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Once a trained killer for the CIA, Dan Morgan has built a new life for himself. But when he receives a desperate plea from his former black-ops partner—reportedly killed in a foreign battle zone—he flies in to help. It should be a routine mission, extracting a human asset, but it's not—it's an ambush. Now Morgan is running for his life, with crucial evidence in his possession. With his contacts dead and his family in danger, Morgan must take on a full-scale conspiracy in the highest echelons of a vast global ...

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Once a trained killer for the CIA, Dan Morgan has built a new life for himself. But when he receives a desperate plea from his former black-ops partner—reportedly killed in a foreign battle zone—he flies in to help. It should be a routine mission, extracting a human asset, but it's not—it's an ambush. Now Morgan is running for his life, with crucial evidence in his possession. With his contacts dead and his family in danger, Morgan must take on a full-scale conspiracy in the highest echelons of a vast global network that plays by its own rules. For Dan Morgan, it's about to come to an end in Washington, DC, on a national stage, in the crosshairs of a killer.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780786029891
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 8/28/2012
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 216,689
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 7.40 (h) x 1.10 (d)

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TERMINATION ORDERS


By Leo J. Maloney

PINNACLE BOOKS

Copyright © 2012 Leo J. Maloney
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7860-2989-1


Chapter One

Three sharp raps at the door yanked young Zalmay Siddiqi from uneasy dreams, and the adrenaline hit him like a kick in the face. He froze with the primitive instinct of a rabbit cornered by a fox, hoping against hope that whatever predator had come knocking would go away of its own volition. He listened. The knocks came in a familiar pattern of three shorts and three longs: Cougar's signal. As his blazing panic subsided, he realized that he had been holding his breath. He exhaled, but the smoldering dread remained. Even friendly knocks were unwelcome in the middle of the night.

He rolled nimbly out of bed and pulled the lanyard on the light fixture above him, spilling the bulb's dim yellow glow onto the sparsely furnished room: a lone mattress on the floor, a plastic chair draped with his clothes, his few possessions huddled in a corner where cracked plaster walls exposed the concrete underneath.

Tugging on a plain Afghan khameez tunic and salwar trousers made of rough cloth, he hurried out of the bedroom to the hallway door. The knocks were still coming intermittently in their steady pattern. Zalmay gingerly turned the lock, and no sooner was the dead bolt released than the door was flung open, nearly knocking Zalmay back into the wall. A tall, wiry American, a man he knew as Cougar, rushed into the apartment, also wearing Afghan garb and carrying a black duffel bag. His movements were jerky, his voice breathless.

"Grab your things. You've got thirty seconds."

Zalmay's thoughts were forming a protest at Cougar's abruptness, but the urgency in the American's speech stayed his tongue. With a sudden clarity, he asked only, "Am I coming back?"

"No," Cougar responded, and he looked over his shoulder. "Pack only what you can't live without."

Cougar stood at the door, his head cocked like that of a prey animal listening for stalking predators. Zalmay threw his single other outfit and his prayer mat into a canvas knapsack. From under his mattress, he took out a slim roll of cash tied with a rubber band. He reached in again, pulled out a creased old photograph, and hid it, along with the money, in the folds of his shirt. Then he turned to face Cougar, doing his best to look brave.

"I have been expecting this," he said. "I am ready."

Fear and anxiety had marked Zalmay's life since he'd met the American and agreed to help him. Zalmay was well aware of the consequences of being caught. The thought usually kept him awake and tossing on his mattress at night. And on this particular night, his nightmare had finally come calling. He could only feel glad that it was his friend and not an enemy assassin at his door.

"Good," said Cougar, "Now let's ..." Cougar trailed ff and turned his head as if listening for something. Then Zalmay heard it, too, and it stopped him cold. It was the rumbling motor of an approaching car, which came to a halt down below the open window. Zalmay walked to the window to see who it was. Looking down, he saw a black sedan with two men climbing out of it, Americans in Western suits, each with a submachine gun in his hand.

"No, get away from there!" said Cougar.

Too late—one of the men below looked up, called to the other, and pointed right at Zalmay. Both black-suited men dashed for the door of the building. Zalmay's apartment was on the corner, all the way down the hall; the men would have no trouble at all finding them.

