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Robert Ludlum's The Lazarus Vendetta (Covert-One Series #5)

Robert Ludlum's The Lazarus Vendetta (Covert-One Series #5)

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by Robert Ludlum (Created by), Scott Brick (Read by), Patrick Larkin

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When an attack on a nano-tech research facility leaves thousands dead, Covert-One operative Jon Smith must find the truth about the Lazarus Movement.


When an attack on a nano-tech research facility leaves thousands dead, Covert-One operative Jon Smith must find the truth about the Lazarus Movement.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Larkin (The Tribune) picks up the reins for the fifth entry in the Ludlum-spawned Covert-One biotech series (The Altman Code; etc.), bringing to the task a solid intelligence, some really scary nanotechnology and a writing style that sometimes lapses into clich but always gets the job done. FBI Deputy Assistant Director Kit Pierson and her CIA counterpart, Hal Burke, are secretly working on an operation to destroy the Lazarus Movement, an environmental group run amok. Once a legitimate organization, the Lazarus Movement has been taken over by an evil scientist whose goal is-you guessed it-world domination. Thrust into the middle of this deadly struggle is series hero Lt. Col. Jon Smith, M.D., a scientist and operative for Covert-One, a super top-secret intelligence unit. When the Lazarus Movement's attack on a biotech lab releases a deadly brew of nanophages, microscopic killer devices that turn those unlucky enough to inhale them into piles of "reddish liquid sludge," some start to think that the movement's diabolical leader envisions a vastly depopulated world that he can redesign into an environmental paradise. The action careens from continent to continent, with the bad guys always a few steps ahead of the heroes. Eventually, everyone ends up on an island in the Azores, where, after a deadly firefight and some last-minute reversals, the inevitable conclusion arrives. Hand-to-hand action, intriguing science and plot speed will keep most techno-thriller readers nailed to their seats. (On sale Oct. 19) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Fifth entry in the Ludlum fiction factory's Covert-One series, this time from notes fleshed out by historical novelist Larkin (Passing Judgment, 1996, etc.). Again on hand is Colonel Jon Smith, M.D., specialist in infectious diseases who chases down bad bugs meant to destroy large populations when delivered by a typical Ludlum terrorist group intent on taking over very large sections of the world. Smith works for Covert-One, the president's personal secret intelligence agency, although this time out Jon says he's on detached duty with the Pentagon. The big terrorist baddie now is the Lazarus Movement, an environmentalist group hijacked by a monster intent on-guess what?-wiping out most of the world and rising from the dead to rule the remainder living. How to go about this? It seems that the Teller Institute, which the president will visit in three days to lend his support to medical research underway there, has developed nanophages, supertiny organisms about the size of ten atoms that can zip about a sick body and take out cancer cells, or any other infected cells. Alas, when five cancerous mice are injected with the nanophages, four survive but the fifth shrivels. Now, if someone could isolate the shriveling agent in a nanophage, he'd have the world's most deadly biological weapon. A top Japanese scientist on the project has disappeared. The Lazarus Movement swells gigantically when a Zimbabwe village is wiped out, with the massacre attributed to the US. Now the Lazarus Movement, misled by the novel's chief villain, invades the Teller Institute, where Jon Smith is working: nanophage bombs blow up, and 2,000 demonstrators are killed, along with many scientists and security folk. As ithappens, the disguised villain has built three flying wings to act as drones and drop nanophage bombs that will deplete the world's oversupply of humans. Only Jon Smith can save us. The science stuff is terrific, though the paranoia level is lower than old Bob's.
From the Publisher

“Intricately plotted, action-packed...a fast read and sure to delight fans of espionage and the technothriller.” —Booklist

“Hand-to-hand action, intriguing science and plot speed with keep techno-thriller readers glued to their seats.” —Publishers Weekly

Entertainment Weekly

A Robert Ludlum novel is like watching a James Bond film...slickly paced...all-consuming.

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Macmillan Audio
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Covert-One Series , #5
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4.92(w) x 6.18(h) x 1.51(d)

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Saturday, September 25
Near the Tuli River Valley, Zimbabwe

The last rays of the sun were gone, and thousands of stars shimmered weakly against a dark sky high above a rugged, arid land. This region of Zimbabwe was dirt poor, even by that troubled nation's rock bottom standards. There were almost no electric lights to illuminate the night, and there were few paved roads connecting southern Matabeleland's isolated villages to the larger world beyond.

Twin headlights suddenly appeared in the darkness, briefly illuminating thickets of gnarled scrub trees and scattered patches of thorn bushes and sparse grass. A battered Toyota pickup truck swayed along a worn dirt track, gears grinding as it bounced in and out of a series of deep ruts. Drawn by the flickering beams of light, swarms of insects flitted toward the pickup and spattered against its dust streaked windshield.

