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1992: For nearly a decade, the international assassin known only as "the Wraith" has eluded authorities. Political leaders, powerful heads of business, terrorists known and suspected have numbered among the many victims until -- without explanation -- the Wraith disappears....
2005: Tom Baldwin and Diana Skouris are investigating Jordan Collier's murder, but they're pulled off the case. Washington believes the Wraith -- a onetime freelance agent for the U.S. government -- is active again. A high-ranking CIA officer, who oversaw the rogue operator's activities, is killed. Evidence at the scene points to the Wraith and that this highly efficient killer is now a 4400. The NTAC agents only have thirteen-year-old leads to follow an assassin who was never caught. Suddenly, the Wraith kills another returnee. Why? What does this mean? Can the mounting fears of the 4400 be right? Or is this just one returnee who has gone off the track. Baldwin and Skouris need to know -- but will they find out before the Wraith completes this deadly covert objective?
- Sales Rank: #813678 in Books
- Published on: 2008-10-28
- Released on: 2008-10-28
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.75" h x 1.00" w x 4.19" l,
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 368 pages
About the Author
Dayton Ward is the New York Times bestselling author of the science fiction novels The Last World War, Counterstrike: The Last World War—Book II, and The Genesis Protocol, and the Star Trek novels Legacies: Purgatory’s Key, Elusive Salvation, Armageddon’s Arrow, The Fall: Peaceable Kingdom, Seekers: Point of Divergence (with Kevin Dilmore), From History’s Shadow, That Which Divides, In the Name of Honor, Open Secrets, and Paths of Disharmony. He lives in Kansas City, Missouri, with his wife and daughters. Visit him on the web at DaytonWard.com.
Kevin Dilmore has teamed with author Dayton Ward for fifteen years on novels, shorter fiction, and other writings within and outside the Star Trek universe. His short stories have appeared in anthologies including Native Lands by Crazy 8 Press. By day, Kevin works as a senior writer for Hallmark Cards in Kansas City, Missouri. In 2014, a short film written by Kevin, “Outside of Town,” was selected for screening in the Short Film Corner of the Cannes Film Festival. A graduate of the University of Kansas, Kevin lives in Overland Park, Kansas.
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ONE
Baltimore, Maryland
She stared through the scope, her body still absorbing the rifle's recoil as she watched the back of her target's head explode in a crimson rain.
There was almost no wind, and the angle she had selected provided her an unobstructed view between those few trees at the edge of Federal Hill Park's expansive open field. At this range, the shot was child's play, the single round entering the man's forehead just above his left eye. He had turned at the last possible instant as she pulled the trigger, placing the round slightly off its intended mark, but the results were the same, as Sheik Miraj al-Diladi dropped limp to the stage behind his podium, dead before he had even begun to fall.
From her concealed sniper's nest two hundred yards away, Lona Callahan continued to peer through the scope, watching the scene around the raised dais as the audience scattered. Most ran away or simply dropped to the ground in search of protective cover, but a few rushed to the platform in the hopes of aiding the fallen al-Diladi. The body already was surrounded by assistants or other members of the cleric's entourage, some of them looking around and pointing in all directions in attempts to determine the origin of the shot. They would have little luck with that, owing to the rifle's silencer. Lona did not normally bother with that particular accessory, but her proximity to the target had made it necessary. She would have preferred a greater distance between them, but the site of al-Diladi's rally coupled with the constricted geography in this part of south Baltimore had forced her to carry out her assignment from a closer range.
Ignoring the distant cries of fear and terror echoing across the park, she instead focused her attention on the rapidly expanding pool of blood beneath al-Diladi's head. The single shot was the result of weeks of planning combined with Lona having gotten herself into position more than an hour before the cleric was scheduled to speak. She had observed the gathering of people swell about the large open field at the center of Federal Hill Park, and had watched through her scope as al-Diladi's entourage arrived and inspected the dais before allowing him to step out of his limousine. Training the rifle's crosshairs on his head from the moment he settled behind the podium, Lona waited until al-Diladi began speaking to the assembled audience to verify that he would remain in place. From there her training and experience took over as she drew a single, calming breath and released it an instant before her finger squeezed the trigger. The rest had taken care of itself.