"Come on!" said Cougar, motioning for him to go out the door. Zalmay dashed out and was halfway down the hall, past a row of silent, closed doors on his right, when he noticed that Cougar had stayed behind to shut the door to the apartment. He waited, nervously, as Cougar caught up, and they hurried to the stairs. From there, he could already hear the footsteps of the two men scrambling up, closing the distance with each footfall. Zalmay's apartment was only three floors up, so it wouldn't take them long to get there. And there was no other way out.

Cougar drew his weapon from its shoulder holster. "Upstairs," he whispered. "Quietly." He took the lead, and they tiptoed up a flight of stairs, keeping their footsteps as light as possible. Cougar crouched behind the bend of the fourth-floor corridor, and Zalmay ducked behind him, breathing heavily, his mind blank with panic, the way a rabbit must feel when confronting a tiger. The American kept his Glock pointed toward the stairwell as the sound of the men's shoes on the steps grew louder and louder, and then they heard the footsteps receding down the hallway toward Zalmay's apartment.

"Zalmay," whispered Cougar, pulling a set of keys from his pocket, holding them tightly in his palm so they would not jangle. "Take these. I'm going to hold them off. While they're searching your apartment, you run down as fast as you can and start the car. If I'm not the first one down, you take off without me, understand?"

"But ..."

"Don't argue, just go. Now, after me!"

Cougar walked back down the flight of stairs, quickly and silently, leading with his shoulder, arm extended and gun pointing down, at the ready. They heard a crack as the men kicked in Zalmay's door. Before reaching the landing on the third floor, Cougar motioned for Zalmay to jump over the rusting railing onto the next flight down, so he wouldn't be seen from the hallway. Zalmay clambered over and vaulted down, but his foot slipped on the metal, and his arm smacked painfully on the railing below. A hollow, metallic sound echoed up the stairwell. They heard voices and then the sound of the two men running out of the apartment.

"Go!" said Cougar. "I'll hold them off!"

Zalmay nodded and started down. He leapt down the stairs two steps at a time, one hand clutching the keys and the other the strap of his knapsack, which was slung over his shoulder and slammed against him with every step.

Gunshots, three sets of them, blasted through the hallway upstairs; the single reports from Cougar's Glock were answered by volleys of fire from the two men's semiautomatics. He slowed down and for a split second considered going back to help his friend. Honor demanded it. But no; Cougar had told him to go on ahead, so that is what he would do. He had learned that the honorable thing to do was not always the right thing. He pressed on, and an inchoate, wordless prayer for his friend's survival formed in his mind.

Zalmay raced into the dusty night air, easily spotting Cougar's beat-up jeep, parked at a hasty angle to the building, the headlights left on like the still-open eyes of a dead ox. He pulled the door open and swung into the driver's seat, tossing the knapsack onto the seat beside him. He fumbled to slide the key into the ignition and then turned it; the engine rumbled to life. Gunshots reverberated from inside, but now they came from much closer. Cougar had made his way down the stairs. Zalmay leaned over to unlatch the passenger door and then kicked it wide.

Cougar burst out of the building. He stopped just long enough to shoot out one of the front tires of the men's sedan. Then he ran over and hurtled into the jeep's passenger seat, pulling the door shut as he did in one fluid motion, yelling, "Go, go, go!" Zalmay saw the two men appear at the door as he hit the gas. They sped off under a barrage of bullets. Several slammed into the back of the jeep, making dull, metallic thunks, and one shattered the rear window. Zalmay mashed the pedal to the floor. The sound of gunfire slowly faded in the distance and then stopped altogether.

"Are you okay?" Zalmay asked, his eyes on the dark dirt road. "Were you hit?"

"Still in one piece," Cougar said, with ragged breath and looking back. "You?"

"I am fine. Are they behind us?"

"They won't be getting far. Not in that car."

Zalmay exhaled. "Where are we going?"

"Turn here." Zalmay turned the jeep into a narrow side street. "We'll take the inner roads, just to be safe," Cougar added. "It's best to make sure we're not easy to follow."

Zalmay breathed deeply, trying to calm his frantically beating heart. "Where are we going?" he asked again.

"Highway One, toward Kabul," said Cougar, shuffling through his duffel bag.

