Enemy of the State (Mitch Rapp Series #16)

Enemy of the State (Mitch Rapp Series #16)

by Vince Flynn, Kyle Mills


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“In the world of black-op thrillers, Mitch Rapp continues to be among the best of the best” (Booklist, starred review), and he returns in Vince Flynn’s #1 New York Times bestselling series alone and targeted by a country that is supposed to be one of America’s closest allies.

After 9/11, the United States made one of the most secretive and dangerous deals in its history. The evidence against the powerful Saudis who coordinated the attack would be buried. In return, King Faisal would promise to keep the oil flowing and deal with the conspirators in his midst.

When the king’s own nephew is discovered funding ISIS, the President—furious but unable to take action against the Saudis—gives Rapp his next mission: he must find out more about which high-level Saudis are involved in the scheme and kill them. The catch? Rapp will get no support from the United States.

Forced to make a decision that will change his life forever, Rapp quits the CIA and assembles a group of independent contractors to help him complete the mission. They’ve barely begun unraveling the connections between the Saudi government and ISIS when the brilliant new head of the intelligence directorate discovers their efforts. With Rapp getting too close, he threatens to go public with the details of the post-9/11 agreement between the two countries. Facing an international incident that could end his political career, the President orders America’s intelligence agencies to join the Saudis’ effort to hunt the former CIA man down.

Rapp, supported only by a team of mercenaries with dubious allegiances, finds himself at the center of the most elaborate manhunt in history. It’s only a matter of time before he’s caught or killed. Will it be enough to turn the tables on the Saudis and clear his name?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780594920304
Publisher: Atria/Emily Bestler Books
Publication date: 09/05/2017
Series: Mitch Rapp Series , #16
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 49,749
Product dimensions: 6.50(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.40(d)

About the Author

#1 New York Times bestselling author Vince Flynn (1966–2013) created one of contemporary fiction’s most popular heroes: CIA counterterrorist agent Mitch Rapp, featured in thirteen of Flynn’s acclaimed political thrillers. All of his novels are New York Times bestsellers, including his stand-alone debut novel, Term Limits. The Mitch Rapp story begins with American Assassin, followed by Kill Shot, Transfer of Power, The Third Option, Separation of Power, Executive Power, Memorial Day, Consent to Kill, Act of Treason, Protect and Defend, Extreme Measures, Pursuit of Honor, The Last Man, The Survivor, Order to Kill, Enemy of the State, and Red War. American Assassin was released as a major film in 2017.

Kyle Mills is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of nineteen political thrillers, including Red War for Vince Flynn and The Patriot Attack for Robert Ludlum. He initially found inspiration from his father, the former director of Interpol, and still draws on his contacts in the intelligence community to give his books such realism. Avid outdoor athletes, he and his wife have lived in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, for over twenty years. Visit his website at KyleMills.com.

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Enemy of the State

Above al-Shirqat


MITCH Rapp tried to find a more comfortable position, but none was available. His helmet was jammed against the top of the fuselage and there was something sharp poking through the mesh seat just to the right of his spine.

Not exactly the CIA’s G550, but then this aircraft hadn’t exactly been designed to ferry government VIPs. Its only purpose was the insertion of select teams behind enemy lines, and in order to do that effectively it had to be small, fast, and stealthy. There was no pilot or cockpit, no cabin pressure or heat, and no light other than the dim glow from a computer screen to his right.

He glanced over and scanned the data it contained. Four hundred knots at 25,000 feet on a south-by-southeast heading. An infrared map moved lazily beneath the compass and numbers, tracking the ground. Near the bottom of the display, his target began to appear.


Despite everything he’d lived through—everything he’d done—there were very few places that held memories bad enough to make his palms sweat. In fact, only two. The place his wife had died and ­al-Shirqat.

