| Assignment—Afghan
Dragon Sam
Durell #42
First published 1976 Edward S. Aarons It was
supposed to be a routine assignment. Nothing Dangerous. Nothing Sticky.
Just track down the famous missing Afghan Dragon—a national treasure worth
in the neighborhood of five million dollars. The neighborhood was very
rough, though. The missing Dragon had become a cause celebre. The Middle
East had a brand new powderkeg. And Sam was sitting right on top of
it. Durell was not happy. Someone was using him as a patsy. Someone had
betrayed him. Someone on his own team. . .
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| Assignment—Amazon
Queen
Sam Durell
#37 First
published 1974 Edward S. Aarons A terror-filled
trip into the vicious wilderness of the Amazon jungle. Hidden in the
depths of the Brazilian jungle was a secret formula so deadly that its
possessor would gain the power of life and death over the entire human
race. For Sam Durell it was one of the toughest assignments of his
life. Competing against the best agents of the great world powers he had
to penetrate the terrible jungle. Struggling against enormous odds he
simply had to get there first—or the death formula would carry its fearful
message to millions . . .
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| Assignment—Angelina Sam
Durell
#6 First
published 1958 Edward S. Aarons In Arizona a man
named Tom Everett who operated a filling station had been brutally beaten
before his throat was cut. In Indiana a man named John Miller who ran a
contracting company had been killed in exactly the same way. In New
York a man named Perry Hayward who worked in an advertising agency died in
terrible agone. In Louisiana a man named Peter Labouisse who owned a
fishing boat was mutilated before his jugular vein was slit. And the
link between these murders was a beautiful, fiery woman called Angelina.
Durell had to get to her first, find out what she knew, and save her from
the depraved sadism of the hired killers, the cool cunning of the
inquisitors.
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| Assignment—Ankara
Sam Durell
#15 First
published 1961 Edward S. Aarons IT WAS JUST A
MATTER OF TIME. Their plane had been purposely lured off course,
deliberately shot down. That meant the Russians knew where they were and
would send a ship. How long would it be before they came and found the
tape Durell was guarding? How long before they discovered who he was and
put him through living hell until he'd have to take the pill the CIA
supplied its agents because no human being could stand the agony of modern
torture? And if no one came, how long would it be before the six
passengers with Durell would erupt into savage hysteria, killing each
other for food and water? But if that didn't happen, could they perhaps
still survive? Fat chance. Soon the plane would shudder and go down. And
then . . . well, it was just a matter of time.
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| Assignment—Bangkok
Sam Durell
#33 First
published 1972 Edward S. Aarons SAM DURELL once
said his job was troubleshoooting for a government agency so secret that
even the government didn't know about it. This time everybody seemed to
know more about his job than he did. This time he was practically dead
before he started . . .a prisoner buried alive in a dark, suffocating cell
in the sewers of Bangkok. No one was supposed to know he was even in
the city. Yet only minutes after his arrival he'd been ambushed and
kidnapped. Someone had known. Someone had seen him. Someone had been
waiting for him. Who? How? Sam decided to worry about that
later. First he had to get some fresh air.
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| Assignment—Black
Gold
Sam Durell
#39 First
published 1975 Edward S. Aarons "NOT AN HOUR,
NOT A MINUTE, NOT A SECOND WHILE YOU ARE IN LUBINDA WILL YOU BE SAFE. YOU
WILL NOT REST, YOU WILL NOT EAT OR DRINK, YOU WILL NOT SLEEP. YOU WILL
DIE, DURELL Durell was used to threats. He had always lived on a
knife-edge of terror and danger. He trusted no one. As a chief field agent
for K section, he had learned how to stay alive. In his business,
anonymity was the key to survival. Now someone had blown his cover, and
he was face to face with death at the hands of invisible terrorists who
wanted to take over the small African country of Lubinda. Their secret
weapon was oil. But Sam had a secret weapon,
too. Himself.
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| Assignment—Black
Viking
Sam Durell
#25 First
published 1967 Edward S. Aarons Something damned
strange was happening to the weather. Not just freakish blizzards in the
Sahara, but typhoons, hurricanes, floods, and snow, snow, more
snow. The meteorologists were predicting a New Ice Age. But they fooled
nobody, least of all the CIA and its Russian counterpart, the KGB.The old
quip—"don't just talk, do something"—was being tightly followed by
someone, somewhere. So they met together and selected an elite team to get
to the bottom of the "miracle". Durell headed the team, into the outer
reaches of Sweden. And in the foreboding wastelands he hoped to find the
mad scientist who was the key figure in the whole set-up.
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| Assignment—Budapest
Sam Durell
#5 First
published 1957 Edward S. Aarons My name's Sam
Durell. I'm a troubleshooter for an agency so secret that even the
government doesn't know about it. My assignment—track down the
traitors, the saboteurs, the secret official killers. And find Ilona
before the dread secret police torture and violate her beautiful
body.
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| Assignment—Burma
Girl
Sam Durell
#14 First
published 1961 Edward S. Aarons The First Man
had been given up for dead long ago and in another country. Now, twenty
years later, there came a single bright shred of evidence that he was
still alive. They sent the Second Man to find him. He got himself taken
by guerillas, who stuffed him into a bamboo cage and hung him from a tree
to see if he'd sing or croak. That's when the Third Man came into the
picture. His name was Sam Durell, and he was a tougher cookie than the
other two. An ex-whore with 300 million dollars' worth of influence sent
him up the Irrawady and into the boondocks to bring them back—whole or in
pieces.
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