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One Minute Out (Gray Man Book 9) by [Mark Greaney]

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From Mark Greaney, the New York Times bestselling author of Mission Critical and a coauthor of Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan novels, comes another high-stakes thriller featuring the world's most dangerous assassin: the Gray Man.

While on a mission to Croatia, Court Gentry uncovers a human trafficking operation. The trail leads from the Balkans all the way back to Hollywood.

Court is determined to shut it down, but his CIA handlers have other plans. The criminal ringleader has actionable intelligence about a potentially devastating terrorist attack on the US. The CIA won't move until they have that intel. It's a moral balancing act with Court at the pivot point.

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One

Gornji Crnacÿ, Bosnia and Herzegovina

The grandfather of six stood on his front porch, a cup of tea in hand as he looked out across the valley at the green hills, thinking of the old days.

They didn't seem so long ago, but still he often wondered where they had gone.

The warm afternoon tired him, and he considered a nap before dinner. It was something an old man would think to do, and this bothered him a little, because he didn't really consider himself old.

At seventy-five he was in robust health for his age, but back when he was young he had been truly strong and able physically, as well as a man of great power in his community.

But those days were long past. These days he lived here on this farm, never ever ventured off it, and he questioned if his labors in life had amounted to much of anything at all.

Money was no problem-he had more than he could ever spend-but he often pondered his purpose here on Earth. He'd most definitely had a purpose once, a cause he believed in, but now life amounted to little more than his easy work, his occasional pleasures, and the strict rules he'd adopted to live out his days in quiet and in peace.

Another day here, he told himself, reflecting on both the years and the decisions he'd made in life. Good decisions all, of this he was certain. He was not a man to harbor doubts about his actions.

But he was painfully aware that the decisions he'd made had come with a high cost.

The wet heat hanging in the still air tired him even more. He drank down the dregs of his tea, looking out over the lush green hills, contemplating his existence, and he made the final and resolute decision to go back inside the farmhouse to bed.

The old man's eyesight was not good, but even if he'd had the vision he'd enjoyed in his prime, he would not have been able to see the sniper across the valley, dressed in a green foliage ghillie suit and lying in thick brush 470 meters away, holding the illuminated reticle of his rifle's optic steady on the old man's chest.

The grandfather turned away from the vista before him, oblivious to the danger, and started back for the door to his large farmhouse. He put his hand on the latch, opened it, and stepped inside.

There was no gunshot; only the single crow of a rooster broke the quiet of the valley.

Dammit, Gentry, take the fucking shot already.

¥ ¥ ¥

My finger comes off the trigger. My eye blinks and retracts from the scope. I thumb the safety, then lower my forehead down into the warm grass next to my weapon's buttstock.

Dude, you suck.

I get like this. Negative self-talk echoes through my brain when I don't do what I should do, what I've told myself I must do.

The voice is annoying, but the voice is right.

Why didn't I shoot that asshole when I had the chance? I've been lying in this sweltering, bug-infested overwatch for two days, my neck and upper back are killing me, and my mouth tastes like something crawled in there and died-a possibility I can't really rule out.

I've had my target in my twelve-power scope six times so far, and I could have taken him the first time, which would put me in Zagreb or Ljubljana or even Budapest by now. Shaved and fed and showered and safe.

Instead I am right here, caked in thick layers of grime and sweat, lying in the itchy grass, and bitching at myself.

I should be gone, and he should be dead.

Retired Serbian general Ratko Babic may look innocent enough now, living quietly on this farm in Bosnia and Herzegovina, just northwest of the town of Mostar. But I know who he is.

And I know what he did.

The old goat may be up to nothing more nefarious these days than harassing his chickens to lay more eggs, but twenty-five years ago, Ratko Babic was a household name, known the world over as one of the worst human beings on planet Earth.

And for the past quarter century he has paid exactly no price for his actions.

I don't like that shit.

He's a war criminal, the perpetrator of acts of genocide, and personally responsible for orchestrating the mass execution of eight thousand men and boys over three days in the summer of 1995.

I don't like that shit, either.

The UN wants him, NATO wants him, the International Criminal Court wants him, the families of his victims want him-and he's slipped by them all.

But now I want him, and that pretty much means Ratko's fucked.