A green light over the door flashed and he disconnected his mask from the aircraft’s oxygen supply, immediately reattaching it to a low-volume tank on his wingsuit. Slipping out of his chair, he sat on the carbon fiber floor and lashed a small pack between his legs. The countdown had started and he waited until the door began to retract to lower his goggles. The outside air temperature was thirty below zero and it lashed at him as he fought his way to the inky black opening. When the countdown in his earpiece reached zero, he threw himself out, struggling to maintain a stable position as he accelerated into his free fall.

After a few seconds he was steady enough to glance at the screen strapped to his wrist. Along with altitude, it indicated direction and horizontal distance to his drop zone. Not that hitting it exactly was all that critical—it was a more or less randomly chosen spot about a mile from the edge of the ISIS-controlled city. His old mentor Stan Hurley had beaten precision into him during jump training, though. Rapp could still picture the man standing in the middle of the landing circle, staring skyward.

If you don’t kick me in my head, I’m going to kick the shit out of yours.

Who would have thought he’d miss the old cuss so much?

Everything below him was dark, creating a disorienting sensation of floating in space. Saddam Hussein’s former officers were becoming increasingly prominent in ISIS leadership and with their rise came a commensurate improvement in discipline. They’d completely blacked out al-Shirqat in an effort to reduce the effectiveness of U.S. bombing runs. Worse, a few mobile SAM units were being moved around the battered streets. Their functionality was unknown, but the knowledge that they were there was enough to prompt him to jump from altitude and come in sideways.

He pulled his chute about a thousand feet above the ground, releasing the pack between his legs and letting it drop onto the lanyard connected to him. With a few deft pulls on the chute’s toggles, he came down directly on top of the planned target—a sandy knoll that offered him the high ground.

Rapp gathered the chute quickly and pulled off his goggles and helmet. He lay still for almost two minutes, listening. When he was satisfied that his arrival had gone unnoticed, he stripped down to a grimy pair of jeans and T-shirt, then dragged his pack to him.

It didn’t contain much more than a shoulder holster with a Glock and silencer, two extra mags, some dried meat, and a shovel to bury everything else. Once done, there was little that would identify him as anything more than a local Iraqi who had been caught in the desert after sunset.

Without the screen on his wrist, he was forced to use the stars for navigation. Fortunately, they were just as effective now as they had been when explorers first set out to discover the world. He followed a southerly course, rubbing at his face to remove any marks left by his goggles. Based on weeks of overhead surveillance, he didn’t expect to run into any security forces as he entered the city, but there was nothing certain in this business.

* * *

When Rapp reached the bombed-out buildings at the edge of town, he dropped to his stomach again. The men he was there for were farther toward the interior and he mentally reviewed the path through the city laid out by the Agency’s cartographers.

When he’d escaped al-Shirqat last time, he’d been posing as an American ISIS recruit. The former Iraqi general controlling the area had devised a plan to use dirty bombs to take out Saudi Arabia’s oil-producing capacity, destabilizing the world economy and leaving the Saudis vulnerable to a takeover by Islamic radicals. Rapp had managed to stop the plot, but not without the help of the local resistance.

Now the identities of those men had been discovered and ISIS was closing in on them. Most of the people at Langley thought he was crazy to come back, arguing that the risks far outweighed the rewards. And they were probably right. With one exception, the five young men Rapp was there to extract weren’t good fighters. None were much use at gathering intelligence, either. Mostly they sat around making long political speeches that the others then heartily agreed with. But when he’d needed them, they’d stepped up. Fuck if he wouldn’t do the same.

Unfortunately, that decision had forced him to put a reluctant Joe Maslick in charge of the Rabat, Morocco, operation. In the end, it was probably a good thing. The op wasn’t all that complicated and Maslick needed some command experience whether he liked it or not.

Rapp closed his eyes for a moment, acknowledging that he was just stalling. He’d hoped never to have to return to this place, going so far as to try to convince the military to mount a major assault to take back the city. Predictably, they’d pushed back. It wasn’t that they didn’t think they could do it. With U.S. support, the Iraqi army was strong enough now to recapture it. The problem was that the locals didn’t ­really see the Iraqi army as much different than ISIS. Just another occupying force to fight an endless guerrilla war against. Welcome to the Middle East.

