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Total Power (19) (A Mitch Rapp Novel)
“Mills’s suspenseful, strikingly original sixth Mitch Rapp novel…is as riveting as anything penned by Mitch’s creator, Vince Flynn (1966–2013). Mills has really hit his stride with this franchise entry.” —Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“One of the best thriller writers on the planet.” —The Real Book Spy
In the next thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling Mitch Rapp series, it’s a race against the clock when ISIS takes out the entire US power grid and throws the country into chaos.
When Mitch Rapp captures ISIS’s top technology expert, he reveals that he was on his way to meet a man who claims to have the ability to bring down America’s power grid. Rapp is determined to eliminate this shadowy figure, but the CIA’s trap fails.
The Agency is still trying to determine what went wrong when ISIS operatives help this cyber terrorist do what he said he could—plunge the country into darkness. With no concept of how this unprecedented act was accomplished, the task of getting the power back on could take months. Perhaps even years.
Rapp and his team embark on a desperate search for the only people who know how to repair the damage—the ones responsible. But his operating environment is like nothing he’s experienced before. Computers and communication networks are down, fuel can no longer be pumped from gas stations, water and sanitation systems are on the brink of collapse, and the supply of food is running out.
Can Rapp get the lights back on before America descends irretrievably into chaos?
This compulsive thriller proves once again that the Mitch Rapp series is “the best of the best when it comes to the world of special ops” (Booklist, starred review).
“One of the best thriller writers on the planet.” —The Real Book Spy
In the next thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling Mitch Rapp series, it’s a race against the clock when ISIS takes out the entire US power grid and throws the country into chaos.
When Mitch Rapp captures ISIS’s top technology expert, he reveals that he was on his way to meet a man who claims to have the ability to bring down America’s power grid. Rapp is determined to eliminate this shadowy figure, but the CIA’s trap fails.
The Agency is still trying to determine what went wrong when ISIS operatives help this cyber terrorist do what he said he could—plunge the country into darkness. With no concept of how this unprecedented act was accomplished, the task of getting the power back on could take months. Perhaps even years.
Rapp and his team embark on a desperate search for the only people who know how to repair the damage—the ones responsible. But his operating environment is like nothing he’s experienced before. Computers and communication networks are down, fuel can no longer be pumped from gas stations, water and sanitation systems are on the brink of collapse, and the supply of food is running out.
Can Rapp get the lights back on before America descends irretrievably into chaos?
This compulsive thriller proves once again that the Mitch Rapp series is “the best of the best when it comes to the world of special ops” (Booklist, starred review).
Editorial Reviews
"One of the best thriller writers on the planet...Daring, original, and unlike anything fans of this franchise have seen before, it's hard to imagine anyone else delivering a better thriller than TOTAL POWER, the best series entry since CONSENT TO KILL (2005), and a serious contender for best book of the year." ― The Real Book Spy
"Kyle Mills has fashioned a pandemic-proof thriller. A tour de force." ― Providence Journal
"Kyle Mills has fashioned a pandemic-proof thriller. A tour de force." ― Providence Journal
Readers Top Reviews
El Ingles
I have now read all 19/20 of the Mitch Rapp series (including the one where he doesn't appear). I liked these books and the pace of delivery. I particularly liked the timeline where presidents come and go and people get older. The Mills books take Rapp's career out of the field (mainly) and into the leadership and political arenas. This was quite well done although it is unclear how many more books can hinge on the 'action man' becoming less action and more middle aged.
RRS
I absolutely love the character Mitch Rapp. What Kyle has done to him since we lost Vince has been incredible. He's made him a little more human and I don't think he realized it would happen like it did. He has Claudia and Anna besides Irene, Scott and the boys and little by little he is making him a little more relatable. He's still pretty much the scariest man on the planet but at least he's in love. And he's trying to be at home with the family more. The book goes into just how messed up the human race can be when you have a few people who bent on destroying everything about the USA and won't stop until they achieve this goal. Living in a household with all law enforcement people, my family, I already know just how messed up the would can get. This book is a perfect example of how people should take notice of what's really going on in our backyards and start doing something proactive to prevent it. Dang fine book! Can't hardly wait for the next one. I.hope I don't have to wait a year.
Jenifer Barron Yates
2020 has been the craziest year on record but 9 months into it, I didn't think anything else could surprise or shock me... but this book did! It was incredible for all the same reasons that Rapp books always are, but this one also felt like it was happening or about to happen all around me, even as I was reading it! Almost like if I kept reading, it was sure to occur! Kyle Mills has added another diamond to the #Rappiverse!
