Running the Maze (Kyle Swanson Sniper Series #5)

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ON A MISSION

In the aftermath of great floods, a doctor on a relief mission in northeastern Pakistan discovers the remains of a collapsed bridge that reminds him of a bridge near his childhood home in Ohio. He snaps a cellphone picture and sends it to his sister—just before his entire team is slaughtered.

OUT OF TIME

His sister is Beth Ledford, a Coast Guard sniper, who suspects that the answer to the ...

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Overview

ON A MISSION

In the aftermath of great floods, a doctor on a relief mission in northeastern Pakistan discovers the remains of a collapsed bridge that reminds him of a bridge near his childhood home in Ohio. He snaps a cellphone picture and sends it to his sister—just before his entire team is slaughtered.

OUT OF TIME

His sister is Beth Ledford, a Coast Guard sniper, who suspects that the answer to the mystery of her brother's death is in that cellphone picture.  No one believes her until she finds Kyle Swanson, once the top sniper in the Marine Corps and now the key member of a secret special operations team known as Task Force Trident. When Kyle takes Beth into Pakistan to investigate, they find the true secret behind the mass murder—what may be the last, best hope of victory by al-Qaeda and the Taliban over allied forces.

IN THE LINE OF FIRE

Now the two snipers have their sights set on one man, an American diplomat who has become the biggest obstacle to victory in the war on terror.  The only question is: which of them gets to pull the trigger?

 “Coughlin and Davis hit the action-adventure 10-ring again.” —Kirkus Reviews

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RUNNING THE MAZE

“The latest Kyle Swanson sniper thriller might be the best yet… Quickly paced and tightly written, this one is a definite winner for all fans of the military action thriller.” —Booklist

“Coughlin and Davis hit the action-adventure 10-ring again.” —Kirkus Reviews

 “Former Marine sniper Coughlin stretches but does not strain credulity in this intricate story that aptly illustrates the maxim ‘no plan survives contact with the enemy.’”—Publishers Weekly

CLEAN KILL

‘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

DEAD SHOT

“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

“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

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

SHOOTER

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 magazine

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780594491972
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 3/13/2012
  • Series: Kyle Swanson Sniper Series , #5
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 6.30 (w) x 9.40 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

GUNNERY SGT. JACK COUGHLIN was with the Third Battalion, Fourth Regiment Marines during the drive to Baghdad and has operated on a wide range of assignments in hotspots around the world.

DONALD A. DAVIS is the author of twenty-three books, including multiple New York Times bestsellers.  

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FIVE-MINUTE BREAK. DR. JOEY Ledford sat on the shaky remnants of a wooden chair, smoking a Marlboro and sweating while monsoon rains slammed the tin roof of the makeshift medical clinic of United Nations Refugee Camp Five. Somewhere, doctors and nurses were performing surgeries in antiseptic, air-conditioned rooms that were packed with every conceivable device of the medical arts, with storage areas nearby bulging with vital, lifesaving medicines. They were listening to Bach or Norah Jones or Latin jazz as they performed meticulous cuts and closed wounds with care, taking all the time they needed to do it right. Somewhere, the magical art of medicine was a smooth choreography conducted by well-educated professionals in offices and clinics and hospitals. Somewhere, but not here.

Ledford exhaled, and twin streams of cigarette smoke flowed from his nostrils. The rain was not a gentle and sweet thundershower like back in Iowa. Instead of giving life to crops, this was unrelenting and fell in great sheets, as if some angry demon had ripped open the bellies of the fat black clouds. He looked out at the sprawl of the camp, where thousands of people were hiding under whatever shelter they could find. Armed guards were at the clinic door to keep them out. They had been driven out of their homes by overflowing rivers and leaking dams and were still being pursued by water. Poor creatures, Ledford thought. Poor, damned souls.

Sweat caked his T-shirt and khakis, and when he dropped the cigarette and ground it out, he noticed the bloodstains on his black rubber boots had become deep, splotchy layers during the day, and he could not recall the individual patients from which the blood had come. He would wash it off later. Break over, Ledford ducked back into the tent, back into the world of misery.

