A tech billionaire seeks revenge that will kill millions... but
first he plans to take out the half-Japanese secret agent who is a
thorn in his side...
A philanthropist and visionary in the computer world, Gargamel
Tossert is the last person authorities would suspect of bombing a
Los Angeles skyscraper-connecting California's internet to the rest
of the world. Unfortunately for him, Kiki Claymore is right on his
trail. Why? Because Tossert has brainwashed Kiki's old roommate,
Aislinn Rousseau, as his own agent of evil.
But when Kiki is forced to secretly escape the United States,
all because of Tossert's actions, she refuses to stay undercover.
Kiki demands to infiltrate Tossert's network, and rescue Aislinn
from his influence. The trail leads to a secret bunker under
Katarina, a historic neighborhood of Stockholm, Sweden.
With the unlikely help of the Hell's Angels, Kiki races against
time to save her friend. And stop Tossert's plan to bring the world
to its knees-by destroying every automobile built in the last
twenty years with a deadly computer virus.
From inside the novel...
"One more thing, for the next forty minutes you can't stand up,
okay?"
Kiki looked to the ceiling. There wasn't much room anyway. "Why
not?"
"We're only flying twenty feet above sea level. Less than the
height of a normal suburban house. At that altitude the uplift is
so fragile that even the slightest variation in weight could send
us into the water. So head to the restroom before we take off."
"Below the radar," said Tin Man. "But after forty minutes they
have to gain altitude. The pilot loses the ability to judge
distance. Over the water there's nothing for perspective. The
chance of a crash increases."
"Until Mei turns off the smoking sign, okay?" said Digby.
Kiki sat back in her seat as the man in the polo shirt helped
Digby raise the stairs and lock the door. Ground crew directed them
onto the tarmac. After fifteen or so minutes the plane took off. At
first they climbed, then came down again. Kiki looked out the
window. The ocean was so close you could almost touch it.
KA-PLUNK
The jet wobbled violently. Then stabilized. Salt spray splashed
against Kiki's window.
"Sorry about that," came Mei's voice over the intercom.
"Something was in our way."
Kiki looked out as the jet shot past a cruise ship. No more than
a hundred feet away.
The very same boat which had woken her that morning.
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