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Freedom is dangerous, though it's the safest thing we have. How far do we go until we've gone too far, how much of our soul and innocence can we sacrifice in the name of the greater good until there is nothing left to give? The gripping first of a two books series about two young Romanians that are caught up in the midst of widespread death and destruction, forcefully recruited to become automaton assassins carrying death in the name of a regime they despise. The most powerful and ultra-secretive international anti-terrorist coalition saves them, only to throw them into a fierce fight to defend life and liberty against fanatical Islamic terrorism. When they run out of options the last resort seems to be the implementation of a deep cover operative inside the upper echelons of Al'Qaeda, a mission as much impossible as it is dangerous. Are they willing to die so that freedom can prevail?
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Monica Danetiu-Pana was born in 1970 in Bucharest, Romania, having witnessed first hand the destruction of a totalitarian Communist regime, and the beginning of an Islamic terrorist era. Like the characters in her book she is well traveled, having visited many of the places described in the book. She has drawn upon these experiences and training to create the scenes and plot in the novel.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
Alina perceived what followed next as if in slow motion. Bullets started to fly all around them, one passing only one inch from her temple, another drumming into the wall behind her. She dove for cover behind a short sofa, shooting blindly all over. Blinking tears she had no idea she was crying, she gazed to her right and saw Alex taking cover behind an armed chair. Something made her turn her head to her left. A black dressed guard was running towards them, her instinct telling her there was no reason for him not to shoot. And he would shoot to kill. A terrible calm covered her like a shell...her mind turned clear, her vision sharpened. She could see every detail, even the coffee-stain on the guard’s uniform and the way his fingers shook on his weapon. She lifted her gun and aimed.
Alex saw the guard almost at the same time as she did. He resisted the impulse to aim and shoot him as he would have normally reacted, if not for the look on Alina’s face. She was raising her gun focused, in control and entirely capable of taking down the enemy. As precious fractions of seconds passed, he let fear ride him. Fine hair along his neck prickled. Was he willing to either let her die, either make a killer out of her? The answer came to him the moment she took her shot. He heard metal strike the ground and then the fall of the body. He saw the hole in the left side of the guard’s chest. Fatal. She had done it. She had killed for the first time. Pulling her gaze from the man on the floor, she turned her face back to him slowly. Shock at what she had just done was written into every line of her face, an expression Alex was afraid would haunt his dreams forever. The gun trembled slightly within her iron grip as she tried to catch her breath. Agonizingly slow she pointed the barrel towards her mouth. Alex’s breath caught. He was too far away to reach her in time and he couldn’t shoot her to stop her. He watched her finger, waiting to tighten and pull the trigger in a reflex...a deadly reflex. He was hypnotized, helpless.
"Don’t Alina, please..."
She frowned at him, but didn’t lower the gun. "It’s never that simple, is it?" she whispered, but he heard her words as if she was shouting at him. "Life, death...bang, it’s over." She let the hand holding the gun drop, as if it had become too heavy to hold up. Her wrist thumped against her thigh, her head hung forward.
Alex swallowed hard. She was sitting there so quietly all of her usual exuberance missing, seeming like just the shell of who she really was. She looked more fragile than ever, a gust of breeze able to brake her. His arms ached to hold her and kiss away the tears that threatened to spill. But if he did and she broke down now, she would never forgive herself. And she would never forgive him for allowing it. So instead he stayed away and watched her.
"Once you told me that it’s harder, much harder to live," she said, raising her head to look at him. "Maybe you’re right...maybe it is harder." She started to become vaguely aware of the shooting around them, and knew she had to function or they would die in an unknown bunker. She felt Alex’s hazel eyes burning as he watched her carefully. She was touched somewhere deep inside at seeing all his attention focused on her not even bothering to shoot back, and suddenly felt the desire to live at any cost. "We’re not going to die down here," she thought stubbornly, feeling her senses coming back. Taking a short breath she swung quickly and started to fire her weapon in the direction of the guards.
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Book Description Outskirts Press, 2006. Condition: New. book. Seller Inventory # M1598005073
Book Description Outskirts Press, 2006. Paperback. Condition: New. Seller Inventory # DADAX1598005073
Book Description Outskirts Pr, 2006. Paperback. Condition: Brand New. 712 pages. In Stock. Seller Inventory # 1598005073