The Final Reckoning [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONEThe day that changes a life, or ends a life, rarely comes with a warning. There are no signs in the sky, no dark ravens on a post, no soundtrack in a minor key. To Felipe Tavares, security officer at the United Nations building in New York, September 23 had started as a regular Monday.He had come in on the Long Island Expressway on the 6.15 train, picked up a cappuccino and a muffin - a skinny blueberry one, in a concession to his wife - waved his permit at the guys on the door and headed to the basement of the United Nations building, headquarters of the institution he had served for the previous three years. There he opened up his locker, pulled out the blue uniform of an officer of the UN Security Force, complete with the Sam Browne belt and the brass badge that still triggered a charge of pride, and dressed for his shift.Next, he went to the armoury to pick up his weapon. He handed over his smartcard photo