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Armored
A novel inspired by #1 New York Times best-selling author Mark Greaney's Audible Original drama, Armored.
Joshua Duffy is a Close Protection Agent-a professional bodyguard-and he's one of the world's elite operatives. That is, he was until his last mission in Lebanon. Against all odds, Josh got his primary out alive, but the cost was high. Josh lost his lower left leg.
There's not much call for an elite bodyguard with such an injury. So, Josh has to support his family working as a mall cop in New Jersey. For a man like Josh, this is purgatory on earth, but miracles can occur even in Paramus.
A lucky run-in with an old comrade promises to get Josh back in the field for one last job. The UN is sending a peace mission into the Sierra Madre mountains in Mexico, an area so dangerous it's known as Espinazo del Diablo-the Devil's Spine. Only a fool would think they could broker peace between the homicidal drug cartels in the region, and only a madman would sign on to keep those fools alive.
Joshua Duffy is a Close Protection Agent-a professional bodyguard-and he's one of the world's elite operatives. That is, he was until his last mission in Lebanon. Against all odds, Josh got his primary out alive, but the cost was high. Josh lost his lower left leg.
There's not much call for an elite bodyguard with such an injury. So, Josh has to support his family working as a mall cop in New Jersey. For a man like Josh, this is purgatory on earth, but miracles can occur even in Paramus.
A lucky run-in with an old comrade promises to get Josh back in the field for one last job. The UN is sending a peace mission into the Sierra Madre mountains in Mexico, an area so dangerous it's known as Espinazo del Diablo-the Devil's Spine. Only a fool would think they could broker peace between the homicidal drug cartels in the region, and only a madman would sign on to keep those fools alive.
Editorial Reviews
"Great fun for the reader....there's never a dull page."-Kirkus Reviews
"[An] enjoyable thriller from bestseller Mark Greaney....Explosive action sequences follow as Duffy and company seek to retreat to flat land and safety, and Duffy proves to be more than just a hardened military tactician. Readers will hope he'll be back for an encore."-Publishers Weekly
"All hell breaks loose and continues at a murderous pace...Mark Greaney is a master at this type of action thriller."-Deadly Pleasures Mystery Magazine
"[An] enjoyable thriller from bestseller Mark Greaney....Explosive action sequences follow as Duffy and company seek to retreat to flat land and safety, and Duffy proves to be more than just a hardened military tactician. Readers will hope he'll be back for an encore."-Publishers Weekly
"All hell breaks loose and continues at a murderous pace...Mark Greaney is a master at this type of action thriller."-Deadly Pleasures Mystery Magazine
Readers Top Reviews
BrettRSSDaveGrand
A lot of crazy twists and insane hero moments make this a worthwhile read. I have been a Mark Greaney fan for a while. I think he has another winner on his hands with Josh Duffy. Enjoy!
MAShopperLawrence
I really wanted to like this book. Because the author writes the Gray Man series which is fantastic. In that series no detail is overlooked. But this story has some glaringly unrealistic issues. SPOILER ALERT Don't read further if you dont want to know the issues with this story that bug me. The main character of the book is an amputee. Nothing wrong with that inherently, but this guy is going to go into the forests of Mexico, pretend that he's not missing a leg and wears a prosthetic leg. In the beginning of the book, he wakes up and cant find his prosthetic leg, doesnt take good care of it, and his wife had to take it and clean it because it smelled so bad. He assures his wife before leaving nobody will notice that. Which she's former a former Army officer, she doesn't realize he's not going to be able to conceal that in a combat situation in the jungles? This guy, who doesnt even keep his prosthetic clean when at home, and it smells so bad his family notices it, is somehow going to conceal it in the jungles of Mexico? In the first few chapters he goes to a barracks style place to train before the mission, it states he showers, and sleeps around other men, and nobody noticed this guy is missing a leg? Barracks showers and sleeping quarters are wide open, with no privacy. Did he sleep in pajamas and socks? Did he ask everyone else to leave the barracks shower while he showered?? How does he conceal his missing leg and prosthetic? Amputees dont sleep with their prosthetic on, so how does he manage to hide this?? So many questions that there are no answers for. The story does not address what so ever how he manages to conceal his missing leg and prosthetic from the rest of his team, worse yet, he's the team leader, so all eyes are on him. Having worked around amputees before, I've never seen anyone that you can't see where the leg ends and the prosthetic begins through their pants. Never seen anyone that doesn't at the very least have a slight limp. I haven't ever seen anyone who can run with a prosthetic unless its a specially designed "blade" type prosthetic. Which looks nothing like a real foot and you don't wear shoes with it, never mind combat boots! So how is he able to run around like the rest of the crew on uneven terrain in the jungles of Mexico without anyone noticing he's got a prosthetic leg? There are so many glaring errors in this story, it made me wonder did Mark Greaney even write this? Marks Gray Man series books are so well detailed, nothing is left out and its all pretty accurate as he does all kinds of research. But this book it just feels like he dropped the ball. Does not address HOW this main character manages to conceal his missing leg and prosthetic leg from the rest of the team in the jungles of Mexico. Not to mention he's an extreme liability to the rest of the team by covering up he's miss...
