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Evan Smoakgovernment assassin gone roguereturns in Hellbent, an engrossing, unputdownable thriller from Gregg Hurwitz, the latest in his #1 international bestselling Orphan X series.
Taken from a group home at age twelve, Evan Smoak was raised and trained as an off-the-books government assassin: Orphan X. After he broke with the Orphan Program, Evan disappeared and reinvented himself as the Nowhere Man, a man spoken about only in whispers and dedicated to helping the truly desperate.
But this time, the voice on the other end is Jack Johns, the man who raised and trained him, the only father Evan has ever known. Secret government forces are busy trying to scrub the remaining assets and traces of the Orphan Program and they have finally tracked down Jack. With little time remaining, Jack gives Evan his last assignment: find and protect his last protégé and recruit for the program.
But Evan isn’t the only one after this last Orphanthe new head of the Orphan Program, Van Sciver, is mustering all the assets at his disposal to take out both Evan (Orphan X) and the target he is trying to protect.
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No Version of Being Too Careful
Evan moved swiftly through the door to his penthouse suite at the Castle Heights Residential Tower, his RoamZone pressed to his ear. The phone, encased in hardened rubber and Gorilla glass, was as durable as a hockey puck and essentially impossible to trace. Every incoming call to 1-855-2-NOWHERE traveled in digital form over the Internet through a labyrinth of encrypted virtual-private-network tunnels. After a round-the-world tour of software telephone-switch destinations, it emerged through the receiver of the RoamZone.
Evan always answered the phone the same way.
Do you need my help?
This time, for the first time, the voice on the other end was a familiar one.
Jack had plucked Evan from the obscurity of a foster home at the age of twelve and placed him in a fully deniable black program buried deep inside the Department of Defense. Jack had turned Evan into Orphan X, an expendable assassin who went where the U.S. government would not and did what the U.S. government could not. Jack had fought for Evan to stay human even while teaching him to be a killer.
The only father Evan had ever known was calling this line now, a line reserved for those in mortal danger. And he had answered Evan's question — Do you need my help? — with a single syllable.
Evan and Jack had an elaborate series of protocols for establishing contact. Never like this.
For Jack to call this number meant that he was up against what others might consider world-destroying trouble.
All Evan had gotten over the phone so far was that one word. Static fuzzed the line infuriatingly, the connection going in and out.
He was gripping the phone too hard. "Jack? Jack? Jack."
Eight years ago Evan had gone rogue from the Orphan Program. At the time he'd been the Program's top asset. Given the sensitive information in his head, the bodies he'd put in the ground, and the skills encoded into his muscles, he could not be allowed to exist. The most merciless of the Orphans, Charles Van Sciver, had taken over the Program and was hellbent on tracking down and eradicating Evan.
Vanishing was easier when you already didn't exist. The Orphan Program lived behind so many veils of secrecy that no one except their immediate handlers knew who the Orphans were. They were kept in separate silos and deployed through encoded comms that preserved plausible deniability at every level. Double-blind protocols ensured that even the handlers' whereabouts were often unknown by higher headquarters.
And so Evan had simply stepped off the grid, keeping only the operational alias he'd earned in the shadow service, a name spoken in hushed tones in the back rooms of intel agencies the world over.
The Nowhere Man.
He now helped the desperate, those with no place left to turn, people suffering at the hands of unrepentant and vicious abusers. His clients called 1855-2-NOWHERE. And their problems were solved.
Antiseptic. Effective. Impersonal.
Evan's tense steps echoed around the seven thousand square feet of his condo. The open stretch of gunmetal-gray floor was broken by workout stations, a few sitting areas, and a spiral staircase that rose to a loft he used as a reading room. The kitchen area was equally modern, all stainless steel and poured concrete. The views up here on the twenty-first floor were dazzling, downtown Los Angeles shimmering like a mirage twelve miles to the east.
Despite all that space, Evan was having trouble breathing. He felt something wild clawing in his chest, something he couldn't identify. Fear?
The reception crackled some more, and then — finally — Jack's voice came through again. "Evan?"
It sounded as if Jack was in his truck, an engine humming in the background.
