Gridlock

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Two Iranian agents hand over one million dollars to a Russian engineer for a thumbdrive. The drive contains a deadly computer virus that could shut down all electrical power in the United States at a keystroke.

In rural North Dakota, a lineman is electrocuted, and the local cop sent to investigate is shot to death. As rolling electrical blackouts begin to shut down major US cities, the war for energy domination begins.

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Overview

Two Iranian agents hand over one million dollars to a Russian engineer for a thumbdrive. The drive contains a deadly computer virus that could shut down all electrical power in the United States at a keystroke.

In rural North Dakota, a lineman is electrocuted, and the local cop sent to investigate is shot to death. As rolling electrical blackouts begin to shut down major US cities, the war for energy domination begins.

Two nations are behind this deadly attack: Venezuela and Iran, intent on destroying the present world order and bringing an arrogant America to its knees. Their agent of terror is Yuri Makarov, a former Spetsnaz officer, the best of the best among the shadow world of killers for hire. When governments are powerless to stop such a man from sending the United States back to the horse-and-buggy era, North Dakota county sheriff Nate Osborne and brash journalist Ashley Borden once again step into the breach.

Gridlock is a harrowing near-future thriller from New York Times bestselling duo Senator Byron Dorgan and David Hagberg.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The nation’s energy grid remains a terrorist target in Dorgan and Hagberg’s action-packed follow-up to 2012’s Blowout. Several computer probes aimed at our electrical power system indicate that a major strike is on the way. The Iranian and Venezuelan secret services have hired Barend Dekker, a genius hacker operating out of Holland, to insert a Russian virus into the American grid. Dr. Whitney Lipton, the head of the Dakota Initiative power station, which survived a massive attack in the last book, is still herding her army of coal-eating, methane producing bacteria. Her friend Ashley Borden, a reporter for the Bismarck Tribune, and Ashley’s boyfriend, county sheriff Nate Osborne, are about all that stands in the way of ex-Spetsnaz Capt. Yuri Makarov, now working as a contract killer to aid in the virus’s implementation. Former Senator Dorgan’s energy policy expertise and bestseller Hagberg’s thriller-writing know-how bode well for a long series. Agent: Mel Berger, William Morris Endeavor. (July)
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“Here's the high-stakes, mile-a-minute, knock-your-socks-off, page-turning political thriller of the year. Senator Byron Dorgan and thriller-master David Hagberg make one helluva storytelling team. From the first scene to the last page, they're aiming high and hitting every bulls-eye.”

—William Martin, New York Times bestselling author

“Senator Byron Dorgan and David Hagberg deliver a thriller crackling with realism and shocking authenticity. Right now, Gridlock is a hair-raising and fascinating fictional thrill ride. Right now. But what will the future bring?”

—Whitley Strieber, New York Times bestselling author

Praise for Blowout

“Oodles of action…now that’s what I call a thriller. Sizzling hot!”

—Stephen Coonts, New York Times bestselling author of The Disciple  

“David Hagberg is a proven master of the thriller genre and Senator Byron Dorgan brings a unique, insider's view on politics and the world. Together they've woven a complicated tale, told deceptively simple, that will leave you wanting more. Plenty of sizzle in this page-turner.”

—Steve Berry, New York Times bestselling author of The Jefferson Key

“Combining masterly writing skills with deep knowledge of their subject, authors Dorgan and Hagberg serve up a unique, thought-provoking and, above all, ceaselessly exciting novel about today's hidden security threat: our willingness to overlook evil in our addiction to foreign energy supplies. The pace will make you sweat, the plot will make you think, and the peril is very real.”

—Ralph Peters, New York Times bestselling author of Cain at Gettysburg 

“Dorgan and Hagberg have written an edge-of-the-seat thriller about energy that will stretch your imagination and keep you guessing until the very last page.”

—Former U.S. Senate Majority Leader Tom Daschle

“This book hits the bull's-eye on our energy challenge. How to end our addiction to foreign oil by finding new ways to produce energy here at home while at the same time protecting our environment? Blowout combines a healthy imagination about an energy future with fast-paced action.”

—Former Governor of New Mexico and U.S. Energy Secretary Bill Richardson

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765327383
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 7/9/2013
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 529,018
  • Product dimensions: 6.54 (w) x 9.40 (h) x 1.34 (d)

Meet the Author

Byron Dorgan

BYRON L. DORGAN served as a congressman and senator for North Dakota for thirty years. He was chairman of Senate committees and subcommittees on the issues of energy, aviation, appropriations, water policy, and Indian affairs.

DAVID HAGBERG is a former Air Force cryptographer who has traveled extensively in Europe, the Arctic, and the Caribbean. He has published more than seventy novels of suspense, including the bestselling Allah's Scorpion, The Expediter, and Abyss.