Satisfied, Lona rose from her prone position on the dining table she had used as her platform, rolling to her feet and flipping away the dark green nylon poncho she had used to cover herself. The poncho worked in concert with the lack of light in the apartment as well as her black Lycra bodysuit -- with its matching hood to cover her head and face -- to make her all but invisible to any casual observer who might cast a furtive glance through the partially open window. Situated six feet from the window, the table had allowed her to set up her shot without exposing her position. Sticking one's rifle barrel through an open window was the stuff of amateurs.
Just ask Lee Harvey Oswald.
Moving with practiced efficiency, Lona disassembled the rifle, returning the components to their padded carry case. The Dragunov was not her preferred weapon, but it had proven more than adequate for this assignment. She would not use it again, of course; it would be disposed of once she was away from here. Her hands were protected by thin latex gloves that would prevent the transfer of fingerprints or skin particles as she worked.
Completing the collection of her other equipment, Lona glanced at the watch on her wrist. Three minutes since she had taken the shot. She could hear the faint sounds of sirens approaching, eighty seconds ahead of the schedule she kept in her head. Impressive, she conceded, even though she had factored in a greater level of efficiency for first responders to the scene.
Time to go.
There already was a police presence on hand, owing to the nature of the park gathering. Sheik al-Diladi had been a controversial figure, a prominent Muslim cleric who had taken polarizing stances on a number of issues in recent years. Decrying extremist groups who carried out terrorist acts in the name of Islam, al-Diladi had long been a vocal advocate for harmony and tolerance -- not only in the Middle East but also between that embattled region and the West. He should have been the ideal ambassador to usher in a new era of peace, and to most of the world that was exactly the image he projected. Indeed, the park gathering today was but the latest stop on a multicity tour through the United States, with al-Diladi bringing his message not only to Muslim followers but anyone else who cared to listen.
However, Miraj al-Diladi presented an entirely different persona to the world's leading intelligence agencies, many of which had been investigating his alleged ties to many of the very terrorist groups that were targets of his public denouncements. It had taken years to gather evidence sufficient to justify any sort of retaliatory action against the divisive cleric, after which the Central Intelligence Agency finally had taken the bold step of putting such sanctions into play.
Enter Lona Callahan.
Still wearing her mask and gloves, Lona reached into her bag and extracted a pair of white running shoes, which she donned over the black stockings she wore to cover her feet. That accomplished, she picked up the red backpack containing the rifle and her other gear and slung it across her back before taking a last look around the run-down apartment to ensure no sign of her sniper's nest remained. She knew better than to close the window -- doing so in the moments after the shooting might attract unwanted attention. The table in the dining area was returned to its former forlorn state, stacked with the magazines, unopened mail, and empty pizza boxes she had gathered for just that purpose. Every apartment in the building that faced the park would be searched, she knew, but investigators would find nothing. Lona had rented the room two months earlier under an alias, and when that name was scrutinized along with every known detail of the assassination in the days to come, the world's intelligence and law enforcement entities ultimately would come to the same conclusion.
The Wraith had claimed another victim.
Lona smiled beneath her hood at the thought of the melodramatic moniker bestowed upon her by the media, dating back nearly a decade to when she had committed her first high-profile assassination. It had been another political leader on that occasion, the fascist dictator of a small South American country believed to be assisting Colombian drug cartels in their efforts to smuggle cocaine into the United States. His murder -- also carried out with the use of a sniper rifle -- was broadcast live on state-run television and picked up by intelligence services around the world, to say nothing of the international media. No clues or worthwhile evidence had been found to suggest a suspect or a motive for the assassination; it was as though the leader's killer were a ghost, and the papers and news networks had taken it from there.