"I'm here," Evan said. "Are you okay?"
Through the receiver he could make out more road rolling beneath Jack's tires. When Jack spoke again, his voice sounded broken. "Do you regret it? What I did to you?"
Evan inhaled, steadied his heart rate. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you ever wish I'd never taken you out of that boys' home? That I'd just let you live an ordinary life?"
"Jack — where are you?"
"I can't tell you. Dollars to doughnuts they've got ears on me right now."
Evan stared out through the floor-to-ceiling, bullet-resistant Lexan windows. The discreet armor sunshades were down, but through the gaps in the woven titanium chain-link he could still see the city sparkling.
There was no version of being too careful.
"Then why are you calling?" Evan said.
"I wanted to hear your voice."
Over the line, tires screeched. Jack was driving fast, this much Evan could glean.
But he couldn't know that Jack was being pursued — surreptitiously, yet not so surreptitiously that Jack didn't notice — by five SUVs in rolling surveillance. Or that a Stingray cell-tower simulator was intercepting Jack's signal, capturing his every word. That within five minutes the thwap-thwap-thwap of rotor blades would stir the clouds and a Black Hawk attack helicopter would break through the night sky and plummet down, fanning up dust. That thermal imaging had already pegged Jack in his driver's seat, his 98.6-degree body temperature rendered in soothing reds and yellows.
All Evan knew right now was that something was terribly wrong.
The static rose like a growl, and then, abruptly, the line was as clear as could be. "This is looking to be my ninth life, son."
For a moment Evan couldn't find his voice. Then he forced out the words. "Tell me where you are, and I'll come get you."
"It's too late for me," Jack said.
"If you won't let me help you, then what are we supposed to talk about?"
"I suppose the stuff that really matters. Life. You and me." Jack, breaking his own rules.
"Because we're so good at that?"
Jack laughed that gruff laugh, a single note. "Well, sometimes we miss what's important for the fog. But maybe we should give it a go before, you know ..." More screeching of tires. "Better make it snappy, though."
Evan sensed an inexplicable wetness in his eyes and blinked it away. "Okay. We can try."
"Do you regret it?" Jack asked again. "What I did?"
"How can I answer that?" Evan said. "This is all I know. I never had some other life where I was a plumber or a schoolteacher or a ... or a dad."
Now the sound of a helo came through the line, barely audible.
"Jack? You still there?"
"I guess ... I guess I want to know that I'm forgiven."
Evan forced a swallow down his dry throat. "If it wasn't for you, I would've wound up in prison, dead of an overdose, knifed in a bar. Those are the odds. I wouldn't have had a life. I wouldn't have been me." He swallowed again, with less success. "I wouldn't trade knowing you for anything."
A long silence, broken only by the thrum of tires over asphalt.
Finally Jack said, "It's nice of you to say so."
"I don't put much stock in 'nice.' I said it because it's true."
The sound of rotors intensified. In the background Evan heard other vehicles squealing. He was listening with every ounce of focus he had in him. A connection routed through fifteen countries in four continents, a last tenuous lifeline to the person he cared about more than anyone in the world.
"We didn't have time," Evan said. "We didn't have enough time."
Jack said, "I love you, son."
Evan had never heard the words spoken to him. Something slid down his cheek, clung to his jawline.
He said, "Copy that."
The line went dead.
Evan stood in his condo, the cool of the floor rising through his boots, chilling his feet, his calves, his body. The phone was still shoved against his cheek. Despite the full-body chill, he was burning up.
He finally lowered the phone. Peeled off his sweaty shirt. He walked over to the kitchen area and tugged open the freezer drawer. Inside, lined up like bullets, were bottles of the world's finest vodkas. He removed a rectangular bottle of Double Cross, a seven-times-distilled and filtered Slovak spirit. It was made with winter wheat and mountain springwater pulled from aquifers deep beneath the Tatra Mountains.
It was one of the purest liquids he knew.
He poured two fingers into a glass and sat with his back to the cold Sub-Zero. He didn't want to drink, just wanted it in his hand. He breathed the clean fumes, hoping that they would sterilize his lungs, his chest.