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MINNEAPOLIS WAS COLD, snow still on the ground, the trees bare. Like Moscow, no spring buds here yet. Former Spetsnaz Captain Yuri Makarov, a nephew of Nikolai Makarov who designed the 9mm pistol that had been universally used in the Soviet military, got off the Delta flight from New York’s LaGuardia a few minutes before eleven in the morning, nodding to the two first-class attendants, and headed down the Jetway into the Lindbergh Terminal. A man in no apparent hurry.

Traveling under a British passport with the work name Thomas Parks, he’d brought only a small leather carry-on bag which he slung over his shoulder and turned left at the gate and headed to the main terminal. It was a weekday and the airport was busy mostly with business travelers, and no one paid any particular attention to him.

He was fairly short, under six feet, slender, with dark hair, wide dark eyes, glasses, a pleasant demeanor, and an easy almost shy smile, and at thirty-five he’d often been mistaken for a soccer player, or former soccer player for some British team. His accent was as impeccable as was his grooming and dress—lightweight tailored blue blazer, open collar shirt, and gray slacks. He carried a Burberry over his arm, and wore Italian handmade half boots.

Parks appeared to be a gentleman, perhaps in banking, probably old family credentials. In fact he was a contract killer, whose real name and actual background were known to only a few people inside Russia, and even they had no idea where he had disappeared to almost eight years ago. But he could be reached by the right people, mostly people working at fairly high levels for some government intelligence service, who had need of skills such as his. And who had access to a great deal of money. Makarov never failed and that expertise came at a hefty price.

He followed the signs to the car rental desks on the second level and stopped at the Hertz counter, the line fairly short. When it was his turn he presented his British driving license and American Express platinum card. “Thomas Parks.”

“Good morning, Mr. Parks,” the attractive young clerk said, smiling. “Good flight?”

“Yes.”

She brought up his reservation on her computer screen. “I have you for a Chevrolet Impala, but I can upgrade you—”

“The Chevy will be just fine.”

She nodded, ran his credit card and driver’s license through the system, which spit out a rental agreement, which Makarov signed and five minutes later he was in the car and heading away from the airport.

For this assignment, which was almost ridiculously simple by his standards, he’d been contacted the usual way through a secure e-mail account that was routed through several remailers, ending with a large but discrete service in New Delhi. He’d met with his client at a booth in the back of a small pub just off Trafalgar Square at noon fifteen days ago. Both of them carried the day’s edition of Le Figaro. And twenty-four hours earlier Makarov had gone around to the back of the building to make sure that it had a rear door in case something went wrong.

“Good afternoon,” he said, laying his newspaper on the table and sitting down.

The man across from him was older, perhaps in his mid to late fifties, with steel-gray short cropped hair, a square almost Teutonic face, and broad shoulders and thick chest that strained against the light jacket he was wearing. He was not smiling, and Makarov got the impression that he never smiled.

“What do I call you?”

“For the moment, Mr. Schmidt will do,” Makarov said, a slight German accent to his voice. “You contacted me and I’m here. What do you want?”

“Do you want to know who I am?”

“You’re Colonel Luis Delgado, SEBIN. What does Venezuelan intelligence want with me?”

Delgado’s left eyebrow rose. “A small job of work at first.”

Makarov said nothing.

“In western North Dakota, it’s in the upper Midwest of the United States.”

“Continue.”

Delgado told him what the job involved. “We’ll book your air, hotel, and car reservations, as well as provide you the proper equipment—“

Makarov raised a hand to stop the man. “I’ll make my own arrangements. But there must be a better way of striking back after Balboa.” The operation shortly after Christmas had been a U.S. strike on five of Venezuela’s forward air force bases—the most important to Chavez. And the remark got to the colonel, because he was suddenly curt.

“Do you want the job or not?”

Makarov handed him a business card that contained only two series of numbers, one with nine digits which was a bank router and the second of ten which was his account number. “Five hundred thousand euros now and an additional five hundred thousand when the job is completed to your satisfaction.”

The colonel nodded. “Time is of the essence,” he said, but Makarov had already gotten to his feet and was heading for the door.

The half million had shown up in his Channel Islands’ account twenty-four hours later and he’d spent the last eight days arranging with the Russian Mafia in New York for his equipment to be purchased and put in place, his British documents and credit card secured, and the first-class flight reservations from Heathrow to New York and from there to Minneapolis arranged. He would fly to Paris under a different set of documents when he was finished here.

He picked up Interstate 494 west which was part of the ring highway system around the Twin Cities and seven miles later turned off at one of the exits for the suburb of Bloomington, where he pulled in at an E-Z Self Storage facility. He entered the four-digit code and the gate swung inward so he could drive back to a small unit in the last row.