"We are going to Kabul?"

"You're going to Kabul," Cougar replied pointedly. "And then out of the country."

"You are not coming, then?" Zalmay said, trying his best to hide his anxiety and disappointment. Cougar did not respond, and Zalmay didn't press it. He knew the answer already.

"I need you to bring something with you when you go," said Cougar.

He reached into a pocket and produced a small black plastic chip, no bigger than his fingernail: a camera's memory card. "You know what's in there?" Cougar said.

"Is that what those men were after? The photographs?"

Cougar nodded. "This, and you."

"How did they know?"

"I tried to transfer them electronically, and the files were intercepted. That's how they knew to look for us. Now I can't get them through from here—they're watching every single connection. It needs to be carried out of here. And you're going to be responsible for getting it to the US and into the right hands."

"America ..." he said in a whisper barely audible over the engine's growl. Through everything that had happened, the dream of going to that Promised Land had never left his mind. But he had never allowed himself to fully believe it was possible. To hear Cougar say it now suddenly made it a reality.

"We'll travel together as far as possible, but it's better if you don't take the jeep. If nothing else, these fresh bullet holes are going to be a tad suspicious. We'll stop where you can find alternate transportation—something less conspicuous."

"But, Cougar ..."

"We don't have much time, so let me finish. While you're on the road, tell no one your real name. Call as little attention to yourself as possible. If you have any identification, get rid of it now. Burn it, or toss it into a storm drain or down a well. Do what you can to change your appearance. You have some money; here's more." Cougar handed him a wad of bills—American currency. "If anyone asks, you're visiting family in Kabul. Come up with a story, and practice it. And always keep an eye out for tails, just like I taught you. I can't promise you'll make it there safely, between the Taliban and our American friends. But I've done all I can to give you a fighting chance."

Zalmay sat in silence as the morning twilight rose upon the city, making it appear ghostly and unreal. Even now, while they drove alongside light traffic on an arterial road, the scene already felt like a distant memory.

"Why will you not come with me to Kabul?" he asked.

Cougar hesitated, as if gathering his thoughts. "This is the safest way for both of us. I can't get us a flight out of here, not anymore, and I would attract too much attention on the highway, from soldiers and the Taliban."

"The Taliban!" Zalmay bristled. "They would have no love for me, either, if they knew I have been helping you."

"Plus," Cougar added, ignoring Zalmay's interruption, "I have some unfinished business here." He gave a wry smile.

"I will stay and help you," Zalmay declared. "I am not afraid."

"No way."

"I want to stay," he protested, and anger welled up in him. "I want to stay and fight!"

Cougar sighed and took on a stern but fatherly tone. "I need this memory card delivered. I can't do it myself, and there's no one else I can count on to do it. This is your mission, Zalmay."

Zalmay looked away. "It is a coward's mission. "

Cougar frowned, and his tone became distinctly one of rebuke. "This isn't about you proving yourself, Zalmay. Delivering those photos is our top priority. People's lives might depend on those pictures getting into the right hands. If you want to do something meaningful, this is it."

Zalmay assented wordlessly. Then he scowled and looked out the window as Cougar proceeded to give him specific instructions for what to do in Kabul. Being sent away like this filled him with shame, because he would be unable to help his friend right there in Kandahar. At the same time, his heart ached with thoughts of America, which had always seemed so impossibly far but was now so tantalizingly close—and that filled him with even more guilt, the guilt of choosing a comfortable life while others like him would remain no better off. Ultimately, he knew that Cougar was right. For now, however, he needed to brood.

With daylight approaching, the city was beginning to show signs of life. They were on the outskirts now, where the streets gave way to Highway 1. This highway was one of the Coalition's most ambitious projects in Afghanistan, cooperatively built by troops from among twenty-six NATO partner countries. Once called the Ring Road, the highway stretched to the capital and beyond, going around the entire country before coming full circle back to Kandahar from the west.

Cougar had Zalmay pull over to the side of the road a short distance from a small bazaar where many drivers stopped for food and tea and to trade information about the conditions of the road before the haul to Kabul.

As Zalmay and Cougar popped open the doors and climbed out of the jeep, the muezzins' voices began to drone over the minaret loudspeakers, calling all Muslims to their morning prayer. Zalmay's hand instinctively went for his prayer mat.

