Blackout (Riley Covington Series #3)

Blackout (Riley Covington Series #3)

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by Jason Elam, Steve Yohn
     
 

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Some predicted the possibility, but no one expected this reality.Linebacker Riley Covington is still recovering from his father’s brutal murder when he is suddenly uprooted and shuffled off to Washington in a trade. As he gears up for training camp with a new team, he learns that the counterterrorism division has detected a new plot to detonate twoSee more details below

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Some predicted the possibility, but no one expected this reality.Linebacker Riley Covington is still recovering from his father’s brutal murder when he is suddenly uprooted and shuffled off to Washington in a trade. As he gears up for training camp with a new team, he learns that the counterterrorism division has detected a new plot to detonate two electromagnetic pulse bombs over the United States. An attack like this could devastate the country, leaving people without power, communications, or transportation—with planes falling from the sky all around them. CTD scrambles to stop the attacks, but between interfering bureaucrats and a narrowing window of opportunity, it happens: The lights go out in New York City. No power. No cell phones. No way out. Amid the chaos, Riley joins his former Special Ops team to make sure the second bomb doesn’t get a chance to reach its destination. Tyndale House Publishers

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ISBN-13:
9781414331720
Publisher:
Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date:
01/01/2010
Series:
Riley Covington Series, #3
Pages:
416
Product dimensions:
5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.10(d)

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BLACKOUT

A RILEY COVINGTON THRILLER
By JASON ELAM STEVE YOHN

TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.

Copyright © 2010 Jason Elam and Steve Yohn
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-3172-0


Chapter One

TUESDAY, JUNE 30

The impact was swift and sudden. Muhammed Zerin Khan cursed himself; he should have seen it coming. He had always prided himself on having a sixth sense-a special awareness of his surroundings. But this time, his gift had failed him, and now he would pay for it.

The initial concussion knocked the air from his lungs and left him stunned. A dizzying pain forced him to squeeze his eyes shut until the wave passed.

As he sucked for air, he spun and scrambled to all fours. He knew he had to get into fighting position or it was all over. But as he looked around, he knew he was done for. Where did they all come from?

Hands were all over him. Something sharp pressed into his lower back. He tried to squirm away, but the grips on his arms and legs were like iron manacles.

Less than a week ago, Zerin had walked into the Georgia State Prison and sat down in the tight cubicle. His father was waiting for him on the other side of the Plexiglas with the phone already in his hand. Zerin pressed his knuckles to the cool glass as he picked up the phone. His father leaned forward and completed the fist tap. "It's been a while, Son. You good?"

"I'mliving. You?"

His father slowly leaned back in his chair, stretching the phone's cord taut. Zerin noticed how the man's age had begun to reveal itself. The wrinkles around his eyes and the gray streaked through his beard made him look much older than Zerin remembered. The look was a little surreal, a little discordant with what he knew of his father's past, because with the white kufi and the white prison-issue garb, his father actually looked like one of the wise imams Zerin had seen online.

"Me? I'm doing well. Allah has blessed me. Besides, it does my heart good to know what's on the horizon," his father stated with a definitive smirk.

"'What's on the horizon'? What do you mean?" Zerin asked him, puzzled.

The older man slowly shook his head. "I'd love to tell you, Son. I want you to know-to be ready for-what's coming down the pike. But I can only say so much. Let's just say it's gonna happen. It is gonna happen. And you'll know it when it does. And you'll also know that your old man knew about it before it did, because they came to me for help. They asked me to organize this. I am the only one in this whole facility to whom they have entrusted their plan.

"So when it all goes down, you'll know that your broken-down old pops was responsible for everything that takes place in this here facility. You'll know that I was involved in the biggest thing that's happened since ... well, just trust me, boy, you'll know. Meantime, we just have to be patient, and insha'Allah, we will make it count when the time is right."

Zerin said nothing. His father had taken these cryptic turns occasionally during recent visits. The first few rebuffs had taught Zerin not to try to dig for anything deeper than what his dad was ready to willingly offer up.

After a short pause, his father sat upright in his chair, releasing the tension from the phone cord. "Enough of that for now. I want to know how my son is. How's your training going? Tell me everything."

