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Eye for an Eye: A Dewey Andreas Novel Kindle Edition
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In Ben Coes' latest, Eye for an Eye, Dewey Andreas faces the toughest odds of his life as one of China's most powerful men has decided to do whatever he must to take down Dewey—and inflicts a horrifying loss.
When Dewey Andreas uncovers the identity of a mole embedded at a high level in Israel's Mossad, it triggers a larger, more dangerous plot. The mole was the most important asset of Chinese Intelligence, and Fao Bhang, head of China's Ministry of State Security (MSS), responds to the discovery and brutal elimination of the mole, by immediately placing a kill order on the man responsible—Dewey Andreas.
Dewey is tracked to Argentina, where he is on vacation with his fiancée, Jessica Tanzer, a U.S. National Security Advisor. A top-level kill team is sent in quickly and quietly, but their attack fails to take out Dewey. The collateral damage, however, is both horrifying and deeply personal. With nothing left to lose, Andreas is determined to have his revenge. Once he learns who is probably behind the attack—and why they are after him—Dewey goes rogue, using all of his assets and skills to launch a counterattack. Andreas must now face the full weight and might of the MSS, Chinese Intelligence, and the formidable Fao Bhang, if he's to achieve his one last goal: revenge on a biblical scale, no matter the odds or the armies that he will have to fight his way through. Andreas—former Army Ranger and Delta—is a man of great skills and cunning. His opponent, Fao Bhang, is ruthless, determined, and with no limit to the assets at his disposal.
In this conflict, there are only two possible outcomes. And only one Dewey Andreas.
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MOSSAD SPECIAL UNIT, AKA “THE MADHOUSE”
TEL AVIV, ISRAEL
Dayan stepped into Fritz Lavine’s sixth-floor corner office, which overlooked the Mediterranean Sea, the U.S. embassy, and downtown Tel Aviv. Lavine was the director general of Mossad, Israel’s intelligence service. He was a tall, rotund man with receding brown hair and big ruddy cheeks pockmarked with acne scars. Dressed in a white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up, he stood behind his desk, inspecting a sheet of paper. Two men were seated in chairs in front of Lavine’s desk: Cooperman, Mossad chief of staff; and Rolber, head of clandestine operations.
All three turned as Dayan entered, slamming the door behind him.
“What the fuck happened?” asked Dayan as he crossed the office, his voice deep, charred by decades’ worth of cigarettes. “How many years did you three work with this son of a bitch traitor and you never suspected a goddamn thing?”
“There’ll be plenty of time for blame, Menachem,” said Lavine, icily. “Right now, we need to find this motherfucker and put a bullet in his head before he does any more damage and before he escapes.”
“What is the damage?”
“It’s extensive,” said Cooperman. “So far, we can trace the exposure of at least sixteen MI6 and CIA operatives back to Dillman. As for Mossad, the number appears to be seven dead agents.”
“Jesus Christ,” Dayan whispered, looking in disbelief at Cooperman.
“TGI succeeded in rebuilding Dillman’s digital biograph, correspondence, you name it,” said Lavine angrily, throwing the paper down on his desk. “He gave the Chinese everything. Every Far East operation we conducted over the past decade was known ahead of time by Fao Bhang and the ministry. Their knowledge was so extensive that it appears they even tolerated certain activities inside China so as not to raise suspicion. Dillman passed on detailed aspects of anything Langley supplied to us. This includes nuclear infrastructure.”
Dayan walked to the glass and looked for a few brief seconds toward the U.S. embassy.
“Have we notified Calibrisi?” asked Dayan, referring to the CIA director, Hector Calibrisi.
Lavine nodded. “Chalmers too,” he added, referring to Derek Chalmers, head of MI6.
“And what was the reaction?” asked Dayan.
Lavine stared back at Dayan but remained silent. He didn’t need to say anything. They all knew Dillman had set all three agencies back years, decades even, and that both London and Langley would be extremely angry.
Dayan shook his head. He sat down in one of the chairs in front of Lavine’s desk.
“Where is he?” asked Dayan, calmer now, his hand rubbing the bridge of his nose, eyes closed.
“We don’t know,” said Rolber. “We’re looking, carefully. If he suspects anything, he’ll run.”
“If he goes to China, we’ll never see him again,” said Dayan.
The phone on Lavine’s desk chimed, then a voice came on the speaker.
“Director, they’re waiting for you.”
“Patch us in.”
The phone clicked.
“Hector?” asked Lavine.
“Hey, Fritz,” said Calibrisi on speaker. “You have me and Bill Polk here at Langley along with Piper Redgrave and Jim Bruckheimer at NSA.”
“MI6 is on also,” said Derek Chalmers, in a British accent. “Where are we on this?”
“We have nothing,” said Lavine. “We’re looking everywhere. Last contact with the agency was two days ago. General Redgrave, has NSA developed anything?”
