jack reacher #17.5
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Summoned by Military Intelligence to Washington, D.C., Reacher is sent
undercover. The assignment that awaits him: The army is meeting with its
Capitol Hill paymasters for classified talks on a new, state-of-the-art
sniper rifle for U.S. forces. But vital details about the weapon are
leaking—straight from the Capitol and probably into the hands of
unidentified foreign arms dealers. The prospect of any and every
terrorist, mercenary, or dictator’s militia getting their hands on the
latest superior firepower is unthinkable. That’s where Reacher comes in.
His task: infiltrate the top-secret proceedings and smoke out the mole.
His target: a quartet of high-powered Army political liaison
officers—all of them fast-track women on their way to the top.
According to his bosses, it’s a zero-danger mission. No need to draw a
gun . . . just chat over drinks. But Reacher knows that things are
rarely what they seem. And he’s learned the hard way never to
underestimate an opponent. Or four. Lessons that will come in handy when
he starts digging for the truth—and gets his hands a lot dirtier than
I don't even know what this was. I mean, I know it was a short story, but I don't know why it had to be done. It was too quick to give you time to get involved in any part of the story and by the time you caught onto what was happening it was over. At least with Child's other short, Second Son we got to see Reacher as a kid and see where his badassery came from. Here it was just nothing.