Damocles Directive

Some targets are a thousand meters away. Others are invisible.

Three weeks ago, Travis Caldwell put a bullet through a Saudi prince at a thousand meters. Today, he's standing at a funeral that's about to make that look easy.

The deceased is Matt Kindt, a pharmaceutical researcher who worked himself to death. Or so everyone believes. Travis knows better. The AI orchestrating his missions knows better. Matt's death is the first thread in a conspiracy that stretches from DC to Dubai, from Colombian jungles to Venezuelan oil fields.

Someone built a pipeline that has nothing to do with oil and everything to do with power. Someone buried secrets deep enough that they're willing to kill to keep them hidden. And someone just made the fatal mistake of thinking Travis Caldwell would walk away.

He's got an AI handler with unlimited resources. A partner with abilities that defy explanation. And a target on his back that's getting bigger by the hour.

Will Travis expose the truth before the conspiracy buries him with it?