Ron E. Bowman
Total Control The author loses one star for being 11 years late to the party. One Second After is a 2009 novel by American writer William R. Forstchen featuring an EMP strike taking down the entire grid. Author Franklin Horton in 2015 wrote the exact scenario with ISIS insurgents & their sleeper cells taking down the grid with manual & cyber attacks, including blowing up oil refineries in Texas & Louisiana. Author Bobby Akart has written more ways to take down the grid than anyone. But along with many hundreds of great writers, they were considered Conspiracy Nuts, writing under the genre called “Prepper Fiction”, at kindle prices of $2.99-3.99, not MSM NYT Deep State price of $14.99. For the record, as the author contends is a made-up trap to snare the culprit (83% thru the book),Texas DOES have its own grid, independent from you rest of the country. I wish I could add a half of a star, because the author(s) didn’t turn out to be lefties, like Follett & Graham. This really was a page-turning great read. I highly recommend this book. But I still prefer Akart’s research & Horton’s character development. There’s more than one way to take the grid down. Any Bobby Akart book will lead to ‘lights out’. This is still a great read, if you can afford it. Get ready now. The next three months will likely be extremely dangerous.
gina
I’ve read every book in this series, but after reading Kyle Mills’ 2019 release I vowed it would be the last. Mills just wasn’t accurately depicting the characters that Vince Flynn had developed—and that I had come to know and enjoy. However, I gave this book a shot and I’m glad I did. It seems like he’s finally taken some notes and maybe even reread some of the original books ;-) because this book and the characters in it are much more faithful to the series that Vince created. And I am thankful.
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter 1 CHAPTER 1
MADRID
SPAIN
WHEN the plane finally began to descend, Mitch Rapp turned to the window and examined the grid of runways and buildings that made up the Madrid-Barajas airport. A delay in Cairo had put his flight three hours behind schedule, but that was the least of his problems. It had taken him almost a day longer than expected to clean up one of the Saudis' many messes in Yemen and he was now a full day and a half late arriving.
Sayid Halabi was rotting in the Somali desert thanks to Scott Coleman, but much of the elite team the ISIS leader had assembled was still on the loose. The men had significant expertise in everything from social media to spec ops to science and had scattered throughout the world. Now, though, they seemed to be re-forming under the leadership of a former Iraqi army captain. He was no Sayid Halabi, but he was tough as nails and motivated as hell.
Their targets and strategy going forward was largely unknown, but what was certain was that they weren't going to just crawl under a rock and die of old age. They were looking to inflict some pain before they finally met Allah.
Rapp coughed into his hand and checked it for blood. There hadn't been any for months, but it was a habit that was proving hard to break. He'd managed to prevent Halabi from smuggling a deadly pathogen across the Mexican border, but had contracted the disease in the process. The docs still seemed surprised that he was alive. And, in truth, so was he. He'd spent longer than he cared to remember with machines breathing for him and, at its worst, death would have been preferable. As far as he was concerned, the next time a bioterror threat raised its ugly head, the fucking FBI could handle it.
The wheels touched down, but Rapp stayed in his seat as the other passengers prepared to disembark. He turned his phone back on and scrolled through the texts, searching for anything that suggested his impending operation had run into a snag. Nothing. As of that moment, it was still a go. His plans for a shower, steak, and some shut-eye before the briefing, though, definitely weren't.
Once the plane was more or less empty, he slung a small pack over his shoulder and started up the aisle. The crew near the door gave him a quizzical look as he approached and he reflexively turned his face away, mumbling the expected thanks.
Rapp had spent most of his adult life seeking anonymity and his current state wasn't helping that quest. His dark hair hadn't completely regrown and was in the uncontrollable stage between short enough to behave and long enough for gravity to take control. Thankfully, his beard had come back more quickly, effectively obscuring his lower face and leaving only his sunburned nose visible below mirrored sunglasses.
What really made him stand out, though, was the dust. It was still clinging to every part of him from his trip across Yemen and Saudi Arabia. The loaded Range Rover he'd been promised had been on fire when he found it and there hadn't been a lot of other options. So, instead of making the trip cradled in leather and caressed by air-conditioning, he'd made half of it in the back of a dilapidated pickup and the other half by motorcycle.
The jet bridge and corridor beyond were empty, already cleared of passengers hurrying to secure a good place in the passport control line. He kept a leisurely pace, walking toward a sign pointing him left, but instead passing through a door marked NO ENTRY. The alarm that was supposed to sound didn't and he was met on the other side by an impeccably dressed Spanish woman.