"Well," he said. "Fuck."
Glass in hand, he waited there for ten minutes and then ten more.
His RoamZone rang again.
Caller ID didn't show UNIDENTIFIED CALLER or BLOCKED CALLER. It showed nothing at all.
With dread, Evan clicked the phone on, raised it to his face.
It was the voice he'd most feared.
"Why don't you go fetch your digital contact lenses," it said. "You're gonna want to see this."
The burly man forged through fronds and the paste of the jungle humidity, his feet sinking into Amazonian mud. A camouflaged boonie hat shadowed his face. A cone of mosquito netting descended from the hat's brim, breathing in and out with him. The ghostly effect — that of an amorphously shaped head respiring — made him seem like a bipedal monster flitting among the rotting trunks. Sweat soaked his clothes. On his watch a red GPS dot blinked, urging him forward.
Behind him another man followed. Jordan Thornhill was gymnast-compact, all knotty muscle and precision, his hair shaved nearly to the skull, a side part notched in with a razor. He'd taken off his shirt and tucked it into the waistband of his pants. Perspiration oiled his dark skin.
They'd left the rented Jeep a few miles back, where dense foliage had finally smothered the trail.
They kept on now in silence, mud sucking at their boots, leaves rustling across their broad shoulders. Strangler vines wrapped massive trees, choking the life from them. Bats flitted in the canopy. Somewhere in the distance, howler monkeys earned their names.
Thornhill kept tight to the big man's back, his movement nimble, fluid. "We're a long way from Kansas, boss. You even sure this dude has it on him?"
The invisible face beneath the boonie hat swiveled to Thornhill. The netting beat in and out like a heart. Then the man lifted the netting, swept it back over the brim. Surgeries had repaired most of the damage on the right side of Charles Van Sciver's face, but there remained a few feathers of scarring at the temple. The pupil of his right eye was permanently dilated, a tiny starfish-shaped cloud floating in its depths.
Souvenirs from an explosive that had been set by Orphan X nearly a year ago.
As the director of the Orphan Program, Van Sciver had the resources to eradicate most of the physical damage, but rage endured just beneath the skin, undiminished.
Thornhill grew uneasy under Van Sciver's gaze. That shark eye, it had an unsettling effect on people.
"It was on his person," Van Sciver said. "I have it on good authority."
"Are you actually asking me?" Van Sciver said. The scars didn't look so bad until he scowled and the skin pulled taut, stretching the wrong way.
Thornhill shook his head.
"The real question is, is it still there?" Van Sciver said. "For all we know, it could be riding in the belly of a jaguar already. Or if there was a fire — who the hell knows."
"Sometimes," Thornhill said, "all a man needs is a little luck."
Yes, luck. For months Van Sciver had lived inside a virtual bunker built of servers, applying the most powerful deep-learning data-mining software in computational history to finding some — any — trace of Orphan X. The recent directives from above had been clear. Van Sciver's top priority was to stamp out wayward Orphans. Anyone who'd retired. Anyone who hadn't made the cut. Anyone who had tested questionable for compliance.
And most important, the only Orphan who had ever — in the storied history of the Program — gone rogue.
The Program's large-scale data processing had at last spit out a lead, a glimmer of a fishing lure in the ocean of data that surged through cyberspace on a daily basis. Even calling it a lead, Van Sciver thought now, was too ambitious. More like a lead that could lead to a lead that could lead to Orphan X.
The story behind it had quickly become legend in the intel community. It went like this: A midlevel DoD agent had once, through a labyrinthine process of extortion and blackmail, acquired a copy of highly sensitive data pertaining to the Orphan Program. A few aliases, a few last-known addresses, a few pairings of handlers and Orphans. These key bits and pieces had been captured from various classified channels outside the Orphan Program in the seconds before they autoredacted.
The agent had hoped it would hasten his rise inside the department but quickly learned that he'd caught a hot grenade; the data was too dangerous to use. He'd kept it as an insurance policy despite standing orders to the contrary that originated from Pennsylvania Avenue that any and all data pertaining to the Orphan Program must be expunged. Rumors of this shadow file persisted over the past months but had remained only rumors.