"Merde!" Gilles Ferrand swore softly, wrestling with the steering wheel. Frowning, the tall, bearded Frenchman leaned forward, trying to see past the swirling cloud of dust and flying bugs. His thick glasses slipped down his nose. He took one hand off the wheel to push them back up and then swore again as the pickup nearly veered off the winding track.

"We should have left Bulawayo sooner," he grumbled to the slender gray haired woman beside him. "This so called road is bad enough in daylight. It is a nightmare now. I wish the plane had not been so late."

Susan Kendall shrugged. "If wishes were fishes, Gilles, we'd all be dead of mercury poisoning, Our project requires the new seeds and tools we were sent, and when you serve the Mother, you mustaccept inconveniences."

Ferrand grimaced, wishing for the thousandth time that his prim American colleague would stop lecturing him. Both of them were veteran activists in the worldwide Lazarus Movement, working to save the Earth from the insane greed of unchecked global capitalism. There was no need for her to treat him like a schoolboy.

The truck's high beams silhouetted a familiar rock outcropping next to the track. The Frenchman sighed in relief. They were close to their destination a tiny settlement adopted three months ago by the Lazarus Movement, He didn't remember the village's original name. The first thing he and Kendall had done was rename it Kusasa, "Tomorrow" in the local Ndebele dialect. It was an apt name, or so they hoped. The people of Kusasa had agreed to the change and to accept the Movement's help in returning to a natural and eco friendly method of farming. Both activists believed their work here would lead a rebirth of wholly organic African agriculture a rebirth rooted in absolute opposition to the West's toxic pesticides, chemical fertilizers, and dangerous genetically modified crops. The American woman was certain that her impassioned speeches had won over the village elders. Ferrand, more cynical by nature, suspected that the generous cash grants the Movement offered had carried more weight. No matter, he thought, the ends in this case would amply justify the means.

He turned off the main track and drove slowly toward a little cluster of brightly painted huts, tin roofed shacks, and ramshackle cattle pens. Surrounded by small fields, Kusasa lay in a shallow valley edged by boulder-strewn hills and tall brush. He brought the truck to a stop and lightly tapped the horn.

No one came out to meet them.

Ferrand killed the engine but left the headlights on. He sat still for a moment, listening. The village dogs were howling. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

Susan Kendall frowned. "Where is everyone?"

"I do not know." Ferrand slid cautiously out from behind the wheel. By now dozens of excited men, women, and children should have been thronging around them grinning and murmuring in glee at the sight of the bulging seed bags and brand new shovels, rakes, and hoes piled high in the Toyota's cargo bed. But nothing stirred among Kusasa's darkened buts.
"Hello?" the Frenchman called. He tried out his limited Ndebele.

"Litshone Njani? Good evening?"

The dogs only howled louder, baying at the night sky.

Ferrand shivered. He leaned back inside the pickup. "Something is very wrong here, Susan. You should make contact with our people. Now. As a precaution."

The gray haired American woman stared at him for a moment, her eyes suddenly wide. Then she nodded and climbed down out of the Toyota. Working swiftly, she set up the linked satellite phone/laptop computer they carried in the field. It allowed them to communicate with their home office in Paris, though it was mainly used to upload photos and progress reports to the main Lazarus Web site.

Ferrand watched her in silence. Most of the time he found Susan

Kendall intensely annoying, but she had courage when it counted. Perhaps more courage than he himself possessed. He sighed and reached under the seat for the flashlight clipped there. After a moment's reflection, he stung their digital camera over his shoulder.

"Mat are you doing, Gilles?" she asked, already punching in the phone code for Paris.

I am going to take a look around," he said stiffly.

"All right. But you should wait until I have a connection," Kendall told him. She held the satellite phone to her ear for a moment. Her thin lipped mouth tightened. "They've already left the office. There's no answer."

Ferrand checked his watch. France was only an hour behind them, but it was the weekend. They were on their own. "Try the Web site," he suggested.

She nodded.

Ferrand forced himself to move. He squared his shoulders and walked slowly into the village. He swept his flashlight in a wide arc, probing the darkness ahead. A lizard scuffled away from the beam, startling him. He muttered a soft curse and kept going.

Sweating now despite the cool night breeze, he came to the open space at the center of Kusasa. There was the village well. It was a favorite gathering place for young and old alike at the end of the day. He swept the flashlight across the hard packed earth ... and froze.

The people of Kusasa would not rejoice over the seeds and farm equipment he had brought them. They would not lead the rebirth of African agriculture. They were dead. All of them were dead.

The Frenchman stood frozen, his mind reeling in horror. There were corpses everywhere he looked. Dead men, women, and children lay in heaps across the clearing. Most of the bodies were intact, though twisted and misshapen by some terrible agony. Others seemed eerily hollow, almost as though they had been partially eaten from the inside out. A few were reduced to nothing more than torn shreds of flesh and bone surrounded by congealed puddles of bloodred slime. Thousands of huge black flies swarmed over the mutilated corpses, lazily feasting on the remains. Near the well, a small dog nuzzled the contorted body of a young child, vainly trying to rouse its playmate.