Or else I'm fucked, because I can't make myself shoot him at standoff distance.

No, my dumb ass has to do this the hard way.

I'm not holding fire because of any second thoughts; no, this bastard richly needs to die-but if I pop him from here with a .300 Winchester Magnum round at 477 meters, then he's going to drop like a sack of wet sand and die quickly and unaware, and the thought of that has been driving me crazy since the moment I first saw him.

Eight thousand lives, plus. Torture. Rape. All because of that asshole on the other side of the valley.

Me simply flipping his lights off, sight unseen, from a quarter mile away . . . that's too good for him.

So instead I'm going in.

I'll penetrate his property after nightfall, breach his wires, and sneak past those protecting him. I'll make my way to wherever he sleeps, and then I'll appear out of the darkness and let him feel my hot breath on his face while I end him. Up close, personal, and so slow he will lose his head before I stop his heart.

That's the plan, anyway.

I've been doing this long enough to know that sometimes plans go sideways, and it's given me a healthy fear.

But not enough, clearly. There's still the voice in me that says, You've got this, Gentry. Don't do what's easy. Do what's right. What's righteous.

And that voice is in charge today, not the one that keeps telling me I'm an idiot.

I've been studying the sentries. They're pros, which actually surprises me. Six static, six mobile, with a second team that lives somewhere off property and rotates in every twenty-four hours. It's a lot more guns than I thought he'd have. Most other Balkan war criminals busted over the years were found to be lying low, with no more than two or three guys watching their backs, so I had figured on a lower profile for Babic, as well.

But Ratko's out here in the sticks with two dozen gun monkeys, and that seems strange to me.

They seem to be well trained, but my time in this overwatch has uncovered a serious compromise. The mobile guys are the toughest to anticipate, but at dinner they go static, same as the rest. A couple of sentries stay down on the road that leads into the property, another hangs out in the main house with the protectee, but the rest sit at tables in front of the bunkhouse a hundred meters away from Babic's farmhouse while three women bring dinner out to them.

Babic himself doesn't eat with the detail. He takes his meals inside the house.

So that's where I'm headed.

Tonight's going to be a bitch, if experience is any guide.

Whatever, I tell myself. I'll adapt and overcome.

Hopefully.

My principal trainer in the CIA's singleton operator school, the Autonomous Asset Development Program, was an old Agency shooter and Vietnam vet named Maurice. And Maurice had a saying that has stuck with me over the years, possibly because he screamed it into my ear something like half a million times.

"Hope is not a strategy."

Nearly two decades living downrange has me convinced that Maurice was right, yet still I plan on scooting down this hillside, climbing up the opposite hillside, and hoping like hell I can get in my target's face.

One last time that angry voice in my head implores me to stand down. C'mon, Gentry. Just lie here and wait for Babic to walk his fat ass back in front of your optic again. Then you can smoke him and be gone: quick, clean, and safe.

But no. I'm going in, and I know it.

I look up at the sky, see the sun lowering over the hills on the other side of the valley, and begin slowly stretching my tight and sore muscles, getting ready for the action to come.

I've got to load up the Jeep and position it for a fast getaway, and then I have to change into black, pull on a ski mask, and head out through the foliage towards my target.

This is a bad idea and I know it, but that bent and broken moral compass of mine is in the driver's seat, it's more powerful than the angry voice of reason, and it's telling me that a quick and painless end for Ratko Babic would be no justice at all.

Two

The general woke in time for dinner, made his way down to the dining room in his large but simple farmhouse, and sat at the table alone. Often old friends dropped in, fellow officers from the war, men who had served their sentences and then returned to the area or who had somehow avoided being charged with crimes in the first place. Only once had he met with another Serbian wanted by the authorities for his actions, but this man had soon after been killed in a shootout in Sarajevo.

This evening Babic had no guests; it was just him, the hollow ticking of the grandfather clock in the main entryway, and the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen as the cook and her two assistants prepared dinner.

One hundred meters away, most of his security boys from Belgrade would themselves be sitting down to dinner in front of the bunkhouse.

