The Widow's Strike (Pike Logan Series #4)

The Widow's Strike (Pike Logan Series #4)

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by Brad Taylor

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Invented by nature and genetically manipulated by man, a highly lethal virus has just fallen into the wrong hands. Angered by sanctions placed against its nuclear program, a rogue state is determined to release the virus. The only thing standing in its way is the extralegal counterterrorist unit known as the Taskforce.

Racing against time to stop a global

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Invented by nature and genetically manipulated by man, a highly lethal virus has just fallen into the wrong hands. Angered by sanctions placed against its nuclear program, a rogue state is determined to release the virus. The only thing standing in its way is the extralegal counterterrorist unit known as the Taskforce.

Racing against time to stop a global pandemic, Taskforce operators Pike Logan and Jennifer Cahill follow the trail across Southeast Asia to the United States. But they soon learn that the enemy they face may not be the enemy they should fear....

Editorial Reviews

Using female suicide terrorists who the media nicknamed "Black Widows" is frightening enough; in this new Pike Logan adventure, an Iranian intelligence officer plots to escalate their work from mass murder to worldwide health catastrophe. On the surface, his plan is simple: He seeks to infect Chechen "Black Widows" with a genetically altered virus of deadly potency. Taskforce operative Pike Logan and his partner Jennifer Cahill must stop this insatiable killer dead in his tracks. (P.S. Author Brad Taylor is no neophyte: He had decades of experiences as a U.S. Delta Force commander.)

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Penguin Publishing Group
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Pike Logan Series, #4
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4.20(w) x 7.30(h) x 1.30(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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The technician thought the sign on the door said it all. warning: biohazard level iv—h5n1 research ongoing. It looked official enough, the universal biohazard symbol followed by a host of precautions proclaiming its authority, but it was listing a bit to the side, the tape holding it in place losing adhesive in the humid air. An indicator of the less-than-perfect nature of the work beyond the door.

Takes more than a sign to make a level-four facility. The technician thought again about telling someone what they were doing. Perhaps preventing a tragedy. He knew he wouldn’t, though, because the money was too good, and there just wasn’t anywhere else to do the research.

Singapore had only one level-four biosafety facility in the entire country, and it was owned by the government at the Defence Science Organisation laboratory. No way was his employer going to let them in on the action. Too much profit at stake. Not to mention the red tape involved.

He clocked in on the computer and pushed through into the anteroom, seeing the old biosafety level iii warning mounted in a frame on the wall—what this facility had been rated before they used some tape and a new sign. He waited for the outer door to snick closed, then entered the lab, still empty at this hour, and continued on, through another double-doored anteroom and into the animal housing facility.

He moved straight to two isolator boxes, ignoring the large cage at the back of the room teeming with European ferrets. Before he even reached the first box, he could see through the containment glass that the vaccine had failed. The ferret lay on his side, a small bit of blood seeping out of his eyes and nose. Golf Sixteen had lasted as long as Golfs One through Fifteen, which is to say about four days. Three healthy, and one day of agony before his body quit.

He turned his attention to the other containment box and was surprised to see the ferret sniffing the glass, patiently waiting to play.

The door opened behind him, and he heard, “Another female lived, huh? That’s going to be a blow to the weaker-sex theory.”

He smiled at his partner, knowing she secretly liked the fact that all the males croaked no matter what the scientists did. “Good morning to you too, Chandra. And it remains to be seen whether the vaccine took or if she’s just an asymptomatic carrier like the others. We’ll get the sample from Golf Sixteen in a second. Help me with Sandy Eight here.”

The Sandy side of the house had fared better than the Golfs. Seven of the initial eight had lived after being given the vaccine, but in so doing had forfeited their lives anyway. The vaccine had prevented the virus from gobbling them up whole but had not created the antibodies necessary to destroy it. The end result was a biological truce, with the virus living inside the host without attacking, patiently waiting to be unleashed on another victim. Which meant the first seven Sandys had gone into the incinerator just like the first fifteen Golfs.

He struggled into another set of surgical gloves, his third, while his partner put on a flow-hood respirator. Once he had his own hood in place, she unsealed the top hinge of the containment box. She reached in and pinned the ferret behind the skull, using her other hand to trap the animal lower on the spine.

Before it could get antsy, he used a syringe to extract a small amount of blood. As the needle bit, the ferret writhed violently, twisting out of Chandra’s grip. They both ripped their hands out of the box, and he lost the syringe as Chandra slammed the lid down to prevent Sandy Eight from escaping.

Taking in great gulps of air from the flow hood, the technician felt the sweat rolling down his face, the forced air making his skin clammy. He leaned against the box and said, “Man, I like it better when they’re dead. We need more sophisticated containment boxes. Biosafety cabinets designed for this instead of the makeshift stuff we have. Real equipment intended for the work.”

Chandra’s face was chalk white.

“What’s wrong with you?”

She began backing toward the door.

His first thought was that she’d been bitten, and he knew the consequences of that. He held his hands up to calm her. To keep her from running outside the containment zone. And noticed the needle of the syringe hanging from the back of his left hand, a faint ribbon of blood visible.

Three days later the first symptom appeared. A simple headache. When he looked in the mirror, his eyes were bloodshot. The whites crisscrossed with a latticework of red. He felt his stomach clench in fear, wanting to believe it was coincidence. But he knew he was dead.