Gilles Ferrand swallowed hard, fighting down a surge of bile and vomit. With trembling hands, he set down his flashlight, took the digital camera off his shoulder, and began taking pictures. Someone had to document this terrible slaughter. Someone had to warn the world of this massacre of the innocents of people whose only crime had been to side with the Lazarus Movement.


Four men lay motionless on one of the hills overlooking the village. They wore desert camouflage fatigues and body armor. Night vision goggles and binoculars gave them a clear view of every movement made below while audio pickups fed every sound into their headsets.

One of the observers studied a shielded monitor. He looked up. "They have a link to the satellite. And we're tapped in with them."

His leader, a giant auburn haired man with bright green eyes, smiled thinly. "Good." He leaned closer to get a better view of the screen. It showed a series of gruesome images the pictures taken only minutes before by Gilles Ferrand slowly loading onto the Lazarus Web site.

The green eyed man watched carefully. Then he nodded. "That's enough. Cut their link."

The observer complied, rapidly entering commands on a portable keypad. He tapped the enter key, sending a set of coded instructions to the communications satellite high overhead. One second later, the digital pictures streaming up from Kusasa froze, flickered, and then vanished.

The green eyed man glanced at the two men lying flat next to him. Both were armed with Heckler & Koch PSG I sniper rifles designed for covert operations use. "Now kill them."

He focused his night vision binoculars on the two Lazarus Movement activists. The bearded Frenchman and the slender American woman were staring down at their satellite hookup in disbelief.

"Target acquired," one of the snipers murmured. He squeezed the trigger. The 7.62mm round hit Ferrand in the forehead.

The Frenchman toppled backward and slid to the ground, smearing blood and brains down the side of the Toyota. "Target down."

The second sniper fired an instant later. His bullet caught Susan Kendall high in the back. She fell in a heap next to her colleague.

The tall green eyed leader rose to his feet. More of his men, these wearing hazardous materials suits, were already moving down the slope carrying an array of scientific equipment. He keyed his throat mike, reporting through an encrypted satellite link, "This is Prime. Field One is complete. Evaluation, collection, and analysis proceeding as planned." He eyed the two dead Lazarus activists. "SPARK has also been initiated ... as ordered."

Copyright 2004 by Myn Pyn LLC


Meet the Author

ROBERT LUDLUM was the creator of the Covert-One series as well as the author of more than twenty international bestsellers including The Bourne Identity—the book on which the international hit movie was based.

KEITH FERRELLwas the long-time editor of Omni as well the author of a wide variety of fiction, most recently the novel Passing Judgment.

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
May 25, 1927
Date of Death:
March 12, 2001
Place of Death:
Naples, Florida
B.A., Wesleyan University, 1951

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Robert Ludlum's The Lazarus Vendetta (Covert-One Series #5) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 30 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have been trying to read this book for over a year. Truly, this has been the most disappointing book I have purchased in over 10 years. Robert Ludlum books were those I read when I had hours to devote to quiet and contemplation because once started, the book was difficult if not impossible to put down. The Lazarus Vendetta is difficult to pick up again. I have purchased and read novel after novel and have only gone back to this book when I had nothing new to read. I find myself reading and re-reading paragraphs because my mind has wondered and I have no clue what I just read. The book is a huge disappointment and I would recommend that you go back and read something Ludlum, himself, actually wrote again. I never get tired or re-reading his books. I wish the publisher would stop hiring writers that would probably fare better in another genre. Save your money and buy somethig else.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Interesting book. Very intense - I would recommend this book to people who like a thrilling read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As in the title, the lazarus vendetta is an enjoyable read on its own, which really begs a question: why throw in robert ludlum's name? it is most definitely NOT ludlum, either in writing style or pace.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The winner of six Earphone Awards, writer and stage consultant Scott Brick is a multi talented gentleman. His performances on radio, television and film are highly rated, as, quite obviously, are his audio book readings. He brings both panache and a sinister tone to this frightening tale of an ultimate evil. Fortunately for listeners he's the performer on both the Abridged and Unabridged editions. Robert Ludlum needs no introduction to fans of high tech thrillers. His eye for detail and data based presentations have won him legions of fans over the past three decades. He, of course, introduced the Covert-One series, which is here continued by Patrick Larkin. The Lazarus Movement, once a group with an authentic interest in protecting the environment, is now a maddened horde ruled by Lazarus, a sick scientist bent on controlling not just his movement but the entire world. Lt. Col. Jon Smith, the dauntless hero of this series, is dispatched by Covert-One to not only find Lazarus but discover his secrets. The recent attack on a research facility which killed thousands has created pandemonium. And so the chase begins as Smith starts to suspect that eliminating Lazarus will not solve the problem at all. - Gail Cooke
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Very suspenceful
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