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In the fourth novel in the New York Times bestselling series, Marine sniper Kyle Swanson finds himself in the sights of a man he once idolized—a true American hero turned traitor

Swanson and his beautiful girlfriend, CIA agent Lauren Carson, are on a mission in Pakistan when their world is turned inside out. Kyle is captured and thrown in prison. Lauren is accused of being a double agent. The one person they trust to help is the man who sent them on the black operation—Jim Hall,...

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In the fourth novel in the New York Times bestselling series, Marine sniper Kyle Swanson finds himself in the sights of a man he once idolized—a true American hero turned traitor

Swanson and his beautiful girlfriend, CIA agent Lauren Carson, are on a mission in Pakistan when their world is turned inside out. Kyle is captured and thrown in prison. Lauren is accused of being a double agent. The one person they trust to help is the man who sent them on the black operation—Jim Hall, a legendary CIA agent, Kyle’s sniper mentor, and Lauren’s boss and former lover.

But Hall has gone rogue. He is selling America’s innermost secrets to a ruthless Pakistani warlord who wants to mold al- Qaeda into a legitimate political party, and secure a nuclear arsenal. For Jim Hall, his former protégé Swanson is the final obstacle.

Success or failure pivots on whether Swanson can stop the old friend who trained him to be a shooter. From the streets of Washington to the Bavarian Alps, the two snipers stalk each other in a deadly hunt that has only one possible outcome.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
At the start of Coughlin and Davis's intricate, well-crafted fourth Sniper novel (after Clean Kill), Taliban fighters capture two U.S. soldiers in Afghanistan and cut off the head of a third, later posting a "gruesome little movie" of the beheading on the Internet. When Taliban commander Muhammed Waleed arranges with Jim Hall, a legendary CIA operative with whom Waleed worked against the Soviets, to take revenge on the killers, Hall selects his friend and former student, Marine Gunnery Sgt. Kyle Swanson, for the mission. But what Gunny Swanson doesn't know is that Hall, soon to retire, can't stand the thought of being shuffled off into insignificance, and he sets up Swanson to create a crisis that will allow Waleed to seize control of the Pakistani government while Hall blackmails the CIA into a luxurious retirement. Coughlin vividly contrasts the ethos of combat soldiers who never leave a buddy behind with the narcissistic CIA culture. (Mar.)
From the Publisher
Intricate, well-crafted…Coughlin vividly [portays] the ethos of combat soldiers.’’—Publishers Weekly

“The cat-and-mouse game that ensues between the two adversaries will have readers frantically turning pages. Series fans will enjoy the roller-coaster ride, and military-fiction buffs new to the series will find this episode a great place to start.” —Booklist



A Sniper Novel

“The pages fly by as Swanson must face his most personal mission yet. The military tactics take a backseat to the characters, creating a strong and compelling narrative. Coughlin and Davis have concocted another winner that should only encourage a growing readership.”—Booklist

“Former Marine Coughlin and bestseller Davis combine a well-paced, credible plot with a realistic portrayal of modern combat…The climax…will leave readers cheering.” —Publishers Weekly


A Sniper Novel

“Compelling.” —Publishers Weekly

“The [plot] propels the pages forward, but this one isn’t all about action: Swanson proves a surprisingly complex character...Dead Shot suggest[s] a hardware-heavy story that only an armed- services veteran could love. Surprisingly, it’s completely the opposite. Readers will be compelled…and will look forward to another Swanson adventure.”—Booklist

Kill Zone

A Sniper Novel

“Stunning action, excellent tradecraft, insider politics, and the ring of truth. Just about perfect.”—Lee Child

“Tight, suspenseful…Here’s hoping this is the first of many Swanson novels.” —Booklist

“A renowned sniper, Coughlin recounts battlefield action with considerable energy.”—The Washington Post

“The action reaches a furious pitch.”—Publishers Weekly


The Autobiography of the Top-Ranked Marine Sniper

“One of the best snipers in the Marine Corps, perhaps the very best. When I asked one of his commanders about his skills, the commander smiled and said, ‘I’m just glad he’s on our side.’”—Peter Maass, war-correspondent and bestselling author of Love Thy Neighbor

“The combat narratives here recount battlefield action with considerable energy . . . A renowned sniper, Coughlin is less concerned with his tally than with the human values of comradeship and love.”—The Washington Post

“Coughlin is a sniper, perhaps one of the most respected and feared in the Corps, and his memoir, Shooter, offers a uniquely intimate look into the life of one trained to live in the shadows . . . some of the most poignant action ever recorded in a modern Marine memoir.”—Seapower