Inside his quarantine room they began administering massive amounts of Tamiflu in an effort to stop the progress. Like the nurses feverishly cramming him full of intravenous injections, he understood it was futile. The virus had been genetically engineered to be resistant to Tamiflu, and true to its nature it continued to ravage his body from the inside out, exploding his cells in a furious haste to replicate.

By day four he was on a respirator, with all manner of drugs funneling into him to slow the assault. He turned cyanotic from the lack of oxygen, his skin almost translucent, his lips looking like his meals consisted of grape popsicles.

He made it to day five before he began to weep blood from his eyes and nose, his body drowning in the excretions created by the battle raging within.

Doctors from the laboratory hovered around him in pressurized biohazard suits, but they could do little to help him. It had been almost one hundred years since the great influenza pandemic of 1918, when the very existence of viruses was still unknown, yet the doctors from the lab were just as powerless as their predecessors. They might as well have put leeches on his body for all the good the leaps of modern medical knowledge did them.

On day six, at 0436 local time, his heart stopped beating. The cadaver sat inside the quarantine room for an additional eighteen hours while his employer decided what to do with it, the virus boiling away inside, desperate to find another host.

At 2230 three men entered his room dressed like they were about to walk on the surface of the moon. One carried a roll of thick plastic sheeting. Two sported cordless bone saws.

At 0100 local time his body was fed into the incinerator in ferret-sized chunks.

At 0800, Golf Seventeen and Sandy Nine were inoculated.

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“[Taylor is] solidly in the ranks of such authors as Brad Thor and Vince Flynn.” —Publishers Weekly

“Taylor clearly knows what he is writing about.”—#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Vince Flynn

“[An] exciting thriller that the covert-ops crowd will relish.”—Booklist

“Don your hazmat suit, prop up your feet, and enjoy a good yarn.”—Kirkus Reviews

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The Widow's Strike (Pike Logan Series #4) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 38 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed this new book, just as I had expected to based on how much I have enjoyed his previous works.
Derf133 More than 1 year ago
Again Mr. Taylor keeps the reader interested with the action and story line. Pike is on a level playing field with Mitch Rapp from the Vince Flynn series. In seeing what is going on in the world today very plausible scenario. Keep them coming
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hands down a great book in a wonderful series. Just his attention to detail should make you stand up and take notice. Thank you Mr. Taylor and I am sorry for yours and this nations loss.
cdude524 More than 1 year ago
The action was non-stop! This is the best story in the Pike Logan series to date. Brad takes you inside the minds of the players on both sides of the story with uncanny accuracy and details drawn from events happening today. He doesn't make Pike out to be some type of superman who can do no wrong. Mistakes are made and consequences result, sometimes leading to collateral damage. I couldn't put this book down! I truly enjoyed the interaction between Pike and Jennifer, and hope the next novel arrives sooner than later. Thanks much Brad, have a good one Dude!
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Rowanclaw stood on HighLedge. <p> Blackstar rolled his eyes at RowanClaw. <p> DawnKit groomed, watching the cats.
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Looked at the kit
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this is one great book series, getting it first hand from an ex-military man.... excellant series!!!!
mysteryman38 More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderful thriller in the Pike Logan series. I was very pleased with the story and Pike's remarkable ability to get things done. The conclusion was remarkable and a quite surprising.
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Wenzel More than 1 year ago
Great book. My favorite out of the series so far!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been a Pike /Jennifer fan since the beginning. Each book reads better than the last ... Brad Taylor grows with each novel and is better than ever! Make sure you order the next Pike/Jennifer book ! Skeeter B
42Jo More than 1 year ago
Plenty of action.
DSNS More than 1 year ago
In typical Taylor style, the details are extremely accurate. It was amazing when the "White Widow" search emerged on CNN this week, how much that story fit in with this novel. This is a definite read!!
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Georgia_writer More than 1 year ago
Brad Taylor&rsquo;s hard-pounding novel, THE WIDOW&rsquo;S STRIKE, throughout its first three-quarters is pretty darn good.  But it is its concluding 100 or so pages that lift it far above its contemporary competition.  The conclusion is so well crafted, filled with so much conflict, tension and forward momentum, that I actually took an afternoon off from my own writing to finish reading it.   The final pages bring to mind comparisons with Frederick Forsyth&rsquo;s THE DAY OF THE JACKAL and Nelson DeMille&rsquo;s THE CHARM SCHOOL. The story, in nutshell, focuses on Taylor&rsquo;s fictional but very believable Taskforce racing to stop a female Chechnyan suicide bomber, a &ldquo;Black Widow,&rdquo; before she can blow herself to Kingdom Come and in the process unleash a global pandemic.  Her primary weapon isn&rsquo;t explosives, but a bioengineered, highly lethal version of the H5N1 avian flu. It&rsquo;s the stuff of high drama and Taylor handles it with exceptional skill.  He also handles his characters with a deft touch.  The two protagonists, Pike Logan and Jennifer Cahill, and even the Black Widow, are not one-dimensional cartoon icons bearing &ldquo;licenses to kill,&rdquo; Pike and Jennifer for the greater good, the Black Widow for the greater evil.  Each is riddled with moral ambiguity about what they do. Brad Taylor&rsquo;s THE WIDOW&rsquo;S STRIKE is a solid five-star thriller.