He sloshed his hands in a basin, slid gloves on, and put on a surgical mask and a fresh apron, then walked over to what once had been someone’s kitchen table but now served a higher purpose as an operating room surface. It was covered by squares of disposable white paper on which a baby girl lay screaming as a nurse inserted an IV needle in her arm to start a drip. The mother shrieked nearby, echoing and amplifying the suffering of her one surviving child.

“It looks like another cholera,” a nurse replied. “Once you set the broken arm, we will begin the antibiotics.”

Ledford nodded. “We have any patient history or X-rays for her?”

“No. She’s about six months old, has a one-oh-one fever and coughing. Cries are weak. The mother just arrived this morning and said a big rock banged into the child during a mudslide two days ago.”

The doctor wasted no time complaining about what they didn’t have, because they could only work with what was available. He was thirty-one, an even six feet tall, had longish dark hair that reached his collar, and possessed impeccable credentials: University of Iowa for premed, then the Carver College of Medicine there, followed by a three-year internal medicine residency at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. He’d been ready for the next step toward a successful career when he decided to take a holiday from his studies and go see the world. He did not like what he found out there. He had a rugged, handsome face, but the eyes were those of a combat veteran, for he had seen horror after horror in refugee camps from Haiti to Africa. The emergency calls for help from Pakistan when the floods struck had come as he was wrapping up an assignment in Bangladesh, and he did not hesitate. This was who he was now, at least for as long as he could stand it.

“OK,” Ledford nodded to the anesthesiologist, David Foley, an irreverent Canadian from Ottawa. “Let’s put the kid to sleep so we can move her on down the assembly line. We’ve got a lot of other customers waiting. Raining like hell and the drinking water is filthy because we can’t store it. No excuse for waterborne diseases here.”

There was a soft hiss in a plastic mask over the baby’s mouth and nose, and she immediately began to calm. “Hey, Joey?” asked the gas-passer.

“What, David?”

“Five years from now you will be doing nip-and-tucks for rich ladies in your own fancy clinic. I will be driving a red convertible. We will tweet and play Fantasy Football and date supermodels.” He looked at his instruments. All good. “OK. She’s down.”

Ledford let his fingers gently probe the left arm of the infant and explore the fracture. “Stay focused, Dr. Foley.”

“Joey?”

“Be quiet. I’m trying to concentrate.” He found the break and tried to picture in his mind how it looked. With luck and a few years, if the child beat the odds and lived that long, her limbs might one day be strong again. Babies are resilient.

“Doc Yao says we can have some time off. Sort of.”

Ledford’s hands were working smoothly now, and the nurse stayed with him, putting another damaged little human being back together. He let her do as much of the work as possible to improve her skills. “What’s the catch?”

“We go up north and visit some of the flooded villages where the water is receding. Pick a site for a new UN facility upcountry. I think we can carve out some serious downtime in the process. Actually get some rest. We about done with this kid?”

“Just a few more minutes.” As the nurse finished the bandaging, he gave the rest of the body a quick examination. No other breaks, but she was malnourished from being sick and unable to feed. He could clearly see the rib cage. He gently pinched, and the skin did not quickly resume its shape. “The arm will be fine, but the cholera is going to kick her little butt.” He made a note to admit the child as a patient and try to get her cleaned up, inside and outside. If she survived all of that, then all she would have to worry about would be measles and malaria and land mines and machine guns and mortars and a long menu of infectious diseases and the questionable privilege of growing up in a third-world country in which women were second-class citizens. Thankfully, Ledford thought, the strict Islamic religious zealots had not invaded the camp yet, or he would not have been allowed to touch or even look at the naked female baby.

“What did you tell Dr. Yao?”

“I volunteered us.”

“Humph,” Ledford grunted. Might be interesting.

*   *   *

The team of nine medical workers headed out the following morning, in a convoy of three United Nations trucks, carrying just enough supplies to establish a base camp that could expand rapidly to help meet the flood emergency. Fifteen hours later, after grinding through brutal, washed-out roads, they reached a camp that was run by Doctors Without Borders, where they spent the night before pushing on deeper into the wasteland in the dusty gold of the new dawn.

