With his thick stubble and shaggy black hair he looked more native to the region than the men he was walking toward. His black Italian loafers hit the smooth concrete floor, and he started toward the director general of Mossad. Rapp was dressed in black dress pants and a loose-fitting, untucked Bugatchi short-sleeve shirt. He tilted his head to the right to get through the opening and moved stiffly down the short run of steps. Rapp proceeded forward and lowered the stairs. 'Sit tight until I've had a chance to talk to Ben.

You know how secretive Ben is.' Rapp moved past Ridley and stopped next to Marcus Dumond, Langley's resident computer genius and hacker extraordinaire.ĭumond looked up at Rapp and asked, 'What's up?' Why do you always have to threaten violence?' 'I swear you were raised by a pack of wolves. 'Yeah.well, if you get off this plane, I might have to break your legs. 'Are you out of your mind? I need to stretch my legs.' 'We just finished a twelve-hour flight,' Ridley complained. Rapp put a firm hand on his friend's shoulder and pushed him back down.

'Yeah, right.' The chief of the CIA's Near East Division began to stand up. He looked over at Rob Ridley, who was about to get up.

They looked like misfits from some Cold War-era film about to handle a prisoner exchange at Checkpoint Charlie. Mitch Rapp looked out the port side window and checked out the men who were assembled to greet him. The CIA pilots eased the plane's ninety-three-and-a-half-foot wingspan through the hundred-foot opening with great care and then shut the engines down. After the tanks were topped off, the pilots were directed to a dilapidated hangar far away from the commercial terminal. The Gulfstream 5 landed at Ben Gurion International Airport, where it was met by a refueling truck.

Protect and defend by vince flynn