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The Doomsday Key: A Sigma Force Novel

The Doomsday Key: A Sigma Force Novel

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The Doomsday Key: A Sigma Force Novel

4.5/5 (64 ratings)
555 pages
8 hours
Jun 23, 2009


“James Rollins knows adventure.”

Chicago Sun Times

With The Doomsday Key—the latest Sigma Force blockbuster from New York Times bestselling author James Rollins—the critically acclaimed thrill-master continues to dazzle with an electrifying combination of history, religion, science, and adventure. The hero of Map of Bones, The Black Order, and other exceptional Rollins roller-coaster rides, Commander Pierce returns to solve a centuries-old secret, one coded in prophecies of doom—in a story that fans of Michael Crichton, Douglas Preston, and Indiana Jones will not be able to put down!

Jun 23, 2009

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James Rollins is the author of international thrillers that have been translated into more than forty languages. His Sigma series has been lauded as one of the “top crowd pleasers” (New York Times) and one of the "hottest summer reads" (People magazine). In each novel, acclaimed for its originality, Rollins unveils unseen worlds, scientific breakthroughs, and historical secrets—and he does it all at breakneck speed and with stunning insight. He lives in the Sierra Nevada mountains.

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Tuesday, May 9—For immediate release


OSLO, NORWAY (BUSINESS WIRE)—Viatus International, the world’s market-leading petrochemical company, announced today the creation of its new Crop Biogenetics Research and Development Division.

The mission of the new division is to develop technologies that will boost agricultural productivity to meet the rising global demand for food, feed, and fuel, said Ivar Karlsen, CEO of Viatus International.

With the establishment of our company’s Crop Biogenics division, Karlsen said, we intend to meet this challenge with all our resources, establishing the equivalent of an agricultural Manhattan Project. Failure is not an option—not for our company, not for the world.

In recent years, the company’s patented hybridization and transgenic technologies have increased grain, corn, and rice yields by 35 percent. Karlsen said Viatus anticipates doubling its improved yield rate within the next five years.

Karlsen explained the necessity for such a new division during his keynote speech today at the World Food Summit in Buenos Aires. Citing the World Health Organization, he noted that one-third of the world is facing starvation. We are in a global food crisis, he said. Most of those suffering are in the Third World. Food riots are spreading worldwide and further destabilizing dangerous regions around the globe.

Food security, Karlsen said, has surpassed oil and water as one of the new millennium’s greatest crises and challenges. Both from a humanitarian standpoint and from a concern about global security, it is vital to hasten food production through innovation and biotechnology.

Leading the way in agricultural innovation: Viatus International is a Fortune 100 company based in Oslo, Norway. Founded in 1802, Viatus provides products in 180 countries around the globe, enhancing lives and life quality through research and innovation. It is publicly traded on the NYSE under the symbol VI. The name Viatus is based on the Latin via, the way, and vita, life.


October 9, 4:55 A.M.

Mali, West Africa

Gunfire woke Jason Gorman from a bone-deep sleep. It took him an extra half breath to remember where he was. He’d been dreaming of swimming in the lake at his father’s vacation house in upstate New York. But the mosquito netting that cocooned his cot and the predawn chill of the desert jolted him back to the present.

Along with the screams.

His heart hammering, he kicked away the thin sheet and tore through the netting. Inside the Red Cross tent-cabin, it was pitch-dark, but through the tarp walls, a flickering red glow marked a fire somewhere on the east side of the refugee camp. More flames licked into existence, dancing across all four walls of the tent.

Oh, God…

Though panicked, Jason knew what was happening. He’d been briefed about this before heading to Africa. Over the past year, other refugee camps had been attacked by the Tuareg rebel forces and raided for food. With the price of rice and maize trebled across the Republic of Mali, the capital had been besieged by riots. Food was the new gold in the northern districts of the country. Three million people faced starvation.

It was why he had come here.

His father sponsored the experimental farm project that took up sixty acres on the north side of the camp, funded by the Viatus Corporation and overseen by crop biologists and geneticists from Cornell University. They had test fields of genetically modified corn growing out of the parched soils of the region. The first fields had been harvested just last week, grown with only a third of the water normally necessary for irrigation. Word must have spread to the wrong ears.

Jason burst out of his tent in his bare feet. He still wore the khaki shorts and loose shirt he’d had on when he fell into bed last night. In the predawn darkness, firelight was the only source of illumination.

The generators must’ve been taken down.

Automatic gunfire and screams echoed through the darkness. Shadowy figures dashed and pushed all around, refugees running in a panic. But the flow was turbulent, heading this way and that. With rifle blasts and the staccato of machine-gun fire arising from all sides, no one knew in which direction to flee.