"I'm sorry, my friend, I can't wait for prayers," said Cougar. "But I'm confident Allah will forgive a short delay while you say good-bye to a dear friend."

Zalmay smiled, and they embraced tenderly.

"Thank you, Cougar."

The older man laughed hollowly. "I'm the one who should be thanking you, Zalmay. You did far, far more than anyone could ask for."

"And yet I am eternally grateful to you."

Cougar nodded, and Zalmay knew that he understood.

"I'm sorry you have to go alone, Zalmay. But I promise you, what you're doing is important. I'm counting on you."

Zalmay nodded in assent. "Will we meet again?"

"In the States, if everything goes right. And let's pray that it will. Good-bye, Zalmay."

"Good-bye, Cougar. Peace be upon you."

Zalmay gave the American the keys to the jeep and watched him as he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. Zalmay watched him as he drove off, feeling more the loss of his friend than of leaving his home. When Cougar disappeared into the city, Zalmay turned his thoughts to the road ahead: a harsh, dry land punctuated with towns and villages and a thousand enemies between him and his destination.

Chapter Two

Dan Morgan turned onto the small suburban cul-desac, the familiar tightness gripping his knee as he forced himself with gritted teeth to pound the pavement harder. Embrace the pain; love the pain. He pressed on for the last few dozen yards to his house, feeling the cutting chill of the early-March air in his throat as he inhaled.

Neika, who absolutely would not be tired out, had been straining at her leash to chase a squirrel but now set her sights on home. She let out a frustrated half bark, half whimper, muffled and choked off by her collar. Somehow, she still retained the exuberant energy of a puppy, but he knew she could really do some damage when she was threatened.

"Easy, girl," Morgan chuckled. He broke into a slow trot and then slowed to a smooth stroll as he walked into his front yard. He took a minute outside to catch his breath, letting Neika off her leash. She trotted into the garage to sit at the kitchen door, panting, tongue lolling, and eyeing him impatiently.

Morgan stretched his calves and, feeling another jolt of pain, rubbed his aching knee. "Well, Dan," he muttered to himself as he opened the door and Neika plowed inside, "I guess you're officially not a young man anymore."

As with everything else, Morgan took aging stoically in stride, even now, with forty-one just around the corner. However, those little signs that his body was no longer what it once was always had their own particular sting, especially in the way that they carried a stark reminder of the life he no longer led.

As he walked into the house, he was met by the smell of coffee and frying bacon. His daughter, Alex, was at the stove, cracking eggs on the edge of a skillet. She was as tall as he, and her brown hair had been recently cut shorter, to chin-length. She combined Morgan's athleticism with Jenny's slender frame, and even her casual movements were full of grace.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from TERMINATION ORDERS by Leo J. Maloney Copyright © 2012 by Leo J. Maloney. Excerpted by permission of PINNACLE BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted August 24, 2012

    One of the best books i have read in a very long time! Leo J Mal

    One of the best books i have read in a very long time! Leo J Maloney is
    an absolute genius. From the first page to the last page i was hooked, i
    couldn't put it down. Ive read similar books of this type of genre but
    every other book gets bogged down with techie lingo and weird names for
    things. This book still gives you that jason bourne style action without
    all the trying to find myself junk they add. Highly recommend this book.
    A++++ !!

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  • Posted December 14, 2012

    Highly recommend this action packed book

    I loved this book and can't wait for the next one in the series. Maloney grabbed me from the page and didnt' let go. Dan Morgan's conflict between country and family played out at an incredible pace. It's a great read and a little scary. What's true? What's fiction?

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2013

    This book was one of the best books I have read! I could not put

    This book was one of the best books I have read! I could not put the book down. Thank you Leo Maloney

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 1, 2011

    A MUST READ BLACK OPS THRILLER/SUSPENSE! TERMINATION ORDERS BY LEO MALONEY....