“No,” came the female voice of the head of the National Security Agency. “And to be honest, I’m not going to start using NSA assets on Dillman, or on anything else, until we make damn sure our systems and protocols haven’t been contaminated by this mole. If the Chinese are inside NSA, we have bigger problems than Dillman.”
“What’s the plan if and when we do find him?” asked Calibrisi.
“We have three options,” said Rolber. “One—we watch him, use him, plot an architecture of disinformation back into Beijing. Two—we bring him in, interrogate him, then let him rot. Three—termination.”
“Why not two and three?” asked Calibrisi. “Grill him then kill him.”
“If we bring him in, China will find out, Hector,” said Cooperman. “There has to be some form of check-in and tip-off. If he misses that check-in, Fao Bhang will immediately try to exfiltrate him, or, more likely, just kill him.”
“Then Bhang will move on Western assets before we have time to clean up inside the theater,” said Chalmers. “Every MI6, CIA, Mossad agent in China will die, not to mention anyone else Dillman has exposed. It will be a bloody mess.”
“It already is a bloody mess,” said Dayan.
“So what about option one?” asked Calibrisi. “What would the design look like?”
“We locate him then hang back,” answered Rolber, “carefully monitor his movements, and tightly control information flow to him. In the meantime, we put our assets in the Chinese theater on high alert and prepare for exfiltration. When Dillman is no longer useful to us, or he suspects something, we bring out our teams, then bring him in. We can shoot him later.”
“Fuck that,” yelled Dayan, hitting the desk with his hand. “We’re not waiting. Dillman dies right now. Period, end of statement. If I have to do it myself in downtown Shanghai with a dull butter knife, this motherfucker dies.”
“Dillman is just a symptom, General,” said Calibrisi. “It’s Fao Bhang who’s behind it all.”
“Then let’s kill that son of a bitch too.”
“Nothing would please me more, but we’ve never had a shot at him,” said Calibrisi. “Bhang doesn’t travel outside the People’s Republic of China. He hasn’t been seen in the West since 1998. Inside PRC, forget it. He’s as well guarded as the premier.”
“Let’s cut our losses and kill Dillman,” said Dayan. “I’m not a fan of fancy intelligence operations—double agents, disinformation, whatnot. They never work. We’re seeing firsthand how they get all fucked up. It’s time to clean up this mess and tie it off. As for Bhang, we’re wasting our time. The man’s a ghost. Let’s focus on what we can do, namely kill what has to be the most important intelligence asset Bhang possesses in the West. That’s at least something.”
“I have an idea,” said Chalmers.
“Go ahead, Derek,” said Lavine, picking up an unlit cigar stub from his desk and sticking it in his mouth, then looking at Dayan.
“Even before this Dillman episode, Fao Bhang has done damage to all of us. Bhang and the ministry are a country unto themselves. He’s the third-highest ranking member of the Chinese State Council, but he’s the most powerful by far. Premier Li fears him, as does the country’s military. His tentacles extend into China’s economic affairs. He’s been an instrumental part of the currency manipulation that has plagued Britain and, on a much more dramatic scale, the United States, for years. For all I know, his hackers are listening in right now.”
“They’re not,” said Cooperman. “I assure you of this.”
“Forgive me, but your assurances mean nothing.”
“What’s your point?” asked Lavine.
“Bhang is rising,” said Chalmers. “His malevolence grows. This is simply another chapter in a very dark book.”
There was silence in the room and over the intercom as Chalmers paused.
“My question is, when are we going to do something about it?” he asked.
“So what’s your idea?” asked Calibrisi.
“We have to find Dillman,” said Chalmers. “Obviously. Then, my suggestion is, we use him. But not in the way you’re thinking, Hector. No, instead of using him for disinformation then killing him, we’re going to switch the order around. Kill him, then use him. We’re going to lure Fao Bhang out of his hole, and Dillman is going to be our bait.”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” said Rolber.
“Bhang won’t care about the loss of one human being, even his most treasured asset in the West, but he will care if the loss of Dillman exposes him as weak, as not in control,” said Chalmers. “If we can undermine him in the terribly cutthroat drama that is Chinese leadership, it will endanger him. It will, potentially, signal those who fear Bhang or who covet his power. It’s time to destabilize Fao Bhang and let his enemies move against him. Otherwise, there will be no end to his reach and the damage he inflicts upon the West.”
Cooperman suddenly reached for his chest pocket and pulled out a vibrating cell phone.
“What?” he whispered into the cell.
Cooperman listened, then signaled at the phone, indicating to Lavine to mute the conference call.
“We found him,” whispered Cooperman, looking at Lavine, then Dayan and Rolber. “He’s in Haifa.”
Lavine pressed the mute button on the speakerphone.
“Haifa?” asked Lavine. “What do we have there?”
“I have a kill team in the city,” said Rolber. “Boroshevsky, Malayim. They’re good to go.”
“No,” said Dayan. “This is not Mossad’s kill.”
“You don’t trust us now, General?” demanded Rolber.
