24 The Hunt For Red November – Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

SOL’ILETSK IS A PARADOX.  It’s a town located on the Russian plains of the Orenburg Blast and is the home of abandoned oil rigs, an industrial complex, a holiday seaside resort, a blue collar working community, and the Black Dolphin Prison.

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24 – The Hunt For Red November – Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

AFTER THE MEETING was over, the side door to the meeting room opened and a tall well-dressed man stepped into the room. Senator Jackson ‘Ready’ McRae was not at all surprised to see him.

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24 – The Hunt For Red November – Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN” we all know why we’ve here.  So why don’t we take our seats and get right down to business, announced Senator Jackson ‘Ready’ McRae from the very conservative and Republican state of Alabama.

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24 – The Hunt For Red November – Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

MADISON WOKE UP tied to a chair and his feet in a bucket of water and a room full of Russian officials.

“Shit!” Madison cursed.

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24 – The Hunt For Red November – Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

MADISON RACED DOWN the rue du Faubourg Saint Honore yelling into his Blue Tooth, “I lost her!  Johnson! Did you hear me?  I said I lost her.”

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24 – The Hunt For Red November – Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

MADISON TRAILED BEHIND the young woman with the thick luxurious brown hair and piercing green eyes, rather nonchalantly.  Thanks to the neuro inhibitor developed by the doctors at CIA Headquarters, and implanted at the base of his skull, he was confident that Ruyah Caneer was completely unaware of his presence.  Continue reading

24 – The Hunt For Red November – Chapter 1

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Chapter1

RUYAH AL-BASIR bint al-Azia bin al-Saba glided her way down the rue du Faubourg Saint-Honore in Paris.  She was without encumberments of any sort.   She wore no niqab, hijab, burqa, rules, or husband.  She was completely free.

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