Library Journal
No, marine sniper Kyle Swanson and his girlfriend, CIA agent Lauren Carson, have not turned traitor in this fourth outing. That's Jim Hall, Swanson's mentor and Carson's boss and former lover, who's selling secrets to a Pakistani warlord intent on making al Qaeda a legitimate political party. But Hall must get rid of Swanson to make things work. Dependable best-selling fiction.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312612016
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 3/1/2011
  • Series: Kyle Swanson Sniper Series , #4
  • Pages: 336
  • Product dimensions: 6.54 (w) x 9.34 (h) x 1.11 (d)

Meet the Author

Gunnery Sgt. Jack Coughlin was the Marine Corps' highest ranked sniper in the Iraq War. He served with the the Third Battalion, Fourth Marines during the drive to Baghdad and has operated on a wide range of assignments in hot spots around the world. He is co-author of the Kyle Swanson Sniper Novels, and of his autobiography, Shooter.


Donald A. Davis is the author of Lightning Strike: The Secret Mission to Kill Admiral Yamamoto and Avenge Pearl Harbor, and numerous other books, including several New York Times bestsellers. He lives outside Boulder, Colorado.

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THE TWO SOFT-BACK HUMVEES belonging to the 116th Infantry Brigade Combat Team of the U.S. Army National Guard were on familiar turf. The stony ridge on which they were perched provided the ten American infantrymen with a feeling of temporary shelter and safety. After several hard hours of rolling on patrol, it was a pleasure for them to call it a day and move back into the previously prepared positions.

Their unit was a cohesive all-Virginia outfit that had trained together for years, and most of the young soldiers were good friends from towns up and down the lush Shenandoah Valley. Four were African Americans, including fireplug-thick Sergeant Javon Anthony. The 116th could trace its lineage all the way back to the famed Stonewall Brigade of the Civil War, but the modern Army thought it politically incorrect to perpetuate that troubled slice of American history. The brigade was placed in the 29th Infantry Division, a move that did away with the old blue-gray arm patch showing a caped General Stonewall Jackson sitting on his horse, Little Sorrel. The “Stony on a Pony” silhouette was left behind.

Sergeant Anthony really did not care about that. For him, history had narrowed to last week, yesterday, the past hour. Afghanistan had a way of making a man focus only on what was in front of him. He sat in his Humvee, listening to the buzz of the radio traffic and asking himself the question that plagues every leader: Have I done everything that I can?

At thirty years of age, the sergeant was the oldest of the group by two years, and he knew each of his soldiers. He had been with them all the way through the recent tour of duty, well into its sixth month. So far, they had been lucky. Nobody had gotten much more than sunburn and scratches as they pulled routine patrol duty; endless and monotonous and dangerous. He was perfectly happy when night came over the mountains and one more day was done and could be crossed off the go-home calendar.

The squad was already in position up on the ridge. It overlooked an Afghan police security checkpoint about fifty meters away on the road below. The rough-looking cops had waved them into the prepared slots, and the leader, a young man, came up for a cigarette and to check on passwords. He wore a pakol, the traditional flat Afghan hat, over his black hair, and a mismatched camouflage uniform, with dusty sandals on his feet and an AK-47 slung over the right shoulder. Sergeant Abdul Aref was a tall man whose narrow face was dominated by a hooked nose. He spoke a little English, and his worried eyes indicated that he was just as glad as Anthony that the Americans had returned to the familiar position every night. That added firepower, so close to the guard post, had helped keep the peace.

It had been a tactical decision to use U.S. troops as reinforcements at checkpoints along the main roads in Afghanistan. The commanders had decided that pulling everyone back into large encampments was a mistake; it simply surrendered the night to the relentless enemy. The continuous presence at set positions, combined with the presence of Afghan security forces, spelled control of an area. Control meant security, and security provided the bridge to establish regular commerce so people could start living without fear again in this devastated country.

So Javon Anthony got his soldiers settled in for the night. The fighting holes were lined with sandbags, as were shallow revetments in which the Humvees could park nose-first. The .50 caliber machine guns were still aboveground, with a complete sweep of the surrounding area. He walked the perimeter, checked the small latrine area a few meters away, and made certain each man knew his role for the coming night, including who would be on sentry duty with the night-vision goggles while the partner slept. He took a final look down at the road checkpoint as the oncoming darkness flooded over the mountains, chasing the fading twilight from the western sky. He saw Sergeant Abdul Aref down at the checkpoint, threw him a casual salute, and got a wave in return.

