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“From Hong Kong to America to China and North Korea, with Navy SEALS and Al Qaeda on board, the reader will never be able to take a breath while enjoying Brad Thor’s wild ride!”

Suspense Magazine

“For those missing Jack Bauer and his 24 exploits, Harvath provides a page-turning alternative with a no-matter-what determination and ‘Heck yeah, America!’ patriotic machismo.”

USA Today

“This is Thor’s 14th Harvath novel, and his plotting, technical detail, and storytelling skills just keep getting better…a great thrill ride and perfect summer reading”

Men Reading Books

"Act of War will be one of the best Brad Thor thrillers rivaling all that have come before”

Zenks Morning Report

“Thor’s first dozen [books] were bestsellers and this one will be too…this new novel will keep readers turning the pages…I guarantee you will be hooked within the first five pages”

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“one of this season’s most gripping books,”

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Act of War

Act of War

by Brad Thor

The Story

After a CIA agent mysteriously dies overseas, his top asset surfaces with a startling and terrifying claim. There’s just one problem— no one knows if she can be trusted.

But when six exchange students go missing, two airplane passengers trade places, and one political-asylum seeker is arrested, a deadly chain of events is set in motion.

With the United States facing an imminent and devastating attack, America’s new president must turn to covert counterterrorism operative Scot Harvath to help carry out two of the most dangerous operations in the country’s history.

Code-named “Gold Dust” and “Blackbird,” they are shrouded in absolute secrecy as either of them, if discovered, will constitute an act of war.

Chapter Excerpt

Hong Kong One week ago

The air was thick with humidity. Oppressive. Typical for this time of year. It was monsoon season and stepping outside was like stepping into a steam room. Within half a block he was sweat- ing. By the intersection, his clothes were sticking to his body. The Glock tucked behind his right hip was slick with perspiration.

Guns, money, and a bunch of high-tech gear. Just like something out of a movie. Except it wasn’t. This was real.

Turning right, he headed into the large open-air market. It looked as if a car bomb packed with neon paint cans had detonated. Everything, even the luminous birds in their impossibly small cages, was aggressively vivid. The smells ran the gamut from ginger and garlic to the putrid “gutter oil” dredged up from restaurant sewers and grease traps by many street cooks.

There were rusted pails of live crabs, buckets of eels, and shallow bowls of water filled with fish. Men and women haggled over oranges and peppers, raw pork and chicken.

Like the first spring snowmelt snaking along a dry, rock-strewn riverbed, Ken Harmon moved through the market. He focused on nothing, but saw everything— every cigarette lit, every newspaper raised, every cell phone dialed. The sounds of the neighborhood poured into his ears as a cacophony and were identified, analyzed, sorted, and stored.

The movements of his body, the functioning of his senses, were all conducted with calm, professional economy. The Central Intelligence Agency hadn’t sent him to Hong Kong to panic. In fact, it had sent him to Hong Kong precisely because he didn’t panic. There was enough of that back in Washington already, along with the repatriated body of David Cahill.

Cahill had been an Agency NOC based in Shanghai. An Ivy League blue-blood type who knew all the right people and went to all the right parties. He saw things in black and white. Gray areas were for professional liars like diplomats and men who lacked the testicular fortitude to call evil by its name when they saw it. For Cahill, there was a lot of evil in the world, especially in China. That was why he had learned to speak the language and requested his posting there.

As an NOC, or more specifically an agent operating under “non-official cover,” he wasn’t afforded the diplomatic immunity enjoyed by other CIA operatives working out of an embassy or consulate. Cahill had been a spy, a true “secret” agent. And he had been very good at his job. He had built a strong human network in China, with assets in the Chinese Communist Party, the People’s Liberation Army, and even the Chinese Intelligence Services.

Via his contacts, Cahill had been onto something, something with serious national security implications for the United States. Then, one night, while meeting with one of his top assets, he had dropped dead of a heart attack right in front of her.

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