Until the powerful data-mining engines at Van Sciver's disposal had caught the scent of this shadow file and verified its existence by shading in bits of surrounding intelligence — like gleaning the existence of invisible dark matter by observing gravity effects around it. The midlevel agent had sensed the crosshairs at his back and had gone to ground.
In more ways than one.
In the end it hadn't been an Orphan or a fellow agent who had brought him down but an unexpected trade wind.
Van Sciver had promised himself that when the time came, he'd leave his bunker and get his boots muddy for a lead that might bring him to Orphan X. So here he was, squelching through the boggy muck of another continent, reaching for that shiny lure.
They smelled it before they saw it. A slaughterhouse stench lacing the thick, heavy-hanging air. They crested a slope. Up ahead the snapped-off tail rotor of a Sikorsky S-70 was embedded in the trunk of a banyan, cleaving the massive tree nearly in half.
Thornhill waved a hand in front of his face. "God damn."
Van Sciver drew in a lungful of aviation fuel and rotting flesh, a reek so strong he could taste it. They shouldered through a tangle of underbrush, and there it was. The downed fuselage rested on its side, nudged up against an enormous boulder like a dog trying to scratch its back. A tired seventies army-transport chopper repurposed for private charters, sold and resold a dozen times over, now being slowly devoured by the jungle.
The pilot had been thrown through the windscreen. His body, held together by the flight suit, was cradled tenderly upside down in the embrace of a strangler vine twenty feet off the ground. His flesh seemed to be alive, crawling with movement.
A rustling came from the fuselage, and then a desiccated voice: "Is someone there? God, please say someone's there."
Van Sciver and Thornhill drew close. Van Sciver had to crouch to see inside.
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Copyright © 2018 Gregg Hurwitz.
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Table of Contents
1. No Version of Being Too Careful,
2. Dark Matter,
3. Everything He Held Dear,
4. Are You Ready?,
5. Common Interests Are Important,
6. The Brink of Visibility,
7. Two Graves,
8. Serve with Gladness,
9. From Beyond the Grave,
10. A Goodly Amount of Damage,
11. Enemy of My Enemy,
12. Increasingly Rural Tangle,
13. Dying Only Meant One Thing,
14. A Pang of Something Unfamiliar,
15. Just Geometry,
16. The Turn to Freedom,
17. A Single Hungry Lunge,
18. Short on Time and Short on Crowbars,
19. More Than a Mission,
20. Wayward Pieces,
21. Quick and Easy,
22. Dead Man's Pocket,
23. Damaged Goods,
24. A Teaching Moment,
26. How Can You Know You're Real?,
27. Never Been and Never Was and Never Will Be,
28. Her Version of Normal,
30. Do Your Business,
31. Sprint the Marathon,
32. Cleaning Agent,
33. A Lot of Variables,
34. The Job to End All Jobs,
35. Patron Saint of Dispossessed Orphans,
36. Fresh Air,
37. Blood In, Blood Out,
38. Steel Bones,
39. Visions of the Occult,
40. Enhanced Interrogation,
41. Borrowed Time,
42. Undone by Target,
43. Grown-Man Problems,
44. Running the Same Race,
45. A Bit More Incentive,
46. Menu of Even More Specialized Services,
47. The Language of Comfort,
48. Something Akin to Pride,
49. Good Isn't Enough,
50. The Best Hat Trick,
51. Push a Little More,
53. My Breath on Your Neck,
54. Illegal in Police Departments from Coast to Coast,
55. Vanished in Plain Sight,
56. Crimson Firework,
57. What He Thought He Knew,
58. An Ad for Domesticity,
59. All Fucked Up,
60. Not Good,
62. Not Easy,
63. Devil Horns,
64. Steady as a Metronome,
65. Not an Innocent,
66. Friction Heat,
67. The Pretty One,
68. Locked-Room Mystery,
69. A Drool Not of Saliva,
70. Negative Space,
71. Bring the Thunder,
72. Thin the Herd,
73. The Black Hereafter,
74. Brightness Off Her Skin,
75. The Blackness to Come,
76. Something Flat and Unchanging,
77. Original S.W.A.T.,
78. Worth the Trying,
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They just keep getting better!