    RATING:4.5)TERMINATION ORDERS: CODE NAME COBRA by Leo Maloney with Caio Camargo is an heart pumping,action packed thriller based on a "quasi-memoir" and Black Ops Intrigue.What an intriguing story of danger,intrigue,suspense,ethical questions,ambush, counter terrorism, hostage rescue,torture,revenge,betrayal,drug cartel,reconnaissance,
    assassination,and a trek across three continents.This is an amazing story that will have you turning pages from the beginning to the end.The plot is easy to follow,written with depth and details. The characters are believable,engaging and will capture your heart. Termination Orders: Code Name Cobra is definitely a keeper and a must read for all action,suspense,and military readers.What an captivating,compelling story.I hope to read more on this author.This book was received for the purpose of review from the publisher and the author.Details can be found at Independent Publishing House and My Book Addiction Reviews.

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  • Posted June 8, 2011

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    CIA Black Ops, deep cover, Afghanistan and Iraq

    A deep ops story presented in an epic style that takes fact mixed with a bit of fiction to create a spy thriller that takes the reader deep into secret spy missions. Leo Maloney had a career in Black Ops that he left in 2001. After many friends heard some of Leo's experiences they told him there was definitely a book that he must write telling of his work as a spy. Leo takes you with him into the depths, or should I say pits, of torture, deception, and friendship in Black Ops, and a personal life that had to be completely separate from the secrecy of work. Code names were what their associates know most spies by unless they are exceptionally personally close. Cougar, Zalmay, and Cobra are some of the key names in this story. Cobra, (Dan Morgan), has been retired a few years trying to get his family life together but never able to fully forget his career that kept him on edge every minute of every day no matter where he was. Cobra answers his door to a former associate, Plante, who is trying to get Cobra back in the deep ops business telling him that only he can perform the current task for the CIA. Cobra tells Plante, a former associate, there is no way he would ever return to the ops program, that is until Plante tells Cobra that his old buddy, Cougar, is dead and he had left a message that only Cobra would be able to decipher. Cobra took Plante into his home office telling his family that Plante was an old associate and friend. Plante told Morgan (Cobra) that the agency needed him pronto for this assignment and begged him to help. Thus begins an adventure for Morgan taking him back to the disastrous dangerous conditions in Iraq and Afghanistan while telling his family next to nothing about why he was leaving to help once again. Morgan goes to the CIA offices to fill out all the paperwork that he thought would no longer be a part of his or his family's life. He then was shown Cougar's message that Morgan realized was in a code that only he could understand. When Cobra got to Afghanistan he again met up with those he had worked with before, as well as some new faces that he knew not whether to trust. He had to trust his instinct and the word from those he had trusted. While Morgan was deeply involved across the sea, Senator Lana McKay was running for reelection and was searching for backers. A part of her campaign was to check on all the private contractors in Afghanistan and Iraq to flush out the bad ones and help the good ones. She met with Senator Nickerson, who she thought was one of her supporters, but proved not to be. Eventually her life was threatened because of her stance. Cobra was in and out of trouble, prison, and suffering terrible treatment, all the while meeting new people not knowing their trustworthiness. He traveled in between with even some time in the United States where he could talk with his family briefly but he had to stay on the move still searching for clues connected to Cougar. At one point the CIA started to wonder if Morgan had gone rogue and killed off some of those connected with him. Another spy, Natasha, and Senator Nickerson were supposed to kill Morgan but neither had succeeded so Natasha said she would get him. When Morgan's family became a pawn in this puzzle, he declared he would end this and get those that would hurt his family. I do not want to go any deeper into this terrific story. If Leo Maloney actually lived this story we all owe him and those like him a dee

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  • Posted September 17, 2014

    A disappointing and poorly written novel.  The plot is juvenile

    A disappointing and poorly written novel.  The plot is juvenile with holes too large to ever close.      

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 29, 2014

    Stay away

    A silly propaganda piece, boringly written. I am sorry that there are negative stars.

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  • Posted January 17, 2014

    Good Read

    This is one of the Tommy Carmanelli series. Has a "Breezy" 1st person style that I like (reminds me of a Sam Spade novel). Plot carries over to another book in the series. Marketing ploy (?) but I'll get it regardless so doesn't matter.

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    Posted January 10, 2014

    Great story, but...

    Great story. A little predictable. Too many run-on sentences that negatively effect the flow when reading.

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    Posted December 20, 2013

    weak and boring, the author is uninformed and naive

    nothing more to add

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2013

    Loved it!

    Couldn't put it down....

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