Extremely disappointing. I picked up this book after being intrigued by the storyline. But it missed the mark on every level.
First, the redundant comments about how Noah Wolf cannot feel emotion became so tiresome to the point of frustration. Yet Wolf frequently grins, smiles, and even laughs. Sometimes Archer (the author) seems to catch the “error” and slides in an explanation that Wolf was pretending or faking. Other times Archer just leaves the show of emotion hanging, as though developing the character consistently was beyond his abilities to maintain due to inattention.
Speaking of character development, all the characters are shallow, straight from “central casting.”: the hot-headed ex- (almost) SEAL; the skinny, smarmy computer nerd w/ a lewd sense of humor; the sullen female gear-head w/ serious daddy issues, who can’t stand a person one minute, and then jumps in bed w/ him the next; and the female head of agency who is above any abuse of her unrestricted power, always making the right decision like some modern day oracle. The main character falls victim to the same “super-hero” persona that afflicts so many characters in this genre: he never misses, never makes a bad decision, is the best at anything he undertakes (even on a parkour course that he’s never run before, scorching all competition by more than 20 minutes — despite having never done parkour at all before, while his fellow students have been doing the course multiple times). This annoying superiority makes it virtually impossible for readers to relate to the character. Jack Reacher and Mitch Rapp suffer from this same unrealistic ability to excel at everything they attempt. (I’ve never understood the appeal of those series either.) But Archer’s Wolf is even less believable.
Archer seems to have a fixation w/ the ‘80’s and ‘90’s: the characters’ vehicles are the envy of that time: Corvette, Mustang, Hummer. The frequent comparisons of Wolf to Spock and to Mr. Data. I felt like I was in a time-warp.
The dialogue and “banter” was juvenile at best. The interaction of Wolf w/ the detractors on his team was resolved in a way that would make sense to a 13-year-old, but not to anyone w/ any life experience.
Then the more disturbing elements of the story: Wolf becomes sexually involved w/ a prostitute — an underaged prostitute, we later learn — in order to save her from her predatory pimp. (And of course his colleagues listen in w/ rapt amazement at his obvious prowess in bed. Gimme a break!) Regardless of the motivation, I found it repulsive and almost stopped reading. The reveal comes almost at the end, so I finished the book, skipping over this portion. Even so, I’m not at all sure it was the right decision. I was disgusted that Archer depicted this incident in this way. As lame as the premise was, he could have at least made her above the age of legal consent.
Finally, the way Wolf’s undercover assignment develops, progresses, and culminates is utterly naive. Having worked undercover myself, as well as being on cover teams for undercover operators, I can say w/ utmost certainty that Wolf’s strategy and behavior would have gotten him killed w/i the first 24 hours of his arriving in Mexico. By trundling along in this fantasyland narrative, w/ the hero negotiating multi-kilo deals and the acquisition of a terrorist weapon, all within a couple weeks’ of meeting the target unannounced, unsolicited, and w/o introduction, the plot clearly shows just how uninformed Archer is and how poorly researched this book was.
In summary, the characters are one-dimensional. The dialogue is juvenile. There is a complete lack of morality among the characters (reflecting poorly on the author). And the plot is preposterous.
With the plethora of books over-populating this genre of gov’t assassins, this book falls way toward the bottom of the stack. I won’t be trying any more books in this series to see if later stories improve. There are other authors who do a much better job.