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One sixty-five—a hard but comfortable pace that he could hold for around three hours before blowing up. Stumbles, followed by awkward saves, were increasingly frequent as his thigh muscles began to give up.

But no falls. Not yet. They broke out of the trees and Rapp pushed the pace a little harder as the summit came into sight. Coleman tripped and went down on one hand, but managed to get back to his feet without losing momentum. He was running purely on determination and pride now, but that was okay. He had serious reserves of both. Coleman was starting to wheeze, a sick whistle from deep in his chest.

Something caught in his throat and he started to choke, causing Rapp to hesitate for a moment. Then he started to sprint. If his old friend was going to drop dead, better now than in Afghanistan or Syria when people were counting on him.

Rapp slowed to a walk when he reached the top of the mountain, squinting as he scanned the rolling carpet of green below. He could see the gleaming dot that was his house to the east, surrounded by a few homes erected on similar widely spaced lots. Whether its owner would survive the last hundred yards of this run to take occupancy, though, was an open question. Coleman crested the hill, lurching toward Rapp and finally collapsing to the rocky ground. After about a minute, he regained enough control of his breathing to get out a single word.

Pick it up a little bit and you might qualify for the senior Olympics. Not too bad for an old sailor the doctors said would need a cane for the rest of his life. Coleman managed to lift one hand off the ground and raise his middle finger. No point in discouraging him.

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Time and again, Flynn has captured the secretive world of the fearless men and women, who, bound by duty, risk their lives in a covert war they must hide from even their own political leaders. Nash has served his government honorably for sixteen years -- first as an officer in the Marine Corps and then as an operative in an elite counterterrorism team run by none other than Mitch Rapp.

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