Great read, can't wait for the next book.
5 star read Evan Smoak Orphan X series continues to captivate me. Hellbent by Gregg Hurwitz is book three in the Evan Smoak Orphan X series. Every installment can be read as a stand alone, but are more enjoyable when read in order. In Hellbent the need to eliminate Evan, previously an active government assassin known as Orphan X, is becoming more imperative for Sciver. The current project runner of the Orphan program catches up with Evan's former handler Jack. Sciver plans to torture Evan's location out of him and assassinate Jack to induce a reaction from Evan that forces him out of hiding. Hellbent takes on an emotional undercurrent that the other two books have only touched on. Evan is facing his past, his desire for a better life and the consequences the Orphan program created for him. He is now painfully aware of how unequipped he is at dealing with human connections. The addition of Joey serves as a reflection of his past and the turning point in his life that made him what he is. I was just as invested in Joey's salvation as Evan. I want more than anything for both characters to experience a human connection, a sense of normalcy and to not feel so alone. As always with this series, the action of Hellbent is fast-paced and smart. I spend most of my time on the edge of my seat. Often I do not see a solution for Evan's conflicts, which is quite nerve-wracking. And I love it. Now my eight-day binge reading of this series is over. Only a few months to go before the next installment, which is already on my to-read list. I was granted a copy of this book by St Martin's Press, through Netgalley, for my honest opinion. I encourage all readers to reach their own conclusions.
At this point I don't know what else can be said. This time X is avenging the death of Jack. Yup they got him and now X is going to kill everyone that was in on his death, after he retrieves the package Jack left. There's only so much that can be said about the body count and the ways he kills and how in human he is. How many ways can you talk about the skills he has and has his reputation proceeds him. This is book 3 of mindless killing all because of something that happened in 1997 that X took the kill shot on. The girl Joey is a nice addition but not nice enough. Orphan V getting a heart is also not enough. I found myself scheming just to see if this book was the end. It isn't. I'd like to say this was a 5 star read but for me it wasn't. I really thought this would be about more than the body count and more vicious ways to kill or steal. The story isn't bad it just isn't what I look for in a read.
In this, the third book in the Orphan X series, Gregg Hurwitz delivers another fast-paced, action-packed story with his fascinating main character, Evan Smoak. Evan is evolving again as he tries to open the door to let others into his life a millimeter at a time. Unfortunately, he's well-aware that his former life as Orphan X makes it dangerous to be part of his life. Add to that his current life as the Nowhere Man, using the skill set he learned as Orphan X to help people in extreme danger. This time though he's trying to help teen washed-out orphan, while he continues to be pursued by another orphan who's been tasked with eliminating him. At the same time, he's grieving the loss of his mentor/father figure, AND he's attempting to help his next Nowhere Man "client". As usual, there's a lot of action, and once again the ending of this one left me ready to move on to the next one - which sadly won't be released until January 2019. Well played, Mr. Hurwitz, well played. Just take my pre-order money now! Thanks to Netgalley and St. Martin’s Press/Minotaur Books for providing a copy for an unbiased review.
However, the bit about the incision in the kids forearm- X would have given that more thought. Hell, I knew it was some kind of tracking or maybe the kid would blow up if moved. But that’s ok. It was a great book and I am looking forward to reading the next. Great job!
HOOKED ON HERWITZ's ORPHAN X SERIES!! Read 1,2, and 3 all in a row and now (SAD FACE) have to wait awhile for the next to see what Evan Smoak will pull off. This HERO/ASSASSIN has a heart and is ready to "DO YOU NEED MY HELP" phone to get calls. Loved the addition of the human factor in the form of a teenage girl. JUST AN EXCELLENT SERIES BY AN AUTHOR WHO IS SKILLED AT WRITING! A copy of this book was provided by St Martin's Press via Netgalley with no requirements for a review. Comments here are my honest opinion."
