: J Thomas Luther
: Willene Smith, Susannah R. Ishmael
: The Fifth Cell
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: The Fifth Cell
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: Krimis, Thriller, Spionage
: English
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Bert Rizzo is trying to enjoy his retirement in the Rocky Mountains, after a not-so-subtle push from the CIA. He wants nothing to do with his old agency and seeks solitude in a mountainside cabin. As one of the agency's most successful operatives over a three-decade career, being a team player never appealed to him. Crude and at times sarcastic, Rizzo cared only for the job at hand. His individualism made some very powerful enemies within the CIA and other departments, and he was glad to go when his time came. Enough was enough. When FBI Anti-Terror agent Angelica Dougherty lands a helicopter at the end of his gravel driveway, he gets a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach. He has information that she needs in a terrorism investigation. He'll tell her what he knows, and hope that's the end of it. It's not.

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Chapter1

The beating of the blades of a Blackhawk helicopter thundered as it passed low overhead the remote cabin nestled in the foothills along the eastern slope of the Rockies in Wolf Creek, Montana. Bert Rizzo knew the sound all too well from more than three decades in the Central Intelligence Agency. He made his way to the small window over his kitchen sink and watched as the helicopter began a slow turn and found a landing spot in the gravel of Willamette road at the end of his drive. The dust swirled as the engine slowed and the door swung open. The blue FBI jacket came into view as a female agent emerged and headed up the driveway toward the cabin. Bert mumbled, “Oh shit,” as he wondered just what the hell this was going to beabout.

Bert hurried over to the stove to remove the pan with an omelet that was nearly finished. Turning off the burner, he moved the pan to the rear, hoping that he could get back to breakfast quickly. He watched as the young agent made her way onto his small porch. He had enough time to grab the bottle of Canadian Club and poured a glass before he heard the knock. A few months retired from the CIA; Bert figured that this visit wasn’t going to be goodnews.

Before answering the door, Bert took a long swallow of his whiskey and then opened the door partway. “Awful early for the FBI to be visiting out this way in the middle of nowhere,” hegrowled.

“You are Bert Rizzo?” the female agent asked, thrusting her identification as Special Agent Angelica Dougherty through the slimopening.

“If you flew all the way out here in that Blackhawk and I’m not Bert Rizzo, that would be unnerving. So yes. What can I do for you, Agent Dougherty?” Bert didn’t open the door any further as he looked over the agent on his doorstep. Angelica Dougherty stood about 5’10” with long dark hair and deep green eyes. Bert guessed she was in her earlythirties.

“I’m sorry for the early morning intrusion,” Dougherty offered. “I need a few minutes to ask a couple of questions on an urgent matter. Can I come in?” She paused, waiting for a response. When there was none, she stepped closer and stared intensely at Rizzo. “Please!” she askedsternly.

Rizzo nodded and opened the door. He guided her into the kitchen ar