Some people measure life in hours. Days. Weeks. I measure mine in kills. A covert military mission gone wrong robbed me of my memory and any link to my past. This is my existence now. I execute and survive. Nothing more, nothing less. I was ready to write Isabel Foster’s name in my ledger of unfortunate souls until she uttered the one word that could stop the bullet meant for her. My name.
This story appears to be a great read with a lot going on and a lot of catching up with Red's memory being gone he can't recall the past and this is very dangerous. I will need to read this one to see what ends up bing the outcome. It appears it will be a very suspenseful read!
This story appears to be a great read with a lot going on and a lot of catching up with Red's memory being gone he can't recall the past and this is very dangerous. I will need to read this one to see what ends up bing the outcome. It appears it will be a very suspenseful read!