Mike DuffyMAShopp
Very good read with an interesting subject. You will find yourself supporting the cast of characters throughout the twisting turning story. I think Mark Greaney has another lead character for us to follow!!
Matthew PennMike
Excellent story about a new character from Mark Greaney. I tend to get stuck on the same characters like Court Gentry and Scot Harvath and not really enjoy any new ones but I really enjoyed the story. Nice job Mark!
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter 1
A hazy sun descended over the azure waters of the Mediterranean and shone orange across the coastline of western Beirut, the early evening glow glinting off the high-end sunglasses worn by most of the fifteen American high-threat security operators spread around the outskirts of the crowd.
The entire protection detail, minus the team's three drivers, stood in a horseshoe-shaped formation around a parking lot next to a marina and across a wide boulevard from a row of high-rise waterfront apartments. Their protectee stood at a lectern on a stage before an undulating crowd of some five hundred souls who surged and receded, both energized by and contemplative of the words of the speaker, and the shifting movements of the gathering looked like the gentle waters of the Med lapping in the slips of the marina next to them.
On the western side of the horseshoe, a pair of security officers stood just feet apart on a low wall that separated the parking lot from the docks. The men were outfitted similarly to each other, and much the same as the rest of the team: long-sleeved moisture-wicking shirts, body armor, ball caps, jeans. Athletic boots and G-Shock watches, Oakley shades and Peltor headsets.
And rifles across chests festooned with body armor, pouches for ammo, pouches for medical supplies, pouches for radios, and pouches for a myriad of backup weapons and other gear, both lethal and less-than-lethal.
It was the job of these men to meet violence with superior violence, and they stood at the ready.
The pair on the low wall were distinct from each other, however, in that one of them was well into his forties, whereas the other was still in his twenties. Their sector responsibilities included watching both the gathering itself and the boats docked in the slips of the marina behind them, and while doing this, they could also feel the energy from a small group of men standing on the outskirts of the event in the parking lot of a sketchy waterfront hotel adjacent to the rally.
This was a campaign speech, so it was no surprise protesters were there to oppose the candidate, but the malevolence from this group of fifteen or twenty men was palpable.
The people in view were the main burden to the protection detail's work, but beyond the throngs there were dark apartment windows, shadowy alleyways, and a busy thoroughfare, as well as the marina full of boats and an ocean beyond.
Danger could come from any vector; the Americans knew this well.
The older security officer didn't transmit over his radio; instead he just whispered to the man next to him, "Ain't this a shit show?"
"These things are always a shit show, boss."
"We need another dozen Joes to secure this scene. Panther acts like he's fuckin' bulletproof."
The younger man glanced to the protectee, passionately speaking Arabic into the microphone. Then he looked back to the dark-eyed men on the periphery. "Hope none of those jokers over there try to prove him wrong."
