With a single pull of the rifle’s trigger, CIA covert action operator Michelle Reagan—code name Eden—ignites a bloody war between Peruvian drug cartels.
While pursued by both cartels, Eden discovers Christina, an undercover CIA officer long believed to be dead. Her plan to exfiltrate the undercover officer back to the US escalates the blood feud raging between the cartels.
Wanted by both cartels, Eden must determine Christina’s true motivation: is it to return home to the US, or is she a double-agent for the cartel run by her lover? When cornered by a cartel’s soldiers, Eden must make the tough choice: attempt a high-risk rescue of Christina, or flee alone to save her own life.
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Michelle Reagan—CIA codename Eden—squinted into her sniper rifle’s night-vision scope. With a trained eye, she surveyed the two small crowds gathered on the pier across the harbor. The two groups of eight men each kept to themselves and stayed fifty feet apart with no apparent interest in mingling. Some of the men leaned against their cars smoking, while others spaced themselves apart in case a member of the other group gave them even half a reason to draw a weapon.
Men from both groups alternatingly looked at their watches and then at the five-hundred-foot-long Lebanese-flagged containerized cargo ship docked a few hundred feet away at the end of the pier. The Callao Port Terminal, sandwiched between the city of Lima to the east and the Pacific Ocean to the west, serves as Peru’s primary maritime hub and the capital city’s commercial gateway to the world.
Eden lay prone atop a T-shaped tower crane one hundred fifty feet above the concrete pier. Her stomach lurched every time the steel giant swayed in the wind. If not for the gloves covering her hands, she would have been able to see the white knuckles of her left hand with which she firmly gripped the cold metal jib—the long, horizontal T-shaped lattice that carried whatever load of cargo the crane was lifting at the moment. As she steadied herself, her rifle rose away from the group she watched and pointed into the night sky above the darkened pier.
The voice in her right ear repeated the same question through the encrypted satellite phone that it had asked two minutes earlier. In his faded West Texas drawl, her team lead asked, “What happened? Any change?”
“No, Michael,” Eden replied. “No change. It was just another gust of wind up here on top of this big scary crane where I’m trying my best not to fall to my death.” She recentered the rifle’s scope.
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