Rapp stood and moved forward, slipping between two buildings and navigating by the light of a full moon. This area of town had taken a lot of battle damage and was largely uninhabited now. He’d been through it once before but hadn’t bothered to commit it to memory.

After about five minutes of generally southern travel, he came to a collapsed building with little more than the east wall surviving. It was one of the landmarks he’d identified from a photo at Langley and he turned left, cutting diagonally across a cratered square.

By the time he made it to the far side, he was certain he was being tracked. There was a natural rhythm to the debris dislodging from the structures around him and now it was off just enough to stand out. The footfalls were random and careful, but to the practiced ear they were unmistakable.

He kept his pace casual, climbing over a burned car to gain access to the alley behind it. When he was certain he was obscured from view, he sidestepped into a gap in the wall to his right.

Whoever was behind him was disciplined—Rapp would give him that. It was a full two minutes before he was able to pick out an intermittent shadow inching toward his position. He dug a shard of concrete from around a piece of rebar and threw it, creating a nearly inaudible clatter twenty yards to the south.

The footsteps faltered for a moment. Rapp retrieved his Glock and waited, barely breathing. A few seconds passed before the silhouette reappeared. The man it belonged to was an inch taller than him and a good six inches wider at the shoulder. He had an assault rifle strapped across his chest and was moving in a manner that suggested he was more than just another ISIS dipshit.

Rapp remained motionless in the darkness where he’d taken refuge, watching the man approach. When he walked past, Rapp stepped out and pressed his gun to the back of his head.

The man didn’t cry out or even speak, instead coming to a halt and raising his hands. Rapp moved slowly around him, brushing the barrel of his Glock through the man’s hair until it came to rest against his forehead.

“I remember you being less sloppy,” Rapp said in Arabic.

“And I remember you looking like the wrong end of a goat.”

Rapp pulled the gun back and the big man embraced him.

“Hold your face to the sky, my friend. Let me see you.”

Rapp raised his chin to catch the moonlight and the Iraqi gripped Rapp’s beard, moving his face around to see better.

“It’s miraculous what you Americans can do,” he said sincerely.

In order to not be recognized on his prior operation in al-Shirqat, Rapp had been forced to let Joe Maslick beat his face into something resembling raw meat. That was the only face Gaffar had ever seen—the broken, bleeding, and swollen one Maslick had created.

“More surgeries than I care to remember.”

“Yes, but still . . . it’s incredible.”

“How are the others?”

“They’re managing, but they aren’t soldiers. Fear is a good motivator, but this . . .” He waved a hand around him. “The cold, the boredom, the lack of food. It is hard.”

“How long have you been hiding out here?”

“Two weeks.”

Rapp nodded. Often it wasn’t the terror and exhaustion of combat that beat people down. It was everything in between.

“Come,” Gaffar said. “I’ll take you to them.”

What was left of this part of town appeared to be uninhabited and of no interest to ISIS forces, but still it made sense to proceed carefully. They finally arrived at a massive concrete slab that had tipped against a crumbling wall. Gaffar picked up a rock and tapped it three times against what had once been a lamppost. A moment later the people Rapp had come for appeared at the entrance of the artificial cave.

On the left were two thin men who looked like computer geeks. One seemed to have lost his glasses and was squinting uselessly into the darkness. Mohammed, their leader, didn’t seem too much worse for the wear and neither did his brother.

The Iraqi siblings were the only two men in the world that Rapp had a hard time looking in the eye, so he adjusted his gaze to the woman pressed against Mohammed’s side.

“Who’s she?”

“My wife.”

“You got married?” Rapp said. “Interesting sense of timing.”

