Kill Switch: A Joe Ledger Novel
Language: English
Pages: 544
ISBN: 1250065259
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
What do you do when the power goes off?
Terrorists have acquired a terrible new weapon that can crash the power grid and plunge America into a new dark age. A coordinated attack is planned to shut out all lights and emergency services to ten major cities. Planes will fall, hospitals will go dark, no help will come.
And in that terrible darkness, a dreadful plague will be released. If the lights go off, nothing can stop the bioweapon from killing millions.
At the same time, the intelligence services are being torn apart from within by a plague of betrayal, murder, and suicide. Even the Department of Military Sciences is stumbling in its response to the growing threat.
Time is running out, and Joe is being hunted by a terrifying new kind of assassin. A team of remote viewers have the ability to take over any person and turn ordinary citizens into killers. Where can you turn when there’s nobody left to trust?
Joe Ledger faces his deadliest challenge as friends and allies become enemies and all of the lights begin to go out…
I Live in Your Basement! (Goosebumps, Book 61)
Greek Magical Papyri, Arbatel de Magia Veterum, the Pseudomonarchia Daedonum, The Black Pullet, Ars Almade, which is book four of the Lesser Keys of Solomon, The Ripley Scroll, The Book of Soyga, an Icelandic book called the Galdabok, and—here’s one you’ll recognize—the Voynich manuscript.” Yeah, I recognized that one, all right. It’s a weird fifteenth-century text written in an unknown language and kept at the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale University. Experts had tried for
Poliske. Just a few miles from Chernobyl. And there were other images, photos of worse quality and even some crude sketches by people who claimed to have seen such a device or worked on it while employed either by the government or a defense contractor. “Guys,” said Bug, “I am ringing all sorts of bells here. Seriously. Orpheus Gate? Yeah, there’s a whole bunch of stuff. Let me put some people on this and I’ll get back to you with the bullet points.” Dr. Hu stared gloomily at us from a window
bloodstream. And then the creature moved into our line of sight. In the glow of the night vision it was green and unnatural, though I knew that it was really white. Not the vital white of an Alaskan polar bear, or the pure white of a gull’s breast. No, this was a sickly hue and I knew that even with the NV goggles. This was a pallor that had never been touched by sunlight, even the cold light here at the frozen bottom of the world. This was a mushroom white, a sickly and abandoned paleness that
advanced computer and communications equipment, but the rest of the interior was basically a gun rack. Rows of handguns and long guns, ranging from combat shotguns to the latest automatic rifles. Boxes of grenades—fragmentation, flash-bangs, smoke—and a bin filled with uniforms and Kevlar. Brick chuckled. “Mike Harnick helped me trick her out. If it’s not here, Joe, you don’t need it. We got every single one of Dr. Hu’s little electronic gizmos. I got a minigun mounted in the overhead dome,
assholes in a UPS truck in Manhattan and it’s lights out for the whole damn city.” “Well, for some of it,” countered Bunny. “One cannon’s not going to flip the switches on a whole city.” Top spread his hands in a “we’ll see” gesture. To me he said, “Washington send us down here to see if the Russians or Chinese been stealing our toys?” “Unknown,” I said, “but that’s an obvious concern.” Top made a show of looking up and down the otherwise empty hull of the transport. Except for our gear and a