Jason did.

Krista was still at the research facility. Three months ago he had met her back in the States during his stateside briefing. She had begun sharing Jason’s mosquito-netted cocoon only last month. But last night she had stayed behind. She had planned to spend the entire night finishing some DNA assays on the newly harvested corn.

He had to reach her.

Pushing against the tide, Jason headed toward the north side of the camp. As he feared, the gunfire and flames were the most intense there. The rebels intended to raid the harvest. As long as no one tried to stop them, no one had to die. Let them have the corn. Once they had it, they would vanish into the night as quickly as they’d come. The corn was going to be destroyed anyway. It wasn’t even meant for human consumption until further studies were done.

Turning a corner, Jason fell over the first body, a teenage boy, sprawled in the alley between the ramshackle hovels that passed for homes here. The teenager had been shot and trampled over. Jason crabbed away from his body and gained his feet. He fled away.

After another frantic hundred yards, he reached the northern edge of the camp. Bodies were sprawled everywhere, piled on one another, men, women, children. It was a slaughterhouse. Some bodies had been torn in half by machine-gun fire. Across the killing field, the research camp’s Quonset huts stood like dark ships mired in the West African savannah. No lights shone there—only flames.


Jason remained frozen in place. He wanted to continue onward, cursing his cowardice. But he couldn’t move. Tears of frustration rose to his eyes.

Then a thump-thump rose behind him. He twisted around as a pair of helicopters flew low toward the besieged camp, hugging the terrain. It had to be government forces from the nearby base. The Viatus Corporation had scattered bushels of U.S. dollars to insure extra protection for the site.

A shuddering breath escaped Jason. The helicopters would surely chase off the rebels. More confident, he headed across the field. Still, he kept low as he ran. He aimed for the back of the closest Quonset hut, less than a hundred yards away. Deeper shadows would hide him there, and Krista’s lab was in the next hut over. He prayed she’d kept herself hidden inside there.

As he reached the Quonset’s rear wall, bright light flared behind him. A brilliant searchlight speared out of the lead helicopter and swept across the refugee camp below. Jason let out a rattling sigh.

That should scare off the rebels.

Then, from both sides of the helicopter, the chatter of machine-gun fire blasted out and ripped into the camp. Jason’s blood iced. This was no surgical strike against invading rebel forces. This was a wholesale slaughter of the camp.

The second helicopter swung to the other side, circling outward along the periphery of the camp. From its rear hatch, barrels rolled out and exploded on impact, casting up gouts of flames into the sky. Screams erupted even louder. Jason spotted one man fleeing off into the desert, naked, but with his skin still on fire. The firebombing spread toward Jason’s position.

He turned and ran past the Quonset hut.

The fields and granaries spread ahead of him, but no safety would be found there. Dark figures moved on the far side of the corn rows. Jason would have to risk a final dash across the open to reach Krista’s research lab. The windows were dark, and the only door faced the open fields.

He paused to steady himself. One fast dash and he could be inside the hut. But before he could move, new jets of flame burst forth on the far side of the field. A line of men bearing flamethrowers set off down the rows of corn, burning the fields that had yet to be harvested.

What the hell’s happening?

Off to the right, the single granary tower exploded in a fiery whirlwind that spiraled high into the air. Shocked, but using the distraction, Jason dashed to the Quonset hut’s open door and dove through it.

In the glow of the fires, the room looked unmolested, almost tidy. The back half of the hut was full of all manner of scientific equipment used in genetic and biological research: microscopes, centrifuges, incubators, thermocyclers, gel electrophoresis units. To the right were cubicles with wireless laptops, satellite uplink equipment, even battery backup units.

A single laptop, still powered by the batteries, glowed with a screensaver. It rested in Krista’s cubicle, but there was no sign of his girlfriend.

Jason hurried to the cubicle and brushed his thumb over the touch-pad. The screensaver vanished, replaced with a view of an open e-mail account. Again it was Krista’s.

Jason stared around the hut.

Krista must have fled, but where?

Jason quickly accessed his own e-mail account and toggled the address for his father’s office on Capitol Hill. Holding his breath, he typed rapidly as he described the attack in a few terse sentences. In case he didn’t make it, he wanted some record. Just before he hit the Send button, he had a moment of insight. Krista’s files were still up on the screen. He dragged them, attached them to his note, and hit Send. She would not want them lost.

The e-mail failed to immediately transmit. The attached file was huge and would take an extra minute to upload. He couldn’t wait. Jason hoped the battery pack would last long enough for the e-mail to go through.