No one was around at this hour, and Makarov unlocked the roll-up door with the key that had been left for him at LaGuardia taped under seat 2A aboard his Delta flight. Inside, a duffle bag was propped up against the rear wall of the unit. Making sure that no one was coming, he opened the bag and expertly checked the partially disassembled American-made model 90 Barrett sniper rifle, making certain that the firing pin was intact. Also included as per his orders were the Leupold & Stevens x10 scope, and one eleven-round detachable box magazine loaded with .50 in Browning ammunition. The 1,000-grain big-caliber bullet was 100 percent deadly from nearly a mile out, and could even penetrate the engine blocks of military vehicles, and aircraft.

Something blocked the sun and Makarov turned as one of the largest men he’d ever encountered stepped inside. At nearly seven feet the man had to weigh more than three hundred pounds and yet with tree trunk legs, an impossibly broad chest, huge neck, and massive shoulders, his baby face was disproportionately small. He was grinning like an idiot.

“Who are you?” Makarov asked mildly.

“Don Toivo. I own this place.”

“Well, you scared the hell out of me, mate. Do you always go around sneaking up on people?”

“Only when I find something interesting in the units they rent from me,” Toivo said and he glanced at the duffle bag. “And what’s in there is definitely very interesting. Illegal.”

“It’s for sport. Target practice. I’m in a competition the day after tomorrow.”

“Not with full-grain hollow points. That is a weapon for killing people.”

“How would you know something like that?” Makarov asked, measuring distances and angles. The big man had been injured sometime in the past because he favored his left leg.

“I make it my business.”

“Very well. What comes next?”

“You have two choices: leave the rifle, drive away, and never come back, or pay me what I think I can get for it on the open market. I know some guys.”

Makarov smiled. “You weren’t a footballer, too big. I suspect that you could never move fast enough. Weight lifter, shot putter?”

“WWF,” Toivo said.

Makarov shook his head.

“World Wrestling Federation. Television.”

“I see,” Makarov said. “Actually neither choice will work. I can’t leave my things here, nor am I willing to pay you anything.”

Toivo’s grin broadened. “I hoped you’d say something like that, because there is a third choice.”

“Which is?”

“I fucking break you in two and take the gun anyway. How about that choice?”

 

Copyright © 2013 by Byron L. Dorgan and David Hagberg

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  • Posted August 22, 2013

    An easy, exciting cyber thriller hard to put down.

    This book truly surprised me in that I would not have expected such an easy and enjoyable read to come from the pen of a politician. David Hagberg, no doubt, added the flourishes. Simple put, this is about as good a thriller as you will read anywhere, and better than most. It is a fast, easy read, enjoyable to the hilt, and utterly realistic. The prose is effortless and from the very first page, I was hooked. The fact that can happen is frightening and lead me throughout, hoping that our national security and counter terrorist cyber experts are smarter than the bad guys. Without dwelling on minutia, Dorgan and Hagberg give us real characters, real life situations and crisp dialogue that never lets the reader down, at least not me. I felt for every one of them (the good guys) and rooted for the demise of the terrorists and their ilk. The phony NSA scandal that occupies so much of the press dialogue these days looks petty and foolish when weighed against what our national is up against and just how serious a threat to our way of life cyber terrorists are. I read a lot of thrillers, but this one is at the very top of my list of recommends. I will give away no details nor will I spill the beans on how this story ends. Buy it yourself and see what good writing can do for the imagination.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2013

    Syren

    A girl is thrown in.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2013

    Sara esmea

    Right before she stuck the syruem in she shot a bolt of lighting in . Now youll have power over lighting or electricity

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    Jordan

    *Walks in, looking for any more guards. He makes a .45 materialize in his hand.* Hey, buddies. This mutant says come out and play.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    Blaze

    Well sorry if i didnt give you a clean description. I just check on oce and a while but won't post.- blaze is gone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    A bullet

    Hits blaze on the left wrist

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2013

    Stormen

    Her nails seem to sharpen, and her eyes turn a sharper gold. She gasps out and goes limp.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2013

    Dr. X

    Ok))

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2013

    Monarch

    Yes sir(ps im changing my nameback to RM-7)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 9, 2013

    M3

    Does the same thing to Natalya as was done to RM-7
    Natalya:* eyes turn black

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2013

    must read

    enjoyed both books in this series

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  • Posted August 22, 2013

    Good read

    I like this book. dragged in a few areas but overall the action kept going throughout the book.

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    Posted July 21, 2013

    Closed forever

    But join the SCAM CLUB search pizzer and go to result 1

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