It was now less than one week later, and Zerin was glad he hadn't had this story to tell his father. The weight on his back was pressing the air out of his lungs. He fought and squirmed with every fiber of his existence, but there were simply too many of them. There was laughter all around, mocking and cruel, as those in the room started a mini celebration.

Zerin's rage boiled over, and he made a sudden effort to free himself. One arm got loose but was quickly clamped back down. Someone had his head pressed firmly into the short carpet and was rubbing it roughly back and forth, taking the skin off his right cheek directly under his eye.

Suddenly he was flipped onto his side, and he heard the unmistakable sound of someone ripping off pieces of duct tape. Through the bodies, Zerin could see the one with the tape moving toward him. He tried to tuck his legs a bit in order to drive his heels into this man. Maybe he could break his assailant's nose and in the frenzy free himself. It was a long shot, but at the very least Zerin could make them realize he wasn't simply going to let them have their way.

As the others made room for the taper, Zerin saw his chance. He lunged with all his might, kicking straight into what he hoped was the man's face. At the last second, the attacker saw it coming and dropped his head just enough to take the full force on his forehead. While the man stumbled backward, dazed, the pile on top of Zerin grew even larger. Fists were driven into his side, and threats were made against any further resistance.

Zerin had no hope now. His opponents held him firmly, and the tape began wrapping his legs. Once his ankles were secured, his wrists and arms were next. As his arms were pulled tighter behind his back, Zerin felt a piercing pain in his shoulder. He refused to cry out.

Duct tape went around and around his head and eyes, and then a strip went over his mouth, causing his first moment of real panic. He had been breathing deeply through his mouth, but now he had to draw rapidly through his nose.

Now he saw nothing but felt clothes being ripped off him. A chill told him when there was nothing left on his body.

Then he was on the move. The complete darkness was disorienting. He tried to picture in his mind the direction he was being taken but soon got lost. The carpet he was being dragged across was creating more rug burns on his already-reddened body. Zerin was trapped between rage and terror.

After a few more yards, he felt himself lifted off the ground and passed from hand to hand. There was laughing and shouting coming from all around him.

Then, as quickly as he was picked up, he fell back down. His body slammed headfirst into the floor-only now the abrasive carpet had been replaced by hard tile. A searing pain shot through Zerin's brain, and he immediately felt blood rolling across what little skin on his face wasn't covered with tape.

As he tried to collect his wits, hot breath made its way into his ear. "Khan, did you really think you could hide from us? Did you really think we wouldn't get you? We get everybody!"

The duct tape was ripped from his mouth. "You have any last words, Khan?"

Zerin spit, not knowing if he hit anybody. Another big cheer went through the crowd, as well as one loud curse.

Again he felt himself being lifted, and then there came another free fall. Zerin cringed and tried to brace himself. However, the impact was not what he expected. It felt like he had been dropped into liquid fire. The shock sucked all the air from his already-burning lungs.

Then he realized that it wasn't heat but cold-ice cold. He instinctively took a breath, and freezing water rushed through his sinuses. He began to choke. As quickly as he was in the water he was plucked out.

Amid the laughter and cheers, he was flopped on the cold tile, gagging and trying to rid the water from his lungs.

Suddenly the unmistakable voice of Roy Burton, head coach of the Colorado Mustangs, pierced the air. "What do you idiots think you're doing? Get away from him, now! Somebody get some scissors and cut this boy loose."

Zerin heard the mass exodus of people, and by the time the tape was removed from his eyes, the crowd had grown very small.

It was then that Coach Burton noticed the blood. "Get the trainers in here too. Quick!"

Burton leaned down. "Son, you okay? I'm sorry about this."

But Zerin said nothing. What was there to say? He had been hurt and humiliated. They had attacked his body and his dignity. Those were not things he could just brush off and forget. Zerin had heard about rookie hazing in the Professional Football League, but this incident had gone way too far.

Now the seeds of revenge had been sown. On that cold floor, he made a vow-a promise to himself that he would be patient. He would find his time. He would strike! Just as his father had said.

"It is gonna happen.... We just have to be patient, and insha'Allah, we will make it count when the time is right."

(Continues...)



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