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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 is the author or coauthor of over fifty previous books in five bestselling series! including Dirk Pitt®! NUMA® Files! Oregon ® Files! Isaac Bell! and Sam and Remi Fargo. His nonfiction works include Built for Adventure : The Classic Automobiles of Clive Cussler and Dirk Pitt ! and Built to Thrill: More Classic Automobiles from Clive Cussler and Dirk Pitt! plus The Sea Hunters and The Sea Hunters II ; these describe the true adventures of the real NUMA! which! led by Cussler! searches for lost ships of historic significance. With his crew of volunteers! Cussler has discovered more than sixty ships! including the long-lost Confederate ship Hunley. He lives in Colorado and Arizona. BOYD MORRISON is the author of six adventures! including the four Tyler Locke novels! most recently The Roswell Conspiracy and The Loch Ness Legacy . He is also an actor and engineer! with a doctorate in engineering from Virginia Tech! who has worked on NASA’s space station project at Johnson Space Center and developed several patents at Thomson/RCA. In 2003! he fulfilled a lifelong dream by becoming a Jeopardy! champion. Morrison lives in Seattle. Klappentext The new Oregon Files adventure from the #1 New York Times-bestselling grand master of adventure. 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 ...
