Vince Flynn

"Easy doesnt factor into it for me, Senator. Im talking about right and wrong." - Rapp"

"I have no doubt you could find someone who would take the job for a million and a half, and I also have no doubt that Monsieur Rapp would kill that man before he got anywhere near him." - Gould"

"He was wearing jeans, hiking boots, and a black Mountain Hard-wear fleece jacket. He had a large black rubber dive watch on his right wrist, his hair was dark and shaggy, and although he was a good seventy-five pounds lighter than the FBI agent, McMahon had no doubt the little scrapper could kill him without breaking a sweat. This guy was Special Forces from head to toe."

"This was, after all, the country of Napoleon, who had once dominated all of Europe. In less than a century they had gone from one of the worlds preeminent powers to a country incapable of putting up a fight."

"Hold on a minute. We havent done anything wrong." "Youre kidding...right?" Rapp looked at him like hed lost his mind. "Well... nothing recently. I mean for Christs sake, were on the same team. Arent we?"

"Who the hell is he?" asked McMahon. "Hes the best sniper Ive ever seen. He can track anything." "He works for you now?" "Yep." "Lovely. God, I hope you dont end up with the FBI on your doorstep someday." "You and I both."