I received a free copy of Hellbent by Gregg Hurwitz through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. This is the third full-length novel in the Orphan X series. The government is still hunting Evan Smoak, a government assassin who decided he would rather know he was killing bad guys instead of trusting the government to make that determination. Evan is waiting for his next call, the one where someone desperately needs his help. However, the call Evan receives is from his mentor, his father-figure, the man who has always been the one to help Evan. It’s too late for Evan’s mentor, but Jack Johns has one last mission for Evan - retrieve the package. In carrying out Jack’s last request, Evan becomes embroiled in saving other orphans both from the program and from his boyhood acquaintance. When the violence winds down, and the tale winds up, Evan has a new mission. I enjoyed this book and look forward to the next. If you like espionage/assassin themed thrillers, I’m pretty sure you will enjoy this series as well. Start at the beginning with Orphan X; this is great for binge reading! #Hellbent #NetGalley
Couldn't put it down all night.
Grest book. I had trouble putting it down? Great book. Had trouble putting it down.
Aesome action packed read im a fan and im hooked
The phone call that Evan Smoak receives on his special phone comes from a voice he knows – Jack Johns, the main who trained him and the closest thing Evan has ever had to a father. The phone call changes Evan’s world, and Evan find himself setting out to pick up a package for Jack in addition to working on a very personal mission. Will Evan succeed? This third book featuring Evan is fantastic. The pace is fast with plenty of twists and setbacks, yet I love how things came together at the end. You really have to read this series in order, not only to appreciate the background on the story told here but also to appreciate the character growth in Evan. He’s a complex character, and I love watching him change. The rest of the cast is fantastic, too, and the writing paints his world without slowing down the story. Truly a wonderful book.
outstanding.could not put it down.this series is excellent.
Another great Orphan X book. Look forward to many more.
Watching X acquire more and more humanity is amazing. This story is the best yet, and the first 2 were phenomenal!
Hard to put down. This is a fast read and a new twist putting a teenage girl in the mix. Creates a new group of possibilities.
I think this may have been the best book he has written so far!!!
I am ready for #4!!!! Unfortunately I finished this one in 2 days. Couldn’t put it down..Hurry up with the next please!!!
This book held my attention and would not let Go! Thrilling edge of your seat reading, making you feel as if you were there; knowing the characters up close and personal. I can't wait for the next one!
HELLBENT by Gregg Hurwitz Orphan X #3 About 1/10th of the way into this book I felt the need to tell my siblings about a new-to-me author that I thought they would like. I was that engaged and impressed by what I had read…as for the book… Evan Smoak aka Orphan X aka The Nowhere Man is a trained assassin that has elements of many alpha heroes in series I have read but is still quintessentially and uniquely himself. He is a killer that lives by a set of “commandments”; he has trouble with emotions or at least reading his own; he helps others through a system he has devised that pays it forward and he is a man that in this book seeks justice and revenge for the death of a man that was closer to him than a father. As I read I found out more about Evan and the more I learned the more I wanted to get to know him better. Not having read the first two books did not hinder me but I do want to find the books in the future and read them, too. As Evan sought more information about the death of his mentor he finds a clue from the deceased that sends him to pick up a package. Evan soon realizes that the package is really a teenage girl that has also been plucked from a foster home to become an operative…but she ran away, is being chased for elimination, damaged, lethal and wary. Watching Evan deal with Joey and actually beginning to care for her - almost as his trainer cared for him - was an intriguing and engaging. This book is one that I could not put down. I cared about the characters and couldn’t wait to see what would happen next and just how Evan would manage to get revenge, take care of Joey, deal with a request that comes in to right a wrong as part of his pay it forward sideline, where the story would end and what might be suggested as a theme for the next book. This book has graphic violence that includes torture and murder. It is excellently plotted and the writing style is a joy to read. I am eager to read whatever book by this author that happens to come my way. So what did I hear back from that email I sent to my siblings? Well, this morning when I got up there was an email from my sister who told me she has read the first two books in the series, truly enjoyed them and is happy I found this series to read, too. And, I am happy I found this book to read because it provided me with a name to keep an eye out when looking for books to read. Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press-Minotaur Books for the ARC – This is my honest review. 5 Stars