The older security officer chuckled at this as his eyes worked the scene. He, like his teammates, expected an attack at any moment, because it had happened before.
The Americans had arrived in Lebanon three weeks earlier to replace what was left of another executive protection detail. The first team were locals, trained well enough to deal with some threats, but they'd been nowhere close to proficient when facing a well-trained unit of combatants, which was exactly what they'd come up against in the city of Sidon. Four of the candidate's bodyguards had been killed and another five were injured, but the candidate and his wife, who always traveled with him, had miraculously survived the attack unscathed.
The candidate then made the politically questionable decision to outsource his campaign's protection to an American firm, and since then, no one had tried anything.
Yet, anyway.
The bustle of the major metropolitan city seemed to grow in the lulls of the speech pounding from the speakers set up in the crowded lot, and all the bodyguards were c...
A hazy sun descended over the azure waters of the Mediterranean and shone orange across the coastline of western Beirut, the early evening glow glinting off the high-end sunglasses worn by most of the fifteen American high-threat security operators spread around the outskirts of the crowd.
The entire protection detail, minus the team's three drivers, stood in a horseshoe-shaped formation around a parking lot next to a marina and across a wide boulevard from a row of high-rise waterfront apartments. Their protectee stood at a lectern on a stage before an undulating crowd of some five hundred souls who surged and receded, both energized by and contemplative of the words of the speaker, and the shifting movements of the gathering looked like the gentle waters of the Med lapping in the slips of the marina next to them.
On the western side of the horseshoe, a pair of security officers stood just feet apart on a low wall that separated the parking lot from the docks. The men were outfitted similarly to each other, and much the same as the rest of the team: long-sleeved moisture-wicking shirts, body armor, ball caps, jeans. Athletic boots and G-Shock watches, Oakley shades and Peltor headsets.
And rifles across chests festooned with body armor, pouches for ammo, pouches for medical supplies, pouches for radios, and pouches for a myriad of backup weapons and other gear, both lethal and less-than-lethal.
It was the job of these men to meet violence with superior violence, and they stood at the ready.
The pair on the low wall were distinct from each other, however, in that one of them was well into his forties, whereas the other was still in his twenties. Their sector responsibilities included watching both the gathering itself and the boats docked in the slips of the marina behind them, and while doing this, they could also feel the energy from a small group of men standing on the outskirts of the event in the parking lot of a sketchy waterfront hotel adjacent to the rally.
This was a campaign speech, so it was no surprise protesters were there to oppose the candidate, but the malevolence from this group of fifteen or twenty men was palpable.
The people in view were the main burden to the protection detail's work, but beyond the throngs there were dark apartment windows, shadowy alleyways, and a busy thoroughfare, as well as the marina full of boats and an ocean beyond.
Danger could come from any vector; the Americans knew this well.
The older security officer didn't transmit over his radio; instead he just whispered to the man next to him, "Ain't this a shit show?"
"These things are always a shit show, boss."
"We need another dozen Joes to secure this scene. Panther acts like he's fuckin' bulletproof."
The younger man glanced to the protectee, passionately speaking Arabic into the microphone. Then he looked back to the dark-eyed men on the periphery. "Hope none of those jokers over there try to prove him wrong."
The older security officer chuckled at this as his eyes worked the scene. He, like his teammates, expected an attack at any moment, because it had happened before.
The Americans had arrived in Lebanon three weeks earlier to replace what was left of another executive protection detail. The first team were locals, trained well enough to deal with some threats, but they'd been nowhere close to proficient when facing a well-trained unit of combatants, which was exactly what they'd come up against in the city of Sidon. Four of the candidate's bodyguards had been killed and another five were injured, but the candidate and his wife, who always traveled with him, had miraculously survived the attack unscathed.
The candidate then made the politically questionable decision to outsource his campaign's protection to an American firm, and since then, no one had tried anything.
Yet, anyway.
The bustle of the major metropolitan city seemed to grow in the lulls of the speech pounding from the speakers set up in the crowded lot, and all the bodyguards were c...
