Threshold (A Jack Sigler Thriller)
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After a terrorist attack on a reservation in Oregon leaves thousands dead, Jack Sigler, call sign King, and his Major team must protect the only survivor, thirteen-year-old Fiona Lane. When a death in the family pulls King away, and the rest of the team is sent on a mission, Fort Bragg is attacked by a strange and overwhelming force. When the dust settles, Fiona is gone…
But the attack is part of a larger offensive. Around the world the last speakers of ancient languages are being systematically exterminated. As they fight to find the mastermind behind the killings and Fiona's kidnapping, the team is hunted by strange creatures that defy explanation―living statues, genetically modified monsters, walking megaliths―sent by an enemy from their past.
Calling on help from old friends and ancient heroes, the team fights their most desperate battle yet, not just to rescue Fiona but to prevent an ancient secret from being unleashed―one that has the power to do no less than destroy the world itself…
Ridley’s chin, grazing his flesh and opening a wound, before piercing Adam’s forehead and punching out the back of his skull. The sound of the single shot reached the group just as Adam’s brain exploded in a cloud of blood and flesh. Ridley spun with the impact, seeing the brain matter splatter on the floor at his feet. Adam’s grip on Ridley’s chest loosened, and then let go. The one-armed, quarter of a body slid back and dangled limply from Ridley’s back. “Adam!” Ridley shouted in shock.
for the head, which was made from the head of a Neanderthal statue. It lunged for him. With no time to reload, Rook did the only thing he could. Ran. While the Desert Eagle packed a punch big enough to put down any man or beast with a single shot, his assault rifle had a 40mm grenade launcher that could put down a whale. Maybe even a stone giant. Bones shattered as a strike just missed him, sending an explosion of bone fragments into the chamber. The shrapnel struck Rook’s back, embedding in
have to be personal,” King said. “But I never met the man.” “Queen and Rook did,” Aleman added. “Can you search their reports?” The team kept detailed reports of all missions including every action taken, why, and, to the best of their ability, what was said. The process was long and they often ended up with novelettes by the time they were done, but many missions overlapped and what was at the time a minor detail could become important in the future. Aleman’s response was to begin typing.
squint and then asked, “Is Fiona Lane in danger?” “Absolutely,” he replied. “From whom?” “That’s classified, ma’am.” “‘Your Honor,’ thank you. Is she safe?” “As safe as she can be, Your Honor.” “Is she safe with you?” “I would give my life to protect hers.” The judge’s eyes widened a bit. “I’m not sure I buy that.” “It’s what I do, Your Honor. I would give my life to protect yours as well.” That got a genuine smile from the judge. “Is this what you do in your line of work, Mr. Sigler?
chest. He dropped his weapon and fell to his knees. He looked at Rook with a mixture of surprise and loathing before tipping forward and crashing to the pine needle–laden ground. Rook checked Galya for signs of life despite knowing he’d find none. He placed her rifle back in her hand, closed her eyes, and kissed her cheek. “You were a bear. Thanks.” He hated doing what followed, but Galya was a survivor. She would understand. He took what supplies he could from the cabin, including a map, a