conqueror. One kills everybody, one is a god.”– JEAN ROSTAND(FRENCH BIOLOGIST AND PHILOSOPHER)
Chapter 1
Moseby needed to slow down. His haste stirred up a gray confetti of silt, disintegrating paper, and pulverized glass from the neon sign that once flashed OYSTER PO’ BOYS, TREAT YO MOUTH. The tiny halogen beams on either side of his face mask bounced back from the confetti, the light made useless by his excitement. Moseby drifted in the warm water of the Gulf, waiting. Plenty of time, no need to rush. He easily got four hours out of a three-hour tank. More if he stayed calm and clear.Mama’s Home Cookin’ lay crumbling on its foundation, roof gone, the concrete-block walls scoured clean by the tide. A couple of red leatherette s
Название книги: Sins of the Assassin
Автор(ы): Robert Ferrigno
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Sins-of-the-Assassin-194196.html
The second book in the Assassin series, 2008
To Sgt. 1st Class Paul R. Smith,Corporal Jason L. Dunham,Lt. Michael Murphy,and to all the other the warriors who sleep badly,so that the rest of us can sleep well.“One kills a man, one is an assassin. One kills millions, one is a conqueror. One kills everybody, one is a god.”– JEAN ROSTAND(FRENCH BIOLOGIST AND PHILOSOPHER)
Chapter 1
Moseby needed to slow down. His haste stirred up a gray confetti of silt, disintegrating paper, and pulverized glass from the neon sign that once flashed OYSTER PO’ BOYS, TREAT YO MOUTH. The tiny halogen beams on either side of his face mask bounced back from the confetti, the light made useless by his excitement. Moseby drifted in the warm water of the Gulf, waiting. Plenty of time, no need to rush. He easily got four hours out of a three-hour tank. More if he stayed calm and clear.Mama’s Home Cookin’ lay crumbling on its foundation, roof gone, the concrete-block walls scoured clean by the tide. A couple of red leatherette s
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