Satisfied, Anthony picked up the radio handset and called his company headquarters seven miles away to report that his team was settled. “Saber, Saber. This is Saber Three Alpha.”

“Saber Three Alpha, this is Saber. Send your traffic.”

“Roger. Three Alpha occupied our overwatch position. Situation normal. Three Alpha out.”


With that formality, he had done all he could do. Anthony rewarded himself with a moment of relaxation. His eyes were rimmed with red from staring over the sparse landscape all day, hunting signs of potential trouble, and the dirt and sweat had left him grubby and smelly. They would return to camp tomorrow, so there was a shower in his future. He popped a bottle of water, tore open an MRE package, and pretended that it was food. Then he was instantly asleep.

*   *   *

A LINE OF CARS, buses, and trucks was waiting to be checked before rolling on, the drivers and passengers using the cool night during which to travel instead of the baking daytime sun. Sergeant Aref watched them through a firing slit in a roadside concrete bunker. A metal bar outside the bunker had to be raised by a guard to allow a vehicle through. The bunker had a small heater powered by a chugging generator outside that would fight the colder air settling down like an icy layer from the high peaks of the White Mountains.

His position guarded a rural road, a small but vital route that connected some of the wheat farms and villages on the Shomali Plains to the main roads. Aref was confident of the position. Concrete barriers, piles of sandbags, and steel poles forced all vehicles to curve slowly in and out, stop and go, as they approached. Big irrigation ditches prevented much off-road movement. Aref folded his hands and blew on them for a puff of warmth.

The steep little single-lane road at the mouth of the Panjshir Valley had been used back when American special operations teams were chasing Osama bin Laden through the valley and into Pakistan, only a dozen miles away. That had given the entire region a mystique among Afghans. Whoever controlled this section of road held a lot more than a piece of dirt: If the Taliban could disrupt traffic here, the villagers might believe Osama would return, this time leading a mighty force to conquer the infidels. Afghans knew from their long, fierce history that eventually they always won, however long it might take and whatever the price.

Aref’s men were allowing one vehicle at a time into the cordoned parking space where a final search was done. It was a slow process, and the drivers were growing impatient as the long line of SUVs, private cars, jammed buses, big trucks, and pickups waited to be cleared. Diesel and gasoline engines spewed noxious fumes. Windows were down, and music came from radios. Some drivers and passengers got out of the vehicles to talk while waiting their turn at the gate. Soldiers were gathered around a small fire off to the side, brewing tea.

There was no moon tonight, but the sky was smooth and so clear that stars blinked like little warning lights, although they could not be seen from the checkpoint, where two racks of bright floodlights punched a bright dome in the darkness. Aref checked his wristwatch. Almost one o’clock in the morning. He decided to break up the soldiers around the fire and get them out on perimeter patrol. There was no reason for worry. Tonight seemed no different than any other in the past two weeks. Still, nervousness itched at him just like the rough blanket.

*   *   *

THE ATTACK BEGAN TWO hours later when an old cargo truck pulled into the checkpoint, groaning on its springs beneath the weight of boxes of scrap metal covered by a ratty tarpaulin. The driver stared straight ahead, as if lost in thought, then pushed a button to detonate his bomb, a pair of artillery shells that were tamped down beside cans of gasoline. A stolen case of M-84 flash-bang grenades also was in the cargo bed, four containers in the case, and three grenades in each container. The explosion had nothing to contain it, and curtains of sharp and heavy steel fragments whipped across the area, while the instant mixture of the ammonium and magnesium in the grenades temporarily created a world of instant light a thousand times brighter than a welder’s torch. The driver was vaporized.

Javon Anthony had been looking the other way through his NVGs but was still knocked silly by the blast. His goggles, which amplified light, were lit up by the flash and temporarily blinded him. He was deafened by the roar, and the ground shook. Fighting the pain in his eyes, he ripped off the goggles and screamed, “Everybody up! Jones and Stewart: Get on those guns. Everybody get sharp. Now!” He shook his head to try to clear his vision, but it was no use. He saw only dancing panels of red and yellow, and felt the wetness of blood coming from his ears.

As soon as the explosion rocked the checkpoint, a rocket-propelled grenade whistled in from behind the Americans and smashed into one of the stationary Humvees, turning it into a flaming pyre. Shadowy men rose from the tangle of irrigation ditches and stormed in firing automatic rifles and more RPGs. The surprised Americans were barely able to react, much less fight.