Ratko ate the same food as the men, a habit he'd picked up as a young officer in the Yugoslav army. The Hungarian wine he drank was better than the ilavka, a Bosnian wine provided to the security team, but that was a small personal allowance to his wealth and his seniority, and none of the boys from Belgrade who watched over him judged him for saving the good stuff for himself.

He'd earned some perks for his lifelong dedication to the cause, and the men from Belgrade all knew it.

Babic put a napkin in his shirt as his chief protection agent leaned into the dining room. "You okay, boss?"

"Fine, Milanko. When I'm finished, I want to go spend time with the boys."

"Sounds good, sir." Milanko stepped back into the living room to return to the TV he'd been watching.

Tanja served the old man a steaming bowl of podvarak: sauerkraut casserole filled with bacon and bits of beef.

"Hvala," he said. Thank you.

Tanja bowed a little and left the dining room.

She didn't like him; it was obvious to the general that she didn't approve of what he had done or what he did now, but she'd been sent from Belgrade along with the others and she did what she was told, and that was all an old officer like Babic expected out of anyone.

Petra came in next with a basket of bread and a plate of butter and put it next to him with a nod and a little smile, and Babic reached out and grabbed the nineteen-year-old girl's ass as she walked away.

She didn't turn back or even adjust her stride. This was a nightly occurrence for her; she was past the point of caring.

"Cold little bitch," he said under his breath. Tanja and Milena were plain and middle-aged. Petra, on the other hand, was young and beautiful. But Babic didn't push it with Petra, because, like all the others here on the farm around him, she came from Belgrade, and Ratko knew he could do just about whatever the fuck he wanted till the day he died, as long as he didn't leave the farm, and as long as he didn't piss off the Branjevo Partizans-the Belgrade mob.

He watched her ass wiggle out of the room and then returned his attention to his food.

Behind him the window displayed only darkness, but if he'd bothered to turn his head and peer out, if he'd retained the vision of his younger days, and if he'd concentrated hard in just the right portion of the property, he might have been able to detect a brief flash of movement-fast, from right to left, from the fence line towards the back of the house.

But instead, he dug into his podvarak and sipped his wine, and his mind shifted again to the glorious past.

After dinner Babic and his protection agent Milanko headed over to the bunkhouse to chat and smoke with the crew still eating there.

¥ ¥ ¥

He enjoyed his evening visits with the boys; they made him feel respected, important, vital. Long ago it was a sensation he'd known so fully and so well, but now it was a feeling that only came in passing.

As he and Milanko walked through the night, behind them the dogs began barking. The general sighed.

They never shut up.

Damn dogs. I mean . . . I love dogs, who doesnÕt, but not when theyÕre compromising my op. I knew about the two massive black Belgian Malinois, but their kennels are behind the farmhouse, and I ingressed from the west side and was careful to stay out of the dogsÕ line of sight. But clearly they smell me here on the southern side of the building, because theyÕre going fucking bonkers back there now.

¥ ¥ ¥

As I squat here picking the lock on the door to a utility room in the darkness, I will myself to go faster and for the two big furry assholes around the corner of the house to shut the hell up.

I've used silver-lined body suits to hide my smell from dogs in the past, and they function as advertised, but it's July and hot as hell here, so if I had put a scent guard on under my ghillie suit I would have dropped dead in my overwatch from heat exhaustion.

With the way I reek right now, the dogs are probably barking out of disgust and not to alert their handlers, but no matter the reason, I have to get this door open, pronto. I've been defeating locks for twenty years, and I'm pretty good at it, but this isn't the movies. It takes time and concentration. --This text refers to the paperback edition.

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Mark Greaney is the #1 NYT bestselling author of BURNER, the 12th GRAY MAN novel. The Netflix production of THE GRAY MAN, starring Ryan Gosling and Chris Evans, was the #1 most popular movie on the streaming service in 2022. Mark has written or co-written seven Tom Clancy novels and is also the co-author of the 2019 military thriller, RED METAL, and the 2022 release, Armored. The Gray Man series also includes, SIERRA SIX, RELENTLESS, ONE MINUTE OUT, MISSION CRITICAL, AGENT IN PLACE, GUNMETAL GRAY, BACK BLAST, DEAD EYE, BALLISTIC, ON TARGET, and THE GRAY MAN.

