Edge of the Storm

By Lisette Kristensen

A terrorist threat comes to Rome ... the Mossad is on the hunt to thwart the attack, only to discover Halo is the bomb.

Halo moves to Rome to mentor a new agent. On a routine informant contact, Halo is ambushed and taken prisoner. The search for her lands in the lap of her rookie agent, Blackbird. With a small team, Blackbird goes on the hunt to find her partner. She soon discovers the terrorist threat wants to destroy one of the Vatican's most cherished treasures.

What makes the search horrific is the bomb will not only be devastating, but Halo is the fuse.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisette Kristensen
• Release date: Nov 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463004456

Lisette Kristensen

Lisette, discovered her passion for spy thrillers as a young girl. Regardless, if it was movies, tv or books her passion for the dark, evil world of espionage was ignited. Her Silent Secret Series brings current events across the world to live through the eyes of badass female operatives. Either they belong to commonly known agencies, or private security firms, her heroines know no boundaries to get the mission accomplished. Her thrillers a full of bullets flying, bodies dropping and hearts breaking. If you enjoy, Russell Blake's, JET series, you will meeting Blackbird.

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November 2018

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Herzliya, Israel

Mossad Training Facility

It had been three months, but it felt like three years. Mika warned her the training would be brutal, that was an understatement. She wasn't a natural athlete. Her life had been, well…taken care of, until her idiot husband broke ranks and snitched on her family.

From then on, Sloane's life had become something she had watched in movies. Sitting on her bunk, the dorm was empty. Most had flunked out, and the few women that did remain were either puking somewhere or crying to go home. She wasn't being snarky, she spent many a night with her face in a bucket and crying at the pain which shredded every fiber inside her.

Her dark eyes skimmed over her body. It had changed dramatically from the assault Noam put her through. She never believed she could do four hundred pushups, learn Krav Maga, and other ways to destroy a person with her feet and hands. Sloane could see how lean she had become. The suburban fat was gone. Only muscle twitched under her dark complexion.

The sun of Israel was intense compared to anything she had lived through. She liked it. It was hot and dry, it seemed to have cleared her allergies and boosted her energy levels. What did surprise her was how close they were to Tel Aviv. When she and Mika landed, she expected the training base to be out in the middle of nowhere. Not that it mattered, she hadn't been let out to do anything. But still, being so close to a metropolitan center surprised her.

She lifted and swung her legs over her bunk. Soon she would get her first set of orders, and that excited her. Mika had said Branch B…Italy. That would be surreal. Her parents were in Italy. Every part of her said, they had returned to the homeland. She wanted desperately to see them. To talk to her father again, and make sure they were all right.

Sloane couldn't look for them. It would bring danger to them, and she didn't want that. To protect her and her family, they gave her a new name. It was her mothers name, Francesca, and she was proud to wear it. But for her she was Sloane, and that was that. However, regardless of names they gave her, that woman had been disintegrated after her training test with the Yamas.

Her inner reflection was broken when Avigail wandered in. Sloane curled her lips into a smile. She liked Avigail. Hey there, feeling better?

She had been in the bathroom sick. Sloane admired her, she was tough and wouldn't back down. She wasn't unusual in her physical features, but she hit like a hammer, and was deadly with a rifle. She was one of Adam's favorites out at the range. That was hard to do, he was such an ass to everyone.

Adam. He was arrogant, but for some reason he turned Sloane on. When she got on the range, her tummy flipped over and fluttered like a school girl. A warm fuzziness filtered through her, and it took all her focus when he stood near her. There was no question, she'd sleep with him in a blink. Sloane pushed the silliness away and turned her attention back on Avigail.

Rumor was she was headed for one the assassination teams, somewhere out in the Middle East. One thing she learned, don't ask too many questions, they won't tell you anyway.

Avigail shrugged. Who knows, but I'll be glad to get out of this dump.

Sloane remembered her telling her she was from a coastal town. She had been a beach bum until her tour in the IDF. That is where the Mossad spotted her, and here she was, a survivor like herself.

Other than that, nothing about their past was shared. The Mossad frowned on fraternization of any kind. The instructors repeated endlessly, the less we knew about anything, the less chance we expose our katsa's and the missions.

It made sense to her, and she was not inclined to tell anyone she came from a mob family. Most trainees had their suspicions about her. She wasn't Israeli, didn't come off looking military, and was limited in many skills they took for granted.

She had overheard some of the girls talking about her.