Pausing at the door, Lona listened for signs of movement in the hallway. She heard nothing and stepped into the narrow, dimly lit corridor on her way to the stairwell. It was empty, as well, and she descended the steps two at a time, waiting until she had moved from the fourth to the second floor before finally removing her hood and sticking it in a side pocket of her backpack. As she walked, she reached up to ensure her blond wig was still in place to conceal her red hair.
It was not much of a disguise, but Lona always had operated on the principle that less was more. Large dark sunglasses could pique curiosity, as would long coats with collars pulled up around the face or any one of a dozen things a Hollywood assassin might do when leaving the scene of a crime. The goal was to blend in, appearing as ordinary and part of the landscape as possible. With that in mind, Lona had chosen the simple black exercise suit with white piping, the same sort of unremarkable outfit worn by women running the streets and parks all over the city.
Encountering no one before reaching the first-floor landing, she entered a passageway that would take her to a door leading into an alley behind the apartment building. Now she removed her latex gloves, knowing they would attract attention. This, Lona knew, would be the critical part of her exfiltration, the time when she was at her most vulnerable. Police would at least be in the beginning stages of setting up cordons and blocking off streets with the hope that the shooter was still in the area and that they might block or hinder an escape. One key advantage she possessed was that, as a woman, she would not draw immediate suspicion from casual bystanders. However, with law enforcement already in the area, the possibility of her being seen or even stopped by an alert police officer was not to be ignored.
Careful not to use her hands, Lona pushed open the door and stepped outside. The sounds of police sirens now were louder, and she could hear frantic shouts in the distance. She had exited via the door at the midpoint of the long, narrow four-story building, placing her roughly sixty yards from the street that separated the apartment complex property line from the western edge of the park. The alley itself reeked of urine, stale beer, and overfilled Dumpsters sitting too long in Baltimore's June sun, but it had the virtue of being void of other people.
Adjusting the pack on her back, Lona started up the alley heading west, away from the park. From here, it would be a simple matter to turn north at the alley's far end and walk two blocks before crossing the street to the...
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8 of 10 people found the following review helpful.
Wonderful Addition to the 4400 Series
By SciFiChick
In 1992, Lona Callahan, an assassin known as the Wraith, disappeared without a trace. 13 years later, Lona finds that she was abducted and returned, along with 4399 other people, with no memory of missing years. But when CIA agents try to pick Lona up for a long-overdue debriefing, she decides to go her own way. And Lona is surprised to discover she has an amazing power. But soon it becomes clear that she was given a purpose to fulfill. One that seems impossible to ignore.
Baldwin and Skouris get assigned to the case, when a CIA official is assassinated and fingers are pointed toward the Wraith. And the CIA opens up about who the Wraith is, in order to save other operatives from being killed by Lona. But capturing this 4400 won't be easy. Besides being a professional assassin, Lona has an incredible power that makes her faster than the eye can see.
Since the groundbreaking show was cancelled, The 4400 story is being carried along in novel form. And as an avid fan, I have been pleasantly surprised with the books so far. Wet Work doesn't continue after the last season. Instead, the story takes place while Ryland is still director of NTAC.
With intrigue, adventure, suspense, and cool super powers, this is an exciting addition to the 4400 series. Fans will definitely be pleased. Stories like this is what made the show great.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
a good story with a strange set- up
By Craig
The story opens with a political assassination. then it jumps ahead 12 years and focuses (mostly) on hunting the killer. the story is interesting but tends to jump around a lot. characters come and go randomly making the story kind of hard to follow. the ending has an odd twist that I think could have been written differently because it left me scratching my head.
If you're a fan of the show I would say check this out only because these books are the only way to get more details.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Very suspenseful
By Janice A Cooper
I really enjoyed the series and hope the authors of Wet Works" follow through with additional books. Matthew Ross was an interesting character in the TV show but was not fully developed. Wet works ends with an introduction to just how evil he really was. I want more.
Thank you.
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