Down below, the checkpoint had been utterly destroyed, replaced by a smoking crater. Abdul Aref and his entire team were dead, as were the occupants of every vehicle within a hundred-meter radius. Cars and people alike were on fire, strange torches in the night, and a flank of the attacking force veered away from the Americans and ran to the remaining vehicles to inflict even more damage. They fired as they ran, riddling cars and trucks with bullets. Several drivers had managed to get off the road and were killed when they hit a ditch or stopped to turn around. Vehicle after vehicle was destroyed by the rampaging Taliban guerrillas.

More men with an entirely different mission overran the American position.

At first Anthony was shooting blind and couldn’t hear any of the rounds being fired. His vision and hearing slowly returned, and then he picked up the hard hammering of the machine gun of the remaining Humvee. Johnson screamed curses, then disappeared in the blast of an RPG.

Javon Anthony tried to gather his wits. From all around and below, the sergeant could hear the groaning of wounded men, some of them screaming in agony. First things first. “I need a head count!” he yelled, still hugging the dirt. Only three voices called out. Then another RPG zipped overhead, exploding some distance away, and shadows became men with guns, right on top of him. He shot one.

Anthony crawled over to where Jake Henderson was still moving and shooting. Together, their combined fire made the attack temporarily falter around their fighting hole.

“You hit?”

“Naw. I was asleep in the bottom of the hole.”

“Who else is still alive?”

“I heard Eddie Wilson over there to the right,” said Henderson, rapidly changing to a fresh magazine.

“Wilson!” Anthony called out. “Wilson! Where the fuck are you?”

Eddie Wilson did not answer. Then an RPG round blew up on the edge of the fighting hole, and Jake Henderson and Javon Anthony were both knocked unconscious. The attackers checked to see if the two Americans were still alive, and when their pulses were found to be strong, both were dragged away to become prisoners.

*   *   *

PART OF THE TALIBAN unit that hit the Americans was a snatch-and-grab team with a unique mission. While the others carried out the actual fighting, they used the chaos to cover their advance to the edge of the main group. One young American soldier was sprawled helplessly on his back. Looking directly at the checkpoint at the moment of the explosion, he had been thrown over by the concussion and was clawing at his eyes and screaming in pain. His partner had barely seen the Taliban soldiers before the raiders shot him in the head.

Strong hands grabbed Eddie Wilson, and a fist punched him hard in the stomach to make him lose his wind. Then he was hauled from the fighting hole and pulled into the muck of the big irrigation ditch.

They threw him down face-first into the slime and bound his wrists with plastic flex-ties, then used more strong plastic loops to secure his ankles. Eddie Wilson tried to kick one of the men but was punched hard in the kidneys. The commandos bent him painfully backward and tied his ankles to his wrists. He could hear the firing of small arms and some distant explosions, but he was helpless.

His captors rolled him over so his face came out of the mud, and he sucked in a deep breath. A pinpoint of light flashed on in the ditch. He recognized it as a cell phone.

Wilson was bowed backward with his neck fully exposed. He shouted again and cursed with impotent fury when a strong hand grabbed his forehead and held it steady. Two muscular legs locked around his waist.

He heard the two men speaking calmly to each other. Then a bright flashlight was clicked on and the beam shone directly into his eyes. He yelled, “Sarge! Anybody! Help me! Javon, where are y’all?”

The kidnapper behind him reached out, and in his hand the American saw the shining blade of a huge knife. “No! No!” Wilson yelled, trying to thrash his way free, his eyes widening in fear. “Mama! Help me!”

The Taliban fighter spun the thick blade and yanked it hard against the lower neck of the screaming, struggling soldier. A bloody crimson gap followed the edge of the knife, the wound yawning wider as the blade moved relentlessly onward. A thick fountain of blood spewed out as the terrorist slowly worked on the tendons, the veins, and finally the spinal cord. Eddie’s terrorized screams had been reduced to pitiful whimpers and then only gurgles as his head was sawed off. When the body fell away, the still-beating heart continued pushing out quarts of thick blood, and the Taliban fighter lifted up the American’s head and bleeding neck, turning the face toward the cell phone camera being held rock steady by his partner. Eddie Wilson’s final expression was a grotesque contortion of agony, shock, disbelief, and surprise. Then the flashlight clicked off, and the two men ran for safety, leaving the American soldier in pieces behind them.

Javon Anthony’s entire squad had been wiped out. Seven were killed in the fighting, Wilson tortured and murdered on the spot, while Anthony and Henderson were heading into a brutal captivity.

Two days later, the gruesome little movie was available on the Internet. Terrorists no longer had to rely on Al Jazeera or any specific journalist for publicity. They could post whatever they wanted directly to the entire world, and the horrible images of the death of the young American soldier spread like a pandemic virus throughout the electronic universe, impossible to stop.