"I trust your flight was a good one," she said in more than acceptable English.
"Fine, thanks."
"We have a car waiting and I fear I'll have to take you straight to your meeting. As you requested, there is food, water, and a clean change of clothes in the backseat. Also, you'll find a brief that will bring you up to date on the situation."
"It's good to see you again, Mitch."
Jordi Cardenas, the head of Spain's national intelligence agency, held out a hand and Rapp took it. "Good to see you, too. We appreciate the assist."
"It's very much our pleasure," he said, leading Rapp into a windowless conference room. The men around the table were ones Rapp had known for most of his career-Scott Coleman was at the far end and his top operators had taken the chairs closest to him. Claudia Gould, the woman Rapp lived with and who also happened to be Coleman's logistics director, was standing near a large screen hanging on...
MADRID
SPAIN
WHEN the plane finally began to descend, Mitch Rapp turned to the window and examined the grid of runways and buildings that made up the Madrid-Barajas airport. A delay in Cairo had put his flight three hours behind schedule, but that was the least of his problems. It had taken him almost a day longer than expected to clean up one of the Saudis' many messes in Yemen and he was now a full day and a half late arriving.
Sayid Halabi was rotting in the Somali desert thanks to Scott Coleman, but much of the elite team the ISIS leader had assembled was still on the loose. The men had significant expertise in everything from social media to spec ops to science and had scattered throughout the world. Now, though, they seemed to be re-forming under the leadership of a former Iraqi army captain. He was no Sayid Halabi, but he was tough as nails and motivated as hell.
Their targets and strategy going forward was largely unknown, but what was certain was that they weren't going to just crawl under a rock and die of old age. They were looking to inflict some pain before they finally met Allah.
Rapp coughed into his hand and checked it for blood. There hadn't been any for months, but it was a habit that was proving hard to break. He'd managed to prevent Halabi from smuggling a deadly pathogen across the Mexican border, but had contracted the disease in the process. The docs still seemed surprised that he was alive. And, in truth, so was he. He'd spent longer than he cared to remember with machines breathing for him and, at its worst, death would have been preferable. As far as he was concerned, the next time a bioterror threat raised its ugly head, the fucking FBI could handle it.
The wheels touched down, but Rapp stayed in his seat as the other passengers prepared to disembark. He turned his phone back on and scrolled through the texts, searching for anything that suggested his impending operation had run into a snag. Nothing. As of that moment, it was still a go. His plans for a shower, steak, and some shut-eye before the briefing, though, definitely weren't.
Once the plane was more or less empty, he slung a small pack over his shoulder and started up the aisle. The crew near the door gave him a quizzical look as he approached and he reflexively turned his face away, mumbling the expected thanks.
Rapp had spent most of his adult life seeking anonymity and his current state wasn't helping that quest. His dark hair hadn't completely regrown and was in the uncontrollable stage between short enough to behave and long enough for gravity to take control. Thankfully, his beard had come back more quickly, effectively obscuring his lower face and leaving only his sunburned nose visible below mirrored sunglasses.
What really made him stand out, though, was the dust. It was still clinging to every part of him from his trip across Yemen and Saudi Arabia. The loaded Range Rover he'd been promised had been on fire when he found it and there hadn't been a lot of other options. So, instead of making the trip cradled in leather and caressed by air-conditioning, he'd made half of it in the back of a dilapidated pickup and the other half by motorcycle.
The jet bridge and corridor beyond were empty, already cleared of passengers hurrying to secure a good place in the passport control line. He kept a leisurely pace, walking toward a sign pointing him left, but instead passing through a door marked NO ENTRY. The alarm that was supposed to sound didn't and he was met on the other side by an impeccably dressed Spanish woman.
"I trust your flight was a good one," she said in more than acceptable English.
"Fine, thanks."
"We have a car waiting and I fear I'll have to take you straight to your meeting. As you requested, there is food, water, and a clean change of clothes in the backseat. Also, you'll find a brief that will bring you up to date on the situation."
"It's good to see you again, Mitch."
Jordi Cardenas, the head of Spain's national intelligence agency, held out a hand and Rapp took it. "Good to see you, too. We appreciate the assist."
"It's very much our pleasure," he said, leading Rapp into a windowless conference room. The men around the table were ones Rapp had known for most of his career-Scott Coleman was at the far end and his top operators had taken the chairs closest to him. Claudia Gould, the woman Rapp lived with and who also happened to be Coleman's logistics director, was standing near a large screen hanging on...