“My ass is completely broken,” complained David Foley by radio as the sun reached its zenith. He was in the third truck, and Ledford was riding as the only passenger in the lead vehicle.

“Take two aspirin, put it in a sling, and call me in the morning,” Ledford joked.

“Better idea would be to just stop and have some lunch. Get our bearings,” Foley replied.

Ledford thought that was a good idea, for the road had smoothed out a bit for the last few kilometers as it moved through some small hills. A side road branched off to the right and downward, and he told the driver to follow it to a spot where they could have a break. In a moment, they were on the back side of the hills and following an old road that sloped down into a valley, edging onto a flat plateau. “Here,” he said. The trucks pulled up, nose to tailgate, and the team got out and stretched.

Foley walked up to join Ledford. “Why the grin? This place looks like the dark side of the moon.” The flood had laid waste high up the banks before receding.

“I think we can set up the camp here,” Ledford said. “Water is down quite a bit, and there is plenty of room to spread out. And look up at the other end of the valley, Dave. That big bridge is new; hell, theyre still working on it. Traffic, people, and supplies could feed over it and down to us without a problem. The valley is perfect for air resupply drops, too. Maybe the bridge people could lend us a bulldozer to carve an airstrip.”

Foley had a pair of binoculars. “There are big machines at work up there, but I see trucks, too. So maybe it is in operation. You’re right.”

They joined the others, who had spread some blankets under stunted trees and laid out a lunch. Having some time off from the misery of the camps was reinvigorating. Afterward, some of them stretched out in the shade for quick naps, while Ledford took a walk farther down the road, alone. Although the driver, who carried a pistol, was the only member of the team with a weapon, they felt safe; medical workers helping people in need, no matter what their politics, were usually immune from any severe threat.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he said with a loud laugh. He had come across an old steel trestle bridge that had been taken out by the flood, and the eastern end was canted down into the water. It reminded him of home, of an almost identical bridge where he and his sister, Beth, once played. He found his cell phone, snapped a picture, added the text message REMEMBER THIS? and sent it to her.

The group was stirring again when he got back. “Come on, everybody. Let’s go for a walk and get a feel for the valley as our possible refugee camp site, then pay a visit to the big bridge at the other end. They will be our new neighbors, so we might as well pay our respects to whoever is in charge.” There was a path along the western side of the river, and they followed in line. The afternoon was sunny, and a wind pushing through the valley cut the heat. This could be a good place.

 

Copyright © 2012 by Jack Coughlin with Donald A. Davis

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  • Posted March 24, 2012

    “Running the Maze” by Jack Coughlin is not a novel t

    “Running the Maze” by Jack Coughlin is not a novel that I thought I would enjoy reading. Much to my surprise, I found myself caught up in the story as soon as I started reading it and couldn’t put it down. It is the story of a Coast Guard sniper, Beth Ledford, and a Special Agent, Kyle Swanson, need to team up and find out what was happening in Pakistan. Beth’s brother, a doctor on a medical relief mission in Pakistan, is killed due to something he saw. Beth is determined to find out what was so important that her brother needed to be murdered to keep it secret.

    The author keeps the book moving at a quick pace. His characters are well fleshed out and believable. I also liked getting a glimpse inside Pakistan and who the new leader of Al-Qaeda would by and what type of fortress he would live in.

    Gunnery Sgt. Jack Coughlin does a great job delivering a very realistic story, with believable characters, and never a dull moment! Although this is not a book I would typically buy, I can see myself eagerly purchasing other books from this author.


    **This book was received for free through Goodreads First Reads. That in no way influenced my review.**

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  • Posted March 17, 2012

    Exciting, well written as with all of the Kyle Swanson series. D

    Exciting, well written as with all of the Kyle Swanson series. Does not disappoint! I would recommend reading all of this series for sure.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2013

    Excellent, quick read

    Fast paced, intriguing, action filled. Could not put it down. The only disappointing thing about the book is that it wasn't longer! Can't wait to start on the next one in the series.

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    Not your best but readability is there..i did not enjoy this as much as the others. Took way to long to get going for me. And as to the others writing reveiws ! Why do you feel the need to guve the book away with your book long reveiws. Knock it off.

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