“It has nothing to do with whether or not I trust you,” said Dayan, his gravelly voice rising. “I gave my word to Andreas; it’s Kohl Meir’s kill. Get Meir up to Haifa, brief him en route, get him whatever weapons he wants. That’s an order.”
“In the meantime, Fritz and I will coordinate with MI6 and Langley. I’m not sure I understand what the hell Derek Chalmers is talking about, but I like it. These British always have brilliant ideas, even if their food does suck.”
Copyright © 2013 by Ben Coes
- ASIN : B00AW75V82
- Publisher : St. Martin's Press; Reissue edition (July 9, 2013)
- Publication date : July 9, 2013
- Language : English
- File size : 4212 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
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- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 433 pages
- Lending : Not Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #45,102 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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This one picks up pretty much where ‘The Last Refuge’ left off although this time the primary bad guys are the Chinese; in particular one really evil guy high in the Chinese government.
These books, this one included, are almost completely plot driven and what a drive it is. The Amazon description gives a pretty good summation as do a number of other reviews here so I won’t do the same due to the risk of unintentionally throwing in spoilers – something I despise in reviews.
This one, like the past three novels, is an absolute page turner from cover to cover. The body count is extremely high and very satisfactory. I am always tempted to compare the work of Coes to that of Brad Thor but it is different. Coes writes on a more visceral level although I enjoy these two authors and am quickly gaining an appreciation for this genre; a genre I ignored for years – my loss.
One thing I will note and indeed, find rather remarkable in this sort of work is the sheer tragedy or series of tragedies that make up Dewey’s life. Hade these things happened to me I seriously doubt if I could function. I know this is fiction but the author does it well and you can actually feel some of Dewey’s pain as the stories unfold. This is some skillful writing and story telling. It is further remarkable in that Coes is more in to plot than character development – amazing.
Note which really has nothing to do with the work: I note that a number of people have complained about technical flaws, grammar, syntax, punctuation and such. I note that most of these come from the Kindle version. The review here is from the hardback paper edition and while editing (in all modern books) is not what it was 30 years ago, I personally found few errors. Don’t know why there is a difference.
Anyway...this was a good read and I have already ordered the next in the series.
This particular adventure has Dewey pitted against the head of the Chinese intelligence services - one should be able to guess who wins in the end even before purchasing this book.
However, there are things that bug me when I read these books - things that the proof readers should have caught - for example the author uses (page 204) "bring" when he should have used "take" (NO THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE!), another is when (page 277) where he uses the singular "was", when he should have used the plural "were".
Then there are the things that even a small amount of research, or basic knowledge should have caught - page 231 has Tacoma punch in a code into the digital lock - and then in the next paragraph, the author tells us that there is an iris scanner on the same door - which is it??. Another one page 265) is the author mixes up the DEFCON levels - thinking that DEFCON 5 is the highest, when it is actually the lowest level. Another is when Dewey crashes the Mercedes AMG E63 sedan (page 408) - and is upside down following the crash - no mention of the many, and I mean many, air-bags that would have filled the inside of the car. The author just has Dewey hanging there by his seat belt. (By the way the author is correct about the superb brakes on the E63's - even if you don't plunk down the extra $10K for the ceramic ones, the standard AMG brakes are superb!)
The author also has Dao, an undercover assassin, do a five second field strip of a rifle in front of the gun store clerk - no trained agent would ever call attention to themselves by doing the field strip that quickly, even if they could. That is illogical.
But, one does not read this type of novel and expect it to be free of all illogical and proofing errors.
Thus, even given those issues - still a fun book to read.
Dewey Andreas is a super-powered American superhero, similar to the Jason Bourne character. He’s in love and will soon marry a gorgeous woman. Aaaaand I knew where the storyline was headed, and soon the mah jong tiles began to fall—rather beautifully, I must admit.
In thrillers, I don’t expect a lot of atmosphere or milieu, but the plot and characters should have some semblance of reality. Example: In Chinese tradition, the surname is always first, followed by the given name. But the author never calls Fao Bhang or General Xu Qingchen by their surnames. It’s like calling General Dwight Eisenhower by his given name: Dwight.
As for General Xu, I doubt he’d eat a sandwich for lunch—maybe fried pancakes, steamed buns, dumplings or some kind of noodle dish.
As I said, I am open-minded whilst reading books in the thriller genre. However, there is a point in this plot line that I stopped reading to prevent my brain from leaking.
WARNING: SPOILER BELOW! SPOILER! SPOILER!
In order for Dewey to complete his mission, he passes as Chinese by using a silicon mask, hair dye, and shaving off his body hair. However, he needs serious medical attention in Beijing, so am I to believe that a Chinese doctor, paramedic or nurse would NOT know he’s a fraud?
After a break, I carried on reading, managed to suppress disbelief, and made it through the book. Overall, I enjoyed reading “Eye For An Eye.”
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book quality bordering on fine
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good author/good read