Cotton FBI - Episode 02 E-Book

Mennigen Peter

• Herausgeber: Bastei Lübbe
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Serie: Cotton FBI (Englisch)
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 152

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

Digital Series. Episode 2:

12:04 AM, New York. An American Airlines flight making its approach to landing. The descent is stopped and the aircraft begins to circle over Manhattan as if it were guided by an invisible hand. - 1:00 AM, G-Team HQ. Agents Jeremiah Cotton and Philippa Decker learn that terrorists have hacked the onboard systems and taken control of the airplane. They are demanding the release of Seif al-Bakkay, a high-level terrorist. The agents have only six hours remaining to find the perpetrators before the aircraft over Manhattan runs out of fuel ...

A new legend is born! COTTON FBI is a remake of a world famous cult series with more than one billion copies sold and appears bi-weekly with a self-contained story in each e-book episode.

Leseprobe

Contents

Cover

What is COTTON FBI?

The Author

Title

Copyright

Prologue

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3

4

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7

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9

10

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Epilogue

Next on Cotton FBI

What is COTTON FBI?

Your name is Jeremiah Cotton. You are a small-time cop in the NYPD, a rookie that no one takes seriously. But you want more. You have a score to settle with the world. And anyone who calls you “Jerry” will be sorry.

A new time. A new hero. A new mission. Experience the birth of a digital cult-series: Cotton FBI is the remake of JERRY COTTON, the most successful series of German novels with more than one billion copies sold, and it tells an entirely new story in e-book form.

Cotton FBI is published twice a month, with each episode a self-contained story.

The Author

Peter Mennigen was born in Meckenheim near Bonn. He studied art and design in Cologne before he turned to writing fiction. His novels have been published by Bastei Lübbe, Rowohlt, Ravensburger and other publishing houses. He also writes scripts for graphic novels and audio dramatizations as well as screenplays for TV shows and series.

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Peter Mennigen

Translated by Frank Keith

BASTEI ENTERTAINMENT

Bastei Entertainment is an imprint of Bastei Lübbe AG

Copyright for the German edition © 2012 by Bastei Lübbe AG, Cologne, Germany

Copyright for the English edition © 2014 by Bastei Lübbe AG, Cologne, Germany

Written by Peter Mennigen

Translated by Frank Keith

Cover design: Sandra Taufer, Munich

Cover illustration: © shutterstock / Dmitry Prudnichenko; Irina Solatges; Pavel K; Birsen Cebeci

E-book-production: Urban SatzKonzept

ISBN 978-3-8387-4755-2

www.bastei-entertainment.com

Prologue

A metal monstrosity descended over New York City. The clock in the cockpit of the Boeing 787 showed four minutes after midnight, Eastern Standard Time. None of the three hundred passengers on the Dreamliner knew that the pilot was sending a distress call to the tower at JFK. The crew could no longer steer the plane; the controls weren’t responding at all, and this just as the plane was about to land. The co-pilot pushed and pulled all sorts of knobs and switches, but to no avail. Every warning lamp in the cockpit was flashing and alarms were sounding. And then, bizarrely, after a few minutes the plane stopped descending and leveled off at an altitude of around four thousand feet, flying on its own.

As if controlled remotely or by a ghost, the plane suddenly changed its prescribed course and headed towards Manhattan. The brutal maneuver forced the Boeing into an acute angle, and if the passengers hadn’t been buckled in, they would have been thrown out of their seats. Carry-on bags flew out of carelessly closed overhead storage bins, and other loose objects were tossed around.

It was then that most of the people on board the plane realized in horror that within minutes they could be crashing right into the heart of New York City.

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Cursing under his breath, Jeremiah Cotton went through the baffling security procedures at the entrance to the G-Teams headquarters. His hair was unkempt, his black sweater and leather jacket looked like they had been carelessly tossed on, and the stubble on his face was further proof of his hasty departure from home.

Shortly after 0100 hours, he stepped into the control center of the special FBI unit. Its headquarters occupied the vast majority of the basement of this featureless gray building complex. There was a whole collection of high-tech gadgets, mostly high-performance computer terminals and HD monitors, which cast a ghostly glow over the large, semi-darkened room.

A first glance into the room, which resembled a cross between a NASA command center and a futuristic spaceship bridge, would give the impression that it was ruled by chaos. People incessantly scurried back and forth, moving hurriedly between the chrome-and-glass desks. Telephones were ringing constantly. Information usually came in twenty-four hours a day, from all over the world. There were experts on hand to analyze all the different types of information coming in and to determine whether they were of any relevance to national security. Only a very few of these experts had served outside of the complex and/or fired a weapon; those sorts of tasks were left up to the Special Agents.