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Zusatztext Praise for The Emperor's Revenge “Another rollicking Juan Cabrillo adventure. Nefarious deeds and derring-do from the Monaco Grand Prix to Malta! Germany! Lithuania! Holland! and the Baltic. The exotic weapons-driven! more-threads-than-a-sweater narrative explodes with action! dead bodies hither and you! with Cabrillo making...skin-of-the teeth escapes.”— Kirkus Reviews “High-octane...The authors keep things moving at a fast pace.”— Publishers Weekly “A solid and fun entry that showcases what fans love when they pick up one of Cussler's novels: a wonderful blend of action-adventure and history.”—Associated Press Informationen zum Autor Clive Cussler and Boyd Morrison Klappentext The Oregon crew must work without their usual resources when a rogue hacker empties their bank account in this action-packed installment from the #1 New York Times-bestselling grand master of adventure. When a bank heist during the Monaco Grand Prix decimates the Corporation's "offshore" account, Juan Cabrillo and the crew of the Oregon find themselves unexpectedly vulnerable. Without his usual financial assets, Juan must trust a woman from his past, an old friend from his days with the CIA, to help him keep his team safe. Together, they'll face a mysterious hacker with a brutal vendetta. It is only after the hunt begins that the enormity of the plan comes into focus: the bank theft is just the first step in a plot that will result in the deaths of millions and bring the world's economies to a standstill. The catalyst for the scheme? A stunning document stolen during Napoleon's disastrous invasion of Russia. But two hundred years later, it may be the thing that brings Europe to its knees. ONE Algeria Present day Towering dunes and rocky crags stretched as far as theeye could see, baked by the harsh midday sun. The IL-76 cargo plane, now threehours out of Cairo, had been flying a zigzag pattern across the Saharaaccording to instructions. Tiny Gunderson turned in his pilot’s seat and blinked inconfusion when he saw Juan Cabrillo standing behind him. Normally, Juan sported short blond hair, blue eyes, and atan complexion like the native Californian he was, but today he was disguised asan Arab native, with dyed black hair, brown contact lenses, skin darkened evenfurther by makeup, and a prosthetic nose to alter his appearance. “For a moment, I thought you were one of our otherpassengers,” Tiny said. “They’re busy down in the hold, checking their gear,”Juan replied. “They look a little nervous. A couple of them have never skydivedbefore.” “Well, they picked a doozy of a place to learn. I haven’tseen so much as a road for the last thirty minutes.” “They want to make sure no one beats us to their target.” “Fat chance of that happening. We’re nearing the latestcheckpoint. I’m going to need the next set of coordinates.” “Then my timing is impeccable,” Juan said. “Our clientjust gave me this. He said it’s the drop location.” He handed Tiny a piece ofpaper with a set of GPS coordinates. Tiny plugged the new numbers into theRussian jet’s autopilot computer, and the four-engine plane began banking inthat direction. “We should be on-site in ten minutes,” he said. “I’llopen the rear door two minutes before the drop.” Juan nodded. “What’s our fuel status?” “No problem. I’ve got eight more hours of flight time.” “Remember,” Juan said, “they won’t leave the landing zoneuntil you’re out of sight, so hightail it as soon as we’re away.” “Like I’ve been bit in the butt, Chairman. Have a goodfall.” Juan smiled. “Keep in touch.” He left the cockpit andtook the stairs down into the cavernous hold. Four pallets occupied the c...