“Shada was being auctioned off by ISIS. I’ve known her since we were children. I sold everything I had and used the money to buy her.”

Rapp looked into her dark eyes, taking in the unlined face and black, tangled hair. He had purchased Mohammed’s sister under similar circumstances. This girl was younger and more fearful, but otherwise no different than Laleh had been.

The memory was accompanied by a painful constriction in Rapp’s chest and he pushed her image from his mind. It would come back, though. It always did.

“If there isn’t room for me, I’ll stay behind,” she said as the silence drew out.

“No,” one of the geeks said, a little too loudly. “If anyone is going to stay here, it should be him. He got us into this.”

“Shut up!” Gaffar said in a harsh whisper. “We got ourselves into this. It’s our country to fight for. Our people who have destroyed it. Not his.”

He raised his hand to strike the man, but Rapp caught it.

“Look, all you have to do is hold it together for a little longer. Then this’ll all be over.”

He retrieved the food he’d brought and divided it among them. “Now eat up and gather your gear.”

“Then she can come?” Mohammed said.

Rapp nodded. “Five minutes.”

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Enemy of the State (Mitch Rapp Series #16) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 54 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just when I think Mitch had done it all, out pops another fabulous story. I know Vince is smiling that Mills has kept the storyline going and done him proud.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read all Vince's books, all of Kyle's books This one was pertty good, but i felt like the ending was weak! You don't have to end the book, just because you hit 350 pages!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read (& reread) all the Mitch Rapp series but was disappointed with this book. Slow at the start and rushed at the end. Hard to identify and root for the characters (Azarov, Kent, Claudia) as they have all been involved in nefarious schemes in the past. Mitch & Claudia have no chemistry
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I expected to be a grittier novel. I wanted to see Rapp dispatch the bad guys with extreme prejudice. All in all ending probably will set up the next book.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Great read! Couldn’t put it down. Wanted to read it in one sitting
Anonymous 9 months ago
MalkaShayna More than 1 year ago
American hero, Mitch Rabb, just doesn't get a break, constantly out of the frying pan into the fire, but always ending up on top. If only such a man really existed. This time he is asked by President Alexander to investigate a Saudi Arabia prince, nephew of the king's favorite sister, who is suspected of being in league with ISIS, and because of political ramifications, he must go rouge, quitting the CIA and assembling another team of questionable loyalty. As exciting as all the previous books, the chapters are all short and concise, allowing the reader to catch his/her breath before soldiering on.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just don’t ever kill off Mitch!!!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great as usual
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was fun book to read. Getting together with characters from other stories was a great twist, one that I have not seen in the past. I look forward to Mitch hopefully working with so of them again down the road.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So parallel to our political landscape that it's both captivating and terrifying at the same time!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Miss Vince Flynn
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So glad the Rapp series continues. Kyle is doing a fantastic job. Vince should be proud
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just read all 16 books again. Sad I'm done. This one was entertaining as all are. Kyle isn't Vince but he does a good job.
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Drewano More than 1 year ago
‘Enemy of the State’ lacks a little bit of the action and adventure of some of the other stories in the series. This book seems to focus more on the political back dealings and wrangling than the shoot ‘em action that Mitch Rapp fans are used to. While the book ends on a high note I really felt it dragging in the middle. Also many old frenemies come back in this book so make sure you’re up to date on who’s who in the Rapp world before you start this book.
Drewano More than 1 year ago
‘Enemy of the State’ lacks a little bit of the action and adventure of some of the other stories in the series. This book seems to focus more on the political back dealings and wrangling than the shoot ‘em action that Mitch Rapp fans are used to. While the book ends on a high note I really felt it dragging in the middle. Also many old frenemies come back in this book so make sure you’re up to date on who’s who in the Rapp world before you start this book.
waynewane More than 1 year ago
very exciting book. Can't wait for next one to see what happens to Mitch
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Up to the high standards set by the 16 Rapp books that went before.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Always a great read
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked it