Mallory Rowe First Kill

By Ron Lewis

Haunted by a tragic past and driven by an unwavering sense of justice, Mallory Rowe harbors a thirst for retribution against anyone who brings pain to innocents. When a clandestine agency recruits her to strike down a notorious terrorist, she eagerly accepts the assignment. Rowe is hopeful this is one step in her journey to redemption.

Mallory Rowe embarks on a top-secret mission that will redefine her life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Lewis
• Release date: Feb 7, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224080700

Ron Lewis

Ron Lewis has had a life long interest and love of both history and westerns. Blending fact and fiction together, mixing real characters and those created from whole cloth, his stories are his views of the old west of the 19th century.Mr. Lewis’s roots in Oklahoma reach back to the 19th century when is his great-grandfather John moved though the Indian territories, and eventually Oklahoma territory yearly. He operated a traveling musical group who sold a panacea concoction most often called “Snake Oil.”Eventually his grandfather, John Henry, settled in the Winding Stair Mountains of eastern Oklahoma, very near to Robbers Cave. John Henry worked for a mining company as an elevator operator. His grandfather was well known and all who knew him knew his credo in life. “I don’t want to be higher than picking corn or lower than digging potatoes.”Hearing stories from his father, uncles and grandfather about life in the late 19th and early 20th centuries kindled a love for those bygone days. Many of these stories are the basis for his writing.

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Mallory Rowe First Kill

Ron Lewis

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This story is purely a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, whether living or deceased, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Mallory Rowe First Kill

Several Years Ago

Knots tied in his stomach. A gut-wrenching seasickness. Reminding Deputy Director Hanover how much he hated being on a ship. A strange thing for an admiral. However, Admiral James William Hanover was the former head of Naval Intelligence. While he was a Navy man, through and through, James seldom set foot on sea vessels his entire 30-year career.

Watching in amusement at his old friend’s discomfort, Captain John Samuels didn’t quite laugh. Their friendship went back to their days at the United States Naval Academy.

Hanover, who finished 10th in their class, was not far ahead of his friend, who was 14th. The great expectations they had for each other, coupled with the competitiveness of their relationship, kept the friends in touch.

Never serving together. Neither learned to fly nor underwent SEAL training, but advanced in the Navy. A seadog from the start, Samuels made his way through the command structure, becoming a captain in less than 14 years.

Hanover went straight to intelligence work. Starting as an analyst and working his way up the ladder. Promoted to admiral before his 40th birthday, Hannover worked hard for his rank and for his country.

Crossing paths often, a friendship began at the academy and continued thereafter. Shared respect and admiration between the two men was immense. Hanover held greater value in his friend’s opinions than anyone else.

Part of the reason he was here was for the man’s opinion.

If that judgment matched what Hanover desired, he had a mission for one of Captain Samuels’s pilots.

Espionage was not a game. But you play or work it like one.

Agents who handled themselves well were a key factor. As a matter of fact, it was essential. Recruiting those operatives required much information about the person you were after, which did not tell you everything.

One of Hanover’s favorite evaluation tools was dumping would-be field workers into an operation to see how they handle things. Successful candidates would have a job offer waiting for them. However, there is always an inherent danger that they’d die if unsuccessful.

Hazard for an untrained agent was what he hated about this technique. Still, all contenders for this agency had some kind of training. Few had one hour of experience, and mistakes would happen. Surviving to learn from those errors was the goal.

Thinking of why he had come here, DD Hanover wanted just