Copyright © 2011 by Jack Coughlin with Donald A. Davis

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  • Posted October 17, 2013

    Veteran Marine Corps Scout Sniper Gunnery Sergeant Kyle Swanson

    Veteran Marine Corps Scout Sniper Gunnery Sergeant Kyle Swanson has been taking some hard-earned, much-needed rest and recovery from his recent encounters in the Middle East and the terrorist attack on himself and his team from the previous book, Clean Kill. However, before he is able to get too comfortable, a call comes in from his oldest friend, mentor, and sniper trainer, CIA Senior Agent Jim Hall, to help him carry out one last farewell mission in Pakistan before retiring. However, as soon as the sniper shots are fired, all hell breaks loose. After being framed and labeled as a traitor and murderer by his own country, Kyle must use every ounce of training, knowledge and skills to get home safe, clear his name, and punish those who framed him in the first place.

    This is the fourth book in the Kyle Swanson series written by real life Retired Marine Sniper Jack Coughlin. Using his real life knowledge and experiences in the push to Iraq and other missions around the world, he infuses his stories of information that brings realism and credibility to the issues and resolutions that are discussed. This fast-pased roller coaster of action, espionage, and intrigue is an amazing thrill ride that will grab you as the first shots ring out to the final showdown, like an old western.

    Because of the major backstories that are covered in the previous three books, there is not a great deal of explanation for the way things are with certain characters so to fully enjoy and understand everything in the book, it is highly recommended that anyone interested in this book begin with the first of the series and work your way up. Believe me, you won’t regret it. Also, there is a good deal of military jargon that good readers can infer the meaning of most times. However, because of my military background I was able to understand, but some of it might be a bit difficult for readers unfamiliar with the military system, jargon, and some acronyms used throughout. Worst case, if you come across this issue, I would recommend having a phone nearby where you can look it up online.

    While there is not a great deal of violence, keep in mind this is a American military sniper novel that portrays the actions and adventures of a highly trained Marine Corps Sniper. There might be some scenes of violence that could turn a few stomachs of those a bit more squeamish than others. Just be prepared for a bit of description of painful injuries and a few instances of graphic hand-to-hand combat descriptions.

    Overall, this book was well written just like the other three. Anyone who is remotely a fan of modern military fiction or just likes a good fast-paced action book will more than enjoy this one. Good huntings!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 5, 2011

    Devil Dog does it again by AXMarine

    This was really hard to put down, read it in 3 nights. Outstanding Marine

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 23, 2011

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    Semper Fi

    Great read, I am suprised Gunny Coughlin puts out such good work.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 21, 2011

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    Interesting To A Point

    An Act of Treason involves a long-term CIA agent who is near retirement and wants to get some big bucks before he goes. He betrays two of his best colleagues and enables terrorists. The hunt is on and sniper Karl Lawson endured various
    obstacles en route to finding his traitor friend. It all leads up an anticlimactic ending. The characters are either cliches or stick figures, which make the book less interesting. But, for spy thrller fans,there is enough here to keep you entertained.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 13, 2011

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    a terrific espionage thriller

    US Marine Corps sniper Kyle Swanson and his girlfriend CIA agent Lauren Carson are on a mission in Pakistan. However, they have been exposed by someone in their chain leading to Kyle's incarceration and Lauren blamed for the fiasco; she is accused of turning traitor by selling her boyfriend out and giving top secrets to an al Qaeda supporter.

    Swanson and Carson need to extradite themselves from the mess they are in as the pair trust no one. Both share in common their high regard for CIA legend Jim Hall, who mentored each of them and was Lauren's lover at one time. They would have expected him to mount an extraction rescue, but he sent them on the mission that has the pair tied in knots. Neither wants to believe that Hall set them up to conceal his selling top secret information to a Pakistani warlord who supports converting al-Qaeda into a political party and to possess a nuclear arsenal. Hall has one problem; he must kill his former apprentice.

    The latest Swanson Sniper tale (see Clean Kill), An Act of Treason is a terrific espionage thriller as an idolized hero turns traitor shaking Swanson's soul more than al Qaeda can. The story line is fast-paced though linear as the audience anticipates a sniper showdown, which happens in the Alps.

    Harriet Klausner

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    Posted April 14, 2012

    Really liking the flow!

    Picked up this one thursday night and just finished it. Cant wait to read more from this auther

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  • Posted May 29, 2011

    A Must Read if you like books about snipers

    The pace is fast. The book is an excellent work by a man who was there.

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