Mark lives in Memphis, Tennessee

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The Gray Man is back

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on February 28, 2020

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Court Gentry (aka the Gray Man) is in Croatia to snipe a war criminal. As he watches the old man through his scope, though, he decides that far away through a scope just won't do, and this man needs an up close and personal visit. Despite the presence of a small personal army and a couple of dogs guarding the war criminal, Gentry makes his way into the house only to find the old man not in his bed. Following sounds he hears, he makes his way into a basement and finds over twenty women and girls chained to the walls there. One woman, who was loose because the old man was about to bring her upstairs and assault her, runs out of the house (despite the presence of that small army and a couple of dogs). Gentry kills the old man and then wants to free the women, but one of their number tells him to leave, as he can't protect all of them, and they will be punished worse if they leave and are recaptured.

Gentry reluctantly leaves them but vows to find them again and free them, and also to bust the human sex trafficking ring he has stumbled across.

The story moves from Croatia to Italy to the US, as Gentry follows the pipeline of women moved from country to country. Along the way, he picks up an ally - one of the womens' sister, who works in financial fraud for EUROPOL - and she heads off on a side trek to engage the services of a hacker. after telling Gentry that not only is there a sex trafficking ring, there's an ocean of bad money being laundered in the process. Meanwhile, Gentry keeps dogging the pipeline, killing quite a number of people in his path and getting beat up at various locales.

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The evidence continues to pile up, and when it points to a US-based businessman and movie exec as the ringleader, Gentry calls his office - the CIA - and asks for help. When it's denied for reasons he isn't told, he requests help from another, more personal source: a bad guy in Italy, where the women will be sold at auction. The bigshot US businessman will also be in attendance at this particular stop even though his head of security advises him against it, and Gentry wants to get to him somehow, and kill him. On the evening of the auction, Gentry spots members of a special ops team, realizes they're hunting him, and eventually there's a big firefight, with the bad guys hoping on a private plane with two women marked for "special handling" - that is, to serve as sex slaves for he crooked businessman.

Gentry makes his way back to the States via a pretty humorous (considering the circumstances) method, and gets to California. Based on information provided by the EUROPOL analyst, he makes his way to the bigshot's house. He realizes he can't take the entire compound by himself, so enlists the help of some old operators (and I mean older in ago, as in, this sort of thing is a young person's game). After killing some more bad guys, and talking the bigshot's personal security out of protecting the bigshot, Gentry has come face to face with the bad guy - but he promised the CIA he wouldn't kill the guy, because the guy is an asset to the CIA, providing information on the flow of money and arms around the world. Since Gentry can't kill the bad guy, he shoots the bad guy right in the crotch, blowing his junk off. I guess that means no more sexytimes for him, assaulting or otherwise, although the way medicine is these days, and the fact that he's a billionaire, it could be entirely possible bad guy could get his nether regions redone and go right back to his evil ways. On the other hand, it's made clear in the last few chapters that the gad guy needs ED drugs and coke in order to be able to perform, so maybe not.

Gentry then walks away from the house, despite the LAPD showing up in huge numbers. He climbs into a van holding some CIA dudes, and they drive off into the sunset.

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The end of the book evokes The Shawshank Redemption (or, for the pedants, "Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption") with a litany of "hopes". This book really does seem to be one of the more adaptable ones of the series for the big screen, and it wouldn't surprise me to see it adapted into a screenplay and made into a movie starring some actor everyone will either love or hate, with the hate side pointing out all the ways X could not possibly be the Gray Man.

Overall, if you like the Gray Man series, you'll like this book. I do, and I did.

Four solid stars out of five.

The Grey Man Takes on his most righteous Job ever!

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on January 10, 2023

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Former Seal Team Six asset, faces his most righteous Job, ever. The problem is that it all started with a dime task - take out a wanted War Criminal, whose killed thousands in his past.

Mark Greaney spins a tale that will have your blood racing and your hands shaking as you're transported into the middle of the action. This is, unquestionably, his best book ever!

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Action Packed Again

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on January 22, 2023

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Mark once again with a book you can't put down. Had a relative in the hospital and read this one in two days. Couldn't put it down. If you want action and excitement this series is for you!

