“The door suddenly opened. A leggy young brunette took two steps into the office and stopped short. Her brown eyes widened, she hastily excused herself and turned to leave. Pérez’s jaw dropped as he looked up at her high heels and ankles. He crawled out from under the desk and turned questioningly to his partner. Thorne didn't hesitate. He took one swift stride from behind, clamped a hand tightly over her mouth, and pulled her back into the room, disregarding her wildly flailing legs and frantic attempts to claw his hands away. He shut the door with a backward thrust of his foot. "What do we do now?" Pérez whined. "Observe." Thorne spoke calmly, as would a professor demonstrating a familiar operation to a beginner. Using both hands, he briskly snapped her neck. She stopped struggling.” TerrorismThrillerIranCiaBrutalityEspionageNuclear ThreatDagestanInternational IntrigueHit ManRussian FederationNorth CaucasusViolent Action Book:The Caucasian Menace Source: The Caucasian Menace
“You’re too young to remember it,” Verity's mother said, “but we were expecting nuclear war all the time, really, up into my early thirties. Later, all of that felt unreal. But the feeling that things became basically okay turns out to have actually been what was unreal.” Soviet UnionNuclear WarArmageddonMutually Assured DestructionPost ModernRussian Federation Book:Agency Source: Agency