Extraordinary Rendition
EXTRAORDINARY RENDITION
A SPECIAL AGENT DYLAN KANE THRILLER
J. ROBERT KENNEDY
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The Templar Detective and the Parisian Adulteress
The Templar Detective and the Sergeant's Secret
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The Templar Detective and the Black Scourge
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Broken Dove
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Flags of Sin
The Arab Fall
The Circle of Eight
The Venice Code
Pompeii’s Ghosts
Amazon Burning
The Riddle
Blood Relics
Sins of the Titanic
Saint Peter’s Soldiers
The Thirteenth Legion
Raging Sun
Wages of Sin
Wrath of the Gods
The Templar’s Revenge
The Nazi’s Engineer
Atlantis Lost
The Cylon Curse
The Viking Deception
Keepers of the Lost Ark
The Tomb of Genghis Khan
The Manila Deception
The Fourth Bible
Embassy of the Empire
Armageddon
The Special Agent Dylan Kane Thrillers
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Containment Failure
Cold Warriors
Death to America
Black Widow
The Agenda
Retribution
State Sanctioned
Extraordinary Rendition
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Payback
Infidels
The Lazarus Moment
Kill Chain
Forgotten
The Cuban Incident
The Detective Shakespeare Mysteries
Depraved Difference
Tick Tock
The Redeemer
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The Colonel’s Wife
Sins of the Child
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Table of Contents
The Novel
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Chapter 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Chapter 110
Chapter 111
Chapter 112
Chapter 113
Chapter 114
Chapter 115
Chapter 116
Chapter 117
Chapter 118
Acknowledgments
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“Any organization or citizen shall support, assist and cooperate with the state intelligence work in accordance with the law, and keep the secrets of the national intelligence work known to the public.”
Article 7, Chinese National Intelligence Law Passed June 27, 2017
“There is no force that can shake the foundation of this great nation. No force can stop the Chinese people and the Chinese nation forging ahead.”
Chinese President Xi Jinping October 1, 2019
PREFACE
One day, during the presidency of George H. W. Bush, he received a standard morning intelligence briefing. This particular meeting included the national security advisor Brent Scowcroft, and the CIA director Robert Gates, as well as one other participant unfamiliar to the President—something not unusual, as many on
e-off attendees were often invited to give a specific briefing.
This individual gave a talk regarding the latest technologies employed by the CIA to disguise their agents. At the end of her briefing, she indicated she would now remove one of these new technologies. The President, the former head of the CIA, stopped her. He wanted to try and figure it out himself. He rose and circled her, but was unable to determine what form of disguise she was using.
The moment he returned to his desk, she peeled off her face, revealing her true self hidden behind a mask so realistic, even the former head of the Central Intelligence Agency couldn’t tell. The reveal shocked everyone in the room, and photos of that meeting were only recently declassified.
The extremely sophisticated and realistic face mask was her and her team’s brainchild, and has been employed by the CIA for decades.
And who was this mystery woman? The CIA’s Disguise Chief, Jonna Mendez, a titan in the intelligence world.
This technology, along with all of the technologies described in this book, are real, and are in use today by various governments around the world.
1 |
Falls Church, Virginia
Lee Fang loved the high an intense workout afforded her, though sometimes a leisurely jog through her new hometown was as enjoyable in other ways. After all, an all-out sprint down the streets of Falls Church would draw attention, and would likely end up in several collisions.
She was as fit as any athlete, professional or otherwise, and liked to keep it that way. It was a holdover from her former life—Chinese Special Forces, a major in the Beijing Military Region Special Forces Unit.
She had loved her job, the intensity of it, the adrenaline, the sense of accomplishment.
The violence.
She was small compared to a man, especially the Americans she was now surrounded by. But technique easily made up for that. She was strong for a woman, a turn of phrase that had her bristling at times, though biology had to be acknowledged. Not all men were stronger than all women, though that wasn’t the most important thing. A man might deliver the strongest blow, but if that blow was dodged and his kneecap taken out a moment later, he was down, no matter how strong he was.
Or she could just put two in his chest from a distance.
I miss that life.
It wasn’t the killing. She never enjoyed that, but she would do it when necessary. It was the act of doing something. She had been forced to betray her country a few years ago, an act she didn’t regret. What the rogue generals were doing was wrong, and hadn’t been approved by the Party. She had defended herself, killing one of them, then delivered her precious intel to the Americans in an attempt to head off a coup in Washington, aided by her own military leadership.
The crisis had been averted, the day saved, but her life as she knew it was over.
She was a traitor to her country, relegated to a life of exile in a grateful America, where she was paid a generous pension and forbidden from working in any job related to her field.
I can’t even be a cook because it involves knives.
She didn’t regret her decision. It was the right thing to do despite the cost.
And because of it, she had met the love of her life.
Dylan Kane.
She had never thought she’d fall in love with an American. Caucasian men had never been her thing, though her exposure to them in China was only through television and the movies, both mediums of which she had little time for back then.
Her job had been her life.
Dylan Kane had been the CIA asset assigned to extract her from China, and once saved, they had discovered a shared pain that drew them together.
