Thriller: Code Name: Camelot - An Action Thriller Novel (A Noah Wolf Novel, Thriller, Action, Mystery Book 1) by David Archer

his book. He pulled his leg in and dog-eared the book as Noah climbed into the passenger seat.
    “He give you a pass?” Marco asked.
    Noah patted his pocket. “Said he did. Am I supposed to give it to you?”
    Marco’s eyes went wide. “No way, man, not me. Somebody big will ask you for it, maybe even at lunch. That’s when they got mine.”
    Noah grinned. “You could’ve warned me about his little games he likes to play. Lucky for me, I know when to shut up.”
    Marco backed the car out of the parking space, and pointed it back toward the restaurant. “Not allowed. I couldn’t give you any heads up. If I did, and the dragon lady ever found out, they’d be using me for target practice next week. I like you and all, you seem okay, but I like my ass a whole lot better.”
    Noah chuckled, and they rode the rest of the way in silence. It was while they were sitting in the restaurant and having lunch that a short man walked over to their table.
    “Marco,” the man said, “why don’t you introduce me to your friend?”
    Marco had looked up as the man approached them, and grinned. “Sure, Mr. Jefferson. This is Noah, he’s new here. Noah, I want you to meet Mr. Jefferson. He works at admin, with the boss lady.”
    Noah stood and extended a hand. “Mr. Jefferson, good to meet you,” he said.
    “You, too, Noah,” said Jefferson. “I believe Doctor Parker may have given you a note for me?”
    Noah glanced at Marco, who nodded once, then took the slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Jefferson. The man unfolded the paper and glanced at what Parker had written, then looked up at Noah with a big smile.
    “Have you looked at what he wrote?” Jefferson asked, but Noah shook his head.
    “No, Sir,” he said. “I was curious, but it was handed to me folded shut and I was not told that I was allowed to look at it.”
    Jefferson laughed. “That explains a lot. Here, take a look,” he said, holding the paper up so that Noah could read it.
    This man Noah will be our Superstar.
    Noah glanced up at Jefferson. “Thank you, Sir,” he said.
    Jefferson clapped him on the shoulder and walked away without another word, so Noah sat down and resumed eating his roast beef sandwich and fries. He saw Marco looking at him, and shrugged.
    “I couldn’t help glancing up and seeing what Parker wrote,” Marco said. “He gave you a lot to live up to. Superstar? That’s heavy.”
    “I don’t have a clue what it’s supposed to mean,” Noah said. “Didn’t really make any sense, to me. How could I be a superstar, and of what?”
    Marco paused in the middle of taking a bite of his own sandwich. “Noah, you do know what we do here, right? Our boys and girls kill people, or sometimes they just make people disappear. Seems like Doc Parker thinks you might be the best one yet.”
    Noah ate in silence for a moment, then looked up at Marco again. “So, how did you get here? Were you on death row, too?”
    “No, but close,” Marcus said. “Third-time loser in California, got my third strike on a breaking and entering charge. Automatic life in prison, and I was only twenty-four. The dragon lady sent somebody in to make me an offer, a chance to have a life again and put my street skills to work doing something good for my country. All it was gonna cost me was everyone I ever loved, but since I was never getting out again any other way, I decided I had really already lost them, anyhow. So I took the deal.” He took a bite and chewed for a moment, as if he was thinking. “I almost flunked out, the first month. I came within a split second of picking up a phone and calling my mother, just to let her know I didn’t really die in the riot at the prison. I was sitting in an office, another interview, and the guy got up and walked out. He left me alone in there, and there was a phone on his desk. I thought about it for a few seconds, then picked up the phone and started dialing Mom’s number. I got to the last number, and froze