Jack Mars > Quotes

“That got some attention. Eyes looked forward, blinking through the slush of sleep deprivation and trying to determine if he had really said “pirates” or not. “Of the Caribbean?” joked a sophomore in the front row. “Of the Mediterranean, actually,” Lawson”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“Why are we talking about pirates?” “Because pirates are cool?” said Lowell, who had since put away his phone.”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“Wait… wait!” he shouted. “Just tell me what you want to know!” The brute seized Reid’s head in his large hands and gripped it tightly, forcing him still. The interrogator chose a tool—a thin-bladed scalpel. “Please don’t… please don’t…” Reid’s breath came in short gasps. He was nearly hyperventilating. “Shh,” said the interrogator calmly. “You will want to remain still. I would not want to cut off your ear. At least, not by accident.” Reid screamed as the blade sliced into the skin behind his ear, but the brute held him still. Every muscle in his limbs went taut. A strange sound reached his ears—a soft melody. The interrogator was singing a tune in Arabic as he cut into Reid’s head. He dropped the bloody scalpel into the tray as Reid hissed shallow breaths through his teeth. Then the interrogator reached for a pair of needle-nose pliers. “I’m afraid that was just the beginning,” he whispered in Reid’s ear. “This next part will actually hurt.” The pliers gripped something in Reid’s head—was it his bone?—and the interrogator tugged. Reid screamed in agony as white-hot pain shot through his brain, pulsing out into nerve endings. His arms trembled. His feet slapped against the floor. The pain crescendoed until Reid thought he couldn’t possibly take any more. Blood pounded in his ears, and his own screams sounded as if they were far away. Then the procedure lamp dimmed, and the edges of his vision darkened as he slipped into unconsciousness.”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“He slammed the van door closed behind him and took a deep breath. The last thing he saw was the blue sky and bright sunlight of a warm June day.”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“you have taken Professor Truitt’s class on ancient empires?” About a third of the class raised their hands. “Good. Then you know that the”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“time, from the coast of Portugal, through the Strait of Gibraltar, and much of the Mediterranean. What do you think they were after? Anyone? I know”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“or hangovers or some combination thereof. They wore sweatpants and yesterday’s T-shirts and clutched Styrofoam cups of soy mocha lattes or artisanal blonde roasts or whatever it was the kids were drinking these days. Professor Reid Lawson’s job was to teach, but he also recognized the need for a morning boost—a mental stimulant to supplement the caffeine. Lawson gave them a moment to find their seats and get comfortable while he took off his tweed sport coat and draped it over his chair. “Good morning,” he said loudly. The announcement jarred several students, who looked up suddenly as if they hadn’t realized they’d wandered into a classroom. “Today, we’re going to talk about pirates.” That got some attention. Eyes looked forward, blinking through the slush of sleep deprivation and”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“screamed all around him. Luke tossed his empty rifle away and pulled his handgun. He fired down the trench on his own position—it was overrun with enemies. A line of them were running this way. More came sliding, falling, jumping over the wall. Where were his guys? Was anyone still alive? He killed the closest man with a shot to the face. The head exploded like a cherry tomato. He grabbed the man by his tunic and held him up as a shield. The headless man was light, and Luke was raging with adrenaline—it was if the corpse”
― Jack Mars, Oppose Any Foe

“balding man in his late 50s. He had a large round gut and pudgy little fingers. Luke knew his story. He was a desk jockey, a man who had come up through the government bureaucracy. On September 11, he was at Treasury running a team analyzing tax evasion and Ponzi schemes. He slid over to counter-terrorism when Homeland Security was created. He had”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“closed”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“His sleep was poisoned by knowing too much.”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“¿Los pensamientos de Kent? — eran correctos; había dos hombres trabajando en una presa hidráulica. Uno en un taladro neumático.”
― Jack Mars, Agente Cero

“A N Y  M E A N S  N E C E S S A R Y     (A”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“En el sótano, en París, preguntaron por todos estos lugares”, explicó Reid. “Algo de eso me vino a la mente. Pero como dije, todo estaba desarticulado y confuso”. Pero ahora estaba empezando a juntarse.”
― Jack Mars, Agente Cero

“Danish”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“those Catholic miracles”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“The man’s eyes went wide in shock. He made a gasping sound, then fell to the floor with a thud. His mouth was agape in a silent shriek. His hands were at his groin. His pants were staining with blood. She had hurt him. She had hurt him very”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“water and gathering speed. It slid right toward the windows, moving impossibly fast.  CRASH! The cart slammed sideways into the window, shattering it—and a torrent of water followed. It poured into the cafeteria through the smashed window. The golf cart came through the window, then slid across the room. A man tried to stop it, fell down in three feet of water, and didn’t come back up again. Everywhere, people were falling down into the rising water, unable to stand up again.”
― Jack Mars, Situation Room

“The Wall glanced at Tyler. Tyler”
― Jack Mars, Double Agent

“head.”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target

“I was a Delta Force operator on the ground in Afghanistan, Iraq, Yemen, and the Democratic Republic of the Congo, among other places. No one even knows we were in the Congo, you understand?” Brenna nodded. “I do. But that doesn’t mean I care, or that I even believe you.”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“To Walt Brenna, a White on White attack was one where the government attacked itself. The Kennedy assassinations were examples of this. So was the attempted assassination of Ronald Reagan in 1981. Walt”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“Eldrick didn’t know. He had passed out for a while. He was awake again, but everything seemed like a vague dream.”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“Before he died, Wayne asked me to be your daughter’s godfather,” Luke said. “I agreed, and I’m here to honor that commitment. Your daughter will be born soon, and I want to help you through this situation in any way I can.” There was a long, silent pause between them. It stretched longer and longer. Finally, Katie shook her head, just a tiny amount. She spoke softly. “I could never have a man like you be my daughter’s godfather. Wayne is dead because of men like you. My girl will never have a father because of men like you. Do you understand? I’m here because I still have the healthcare, and so my baby will be born here. But after that? I’m going to run as far away from the Army, and from people like you, as I can. Wayne was stupid to be involved in this, and I was stupid to go along with it. You don’t have to worry, Sergeant Stone. You have no responsibility to me. You’re not my baby’s godfather.” Luke couldn’t think of a single thing to say. He looked in his cup and saw that he had already finished his tea. He put the teacup down on the table. She picked it up and moved her bulk to the door of the tiny house. She opened the door and held it open. “Good day, Sergeant Stone.”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target

“ethereal.”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary

“he couldn’t believe it could get so cold in the desert.”
― Jack Mars, Agent Zero

“Destiny is comprised of the events that one is supposed to fulfill. It is something we can control, something we can dictate. Fate, on the other hand, is beyond us. It is determined by another power, one we cannot fully comprehend.”
― Jack Mars, Hunting Zero

“Different paths, different choices, but each with their own purpose.”
― Jack Mars, Extreme Justice

“small intelligence agency”
― Jack Mars, Primary Target

“Everyone was represented here, everyone jockeying for position. It was alphabet soup. NYPD, FBI, NSA, ATF, DEP, even CIA. Hell, the DEA was here.”
― Jack Mars, Any Means Necessary