Another Gray Man winner

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on January 2, 2023

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Pulse pounding page turner from beginning to end. Excellent read,? Ranks right up there with Mitch rapp, jack bauer, jack reacher, et al

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on September 25, 2022

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This is one of Greaney's best Gray Man books I've read. Gentry goes to Serbia to pop a real bad guy and discovers 25 young girls being held in the basement. So starts his journey along with a Europol analyst whose looking for her sister, who was captured by sex trafficers.. You learn a lot about the sex trafficking business, how it's run, how wide spread it is, how cruel it is and that it's a Multi Billion Dollar industry. Of course, there's the usual gun fights along the way. Buy it, you'll like it.

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White knight or ?

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on October 12, 2022

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Gentry rides again. A lot of skill and luck saves the day. He just keeps rolling along. Even with a team of old-timers, he is the baddest.

Keeps getting better

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on November 15, 2022

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This series keeps getting better and better. I hope Mark keeps writing more books. I’m hooked on the Gray Man.

~~Murders/Human Trafficking/Suspense~~

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on February 18, 2020

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First of all I must write that if I am ever in any kind of trouble, I want Court Gentry...AKA the Grey Man...to either be on my side or come and rescue me...Hopefully I will never be in that situation but if I am...come and get me out of my distress...

This novel starts in Croatia with Court Gentry attempting to assassinate a Serbian war criminal from 25 years ago. Retired General Ratko Babic has been living peacefully surrounded by bodyguards for many, many years. And, yes, he was responsible for murdering over 8000 men and young boys. His quiet litle farmhouse, however, holds a secret of its own...This novel is off to a rip roaring start. Wow.

The reader will be transported from Croatia to Hollywood with many stops in between. There are a lot of characters and was glad the author provided the list at the beginning of this one. Lots of different locations, different jobs and of course, different motives.

The descriptions are vivid throughout this novel and at times downright sickening to read. When a reader has his senses fully awakened by the writing, it illustrates excellent skills by the author. The amount of money involved in this global trafficking of drugs, guns, sex, immigrants and more is staggering. The Director of the Consortium raked in around $10 billion a year. And, that is one person involved in this circle of traffickers.

So, the question in this novel becomes whether or not The Grey Man will be able to complete his mission. The intel on a terrorist attack on US soil seems viable but....

Lots of truly evil people in this novel and the suspense is palpable throughout. One quote that I really liked from Maurice, a CIA handler: "Hope is not a strategy". And, Court remembered this for years.

A perfect read on a snowy and blowing day in Vermont. Loved the multi-layered plot, the dialogue was clear and crisp and the action continued from the beginning until the end.

Most highly recommended.

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By Gail L

Great disappointment.

Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on February 24, 2020

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Entirely agree with other reviews, loved the other Gray man books, but hate this story told in first person. Maybe the author wants us to know how vulnerable he is, but that’s not the way I want, or expect to view him. After eagerly anticipating this novel, it’s been a great disappointment. Released on the same day as new orphan X novel, thank goodness that didn’t disappoint.

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Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on November 11, 2022

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Cracking read as usual, good characters and moves along at a good pace, although the story line does amble in places.
A slightly unpleasant subject given more recent events which makes it both upto date and relevant, it's also a topic which needs addressing in the real world.
Looking out for the next one.

UK Troll

Best One Yet

Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on March 28, 2020

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It’s sometimes hard to see where Mark Greaney is going to take The Grey Man next, but he keeps the series going without flagging one bit. This one’s the best yet.

Staying just the right side of a pretty stretched credibility line (as befits The Grey Man), the plot is ingenious, with enough twists and suspense to keep you glued right to the end.

The in-out of the government’s black ops fold was starting to wear thin earlier in the series, but Greaney plays it beautifully here.

A great read. Thank you. Can’t wait for the next one!

K. Deakin

A bit off putting

Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on June 7, 2022

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Having read all of the Grey Man books I have to say that I couldn’t really get into this one. Written in the first person I found it a bit harder to read and the subject of this book was enough to put me off

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Gareth

Another good read.

Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on October 5, 2021

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I did like this book but when I started reading, it felt different, strange compared to his other books, almost like someone else had written it.
Kept me entertained for a few nights in a wet and windy holiday in heysham.

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