Loneliness.
What had begun as a friendship quickly blossomed into a romance, then a love so intense, she would never return to China even if afforded the opportunity.
Her life was here now, with the man she intended to spend the rest of her days with.
She rounded a corner, spotting a van out of the corner of her eye making the same turn but not accelerating out of it. Her trouble-radar had a shot of adrenaline heightening her senses and she slowed slightly.
“I got me a case of Yellow Fever, baby! Can you help me out?”
Fang came to an abrupt halt and stepped into a coffee shop as the teenagers roared away laughing. It was something that happened to her all the time, though it was the first since she had moved from Philadelphia. The smaller town of Falls Church was far more civilized. In Philly, she had taken to wearing baggy clothing to hide her body, and it was something that pissed her off. Why should she have to hide how she looked because some men couldn’t control themselves?
And unlike back home, I can’t beat the living shit out of them.
She smiled slightly. She could, but…
“Men are pigs.”
She turned to see a woman sipping her coffee. “Excuse me?”
“What just happened. They’re pigs.”
“Not all of them.”
“You found yourself a good one?”
She smiled as she pushed open the door to leave. “The best.”
“Then you hold on to him, honey, they’re few and far between!”
Fang resumed her jog, putting a little speed on, returning to the sanctuary of her apartment she shared with Kane. She spotted her new home and relaxed, not realizing how tense she was from the ridiculous encounter.
Her life was always one lived on the razor’s edge. She had to always be watching out for the unusual, for anything that might be a threat. And in the entire time she had lived in America, not once had anything happened.
When will you let it go? Eventually, you have to acknowledge they’re not coming for you.
She entered her apartment building and headed for the elevator, smiling at the caretaker as he swept the lobby. “Hi Titanic, how are you today?”
The middle-aged man stopped and leaned on his broom. “I’m still on the right side of the dirt, so I guess life is good. How about you, Miss Lee?”
She laughed. “I can’t complain.”
“Cuz’ no one will listen, right?”
She stepped onto the elevator as the doors opened. “Dylan listens, though sometimes he pretends not to.”
“You have yourself a nice day, Miss Lee.”
“You too!” she replied through the closing doors. Bob “Titanic” McCormick always made her feel good. He reminded her of the handyman at her apartment back in Beijing where she had grown up. Friendly, helpful, and always repeating the same jokes.
It made her feel warm inside.
She inserted the key to her apartment into the lock and turned it, opening the door.
And immediately a taser was shoved into her stomach. The electricity flowed, but the protective undergarment she wore just for such an occasion—provided by her apparently justified paranoid boyfriend—absorbed and spread the electricity over a greater area, reducing though not eliminating its effect.
She snapped out a kick, her foot catching her attacker in the jewels as two more emerged from behind the door.
Then another three.
All Chinese.
They finally came for you.
That meant this was to the death.
She shifted to the right, toward the smallest of her assailants as the first writhed on the ground in agony. She redirected his blow then swept his feet, grabbing his arm on his way down then planting her foot at his armpit, twisting the arm out of its socket. A hand grabbed her from behind and she dropped, using her body weight to break the still unestablished hold, then jerked her elbow up and into his scrotum, the remaining three backing away as they finally drew their weapons.
They meant to take her alive.
That much was obvious, though it still meant death at the other end of this journey. She would be interrogated and tortured for weeks if not months or years, then finally put to death for treason.
She’d rather die here, now, and get it over with.
She grabbed one
of her victims around the neck, putting him in a chokehold as she backed toward the door. “Come any closer, he dies.”
Her warning was delivered in Chinese—there was no use wasting time with pretenses.
All three advanced.
She snapped her man’s neck and shoved him toward the men as she kicked her first assailant in the head, then dropped her foot down hard on his neck, snapping it.
She faced four, unarmed, and now that they were aware of her capabilities, she didn’t expect the rest to go down so easily.
This was about to be over, even if their orders were to take her alive.
No more would be willing to die for the sake of following orders.
They advanced, splitting apart as she backed toward the now closed door, cursing the pneumatic closer. She could yell for help, but that might get one of her innocent neighbors killed.
And Kane was on a mission somewhere in the world, too far to help her.
She took a fighting stance. “Let’s do this, bitches.”
2 |
Leroux/White Residence, Fairfax Towers Falls Church, Virginia
“That’s not like her.”
“Context, hon.”
Sherrie White glanced up from her phone at her boyfriend, Chris Leroux. “Oh, I texted Fang to see if she was ready to go to lunch, but she didn’t reply.”
“Maybe she’s in the shower. Weren’t you two supposed to go for a jog together first?”
“Yeah, but I tweaked my ankle during training yesterday. I have to take it easy for a few days before I can recertify for active duty.”
Leroux gave her a peck on the cheek. “My girlfriend, the super-agent.”
She grabbed him by the back of the neck. “Is that all you’ve got for me?”
He eyed her. “I thought you had lunch plans.”
“I do, but I can have a proper kiss, can’t I?”
He smiled and planted one on her that had her tingling from the inside out.
She sighed. “You’re getting damned good at that.”