The Asset

Montana, USA When Lance Spector quit the CIA, he never looked back. The backstabbing, the killing, the cold-blooded murder. He swore, if he had to swallow one more government lie, he was going to lose it. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep. Years of service had left him with nothing, and no one. Washington, Langley, the Pentagon, the whole rotten swamp could go to hell as far as he was concerned. Yekaterinburg, Russia A Russian expedition to the heart of the tundra returned with a devastating new pathogen, harvested from the corpses of long-dead mammoths. It was the biological super-weapon they'd been looking for, an apocalypse-level pathogen, a virus more deadly than anything ever to come out of a Russian lab. It would stop NATO and the Americans in their tracks. A Biological Chernobyl. Strong enough to win a war. Washington DC, USA A mysterious vial, sealed in a titanium case, arrived at CIA headquarters. They had no idea who'd sent it, but it came with a message. "I will only speak to Lance Spector."