Fearful of waiting any longer, Jason swung toward the door. He had no way of knowing where Krista had gone. He hoped she had fled into the surrounding desert. That was what he was going to do. Out there were mazes of gullies and dry washes. He could hide for days if necessary.

As he hurried toward the exit, a dark figure appeared and blocked the doorway. Jason fell back with a gasp. The figure stepped into the hut and whispered in surprise.


Relief flushed through him. Krista …

He hurried to her, his arms wide to take her in. They could still both escape.

Oh, Jason, thank God!

His relief matched hers—until she lifted a pistol and fired three times into his chest. The shots felt like punches, knocking him backward to the floor. Fiery pain followed, turning the night even darker. Distantly he heard gunfire, explosions, and more screams.

Krista leaned over him. Your tent was empty. We thought you’d escaped.

He coughed, unable to answer as blood filled his mouth.

Seemingly satisfied with his silence, she turned on a heel and headed back out into the nightmare of fire and death. She stopped, momentarily silhouetted against the flaming fields, then vanished into the night.

Jason struggled to comprehend.


As darkness folded over him, he would have no answer to his question, but he alone heard one last thing. The laptop in the neighboring cubicle chimed. His message had been sent.


October 10, 7:04 A.M.

Prince William Forest Virginia

He needed more speed.

Hunched over the narrow handlebars of the motorcycle, Commander Grayson Pierce flew the bike around a sharp corner. He leaned his six-foot frame into the curve, nearly shearing off his kneecap as he laid the bike low around the turn.

The engine roared as he opened the throttle and straightened his trajectory. His target raced fifty yards ahead of him, riding a smaller Honda crotch rocket. Gray pursued on an older-model Yamaha V-Max. Both bikes were powered by V-4 engines, but his motorcycle was larger and weighed more. If he was going to catch his target, he would need every bit of skill.

And maybe a bit of luck.

They’d reached a short straightaway through the parklands of Prince William Forest. A dense line of hardwoods framed the two-lane road. The mix of towering beech and aspen made for a handsome scenic drive, especially now, in October, when the leaves were changing. Unfortunately, a storm last night had blown most of those leaves into patches of slippery mire on the blacktop.

Gray snapped the throttle wider. Acceleration kicked him in the pants. With the slightest wobble, the bike rocketed down the straight stretch, turning the center line into a blur.

But his target was also taking advantage of the straight road. So far, most of Route 619 had been a roller-coaster ride of sudden turns, deadly switchbacks, and rolling hills. The hour-long chase had been brutal, but Gray could not let the other rider escape.

As his target slowed for the next turn, the distance between them narrowed. Gray refused to let up. Maybe it was foolhardy, but he knew his bike’s capabilities. Since acquiring it, he’d had one of the robotics engineers from DARPA—the Defense Department’s research and development branch—outfit the motorcycle with a few modifications.

They owed him a favor.

Gray’s own outfit—designated Sigma—served as the muscle behind DARPA. The team consisted of former Special Forces soldiers who had been retrained in various scientific disciplines to act as its field operatives.

One of the modifications to the bike was a head’s-up display built into his helmet. Across his face shield, data flickered on the left side, noting speed, RPM, gear, oil temperature. On the right side, a navigational map scrolled data that projected best possible gear ratios and speeds to match the terrain.

From the corner of his eye, Gray watched the tachometer slip into the red zone. The navigational array blinked a warning. He was coming at the corner too fast.

Ignoring the data, Gray kept hard on the throttle.

The distance between the two bikes narrowed further.

Thirty yards now separated them as they hit the curve.

Ahead, the rider tilted his bike and roared around the bend. Seconds later, Gray hit the same turn. He sought to eke out another yard by hugging tighter around the blind corner, skimming the center yellow line. Luckily, at this early hour the roads through here were empty of traffic.

Sadly, the same couldn’t be said for the wildlife.

Around the corner, a black bear crouched at the shoulder of the road with a cub at her side. Both noses were buried in a McDonald’s bag. The first motorcycle sped past the pair. The noise and sudden appearance startled the mother bear into rearing up, and the cub acted on pure instinct and fled—right into the road.

Gray could not get out of the way in time. With no choice, he swung the bike into a hard skid. His tires smoked across the blacktop. As he hit the soft loam of the opposite shoulder, he let the bike drop and kicked away. Momentum slid him across the moist leaves on his back for a good twenty feet. Behind him, the bike hit an oak with a resounding crash.

Coming to a stop in a wet gulley, Gray twisted around. He could see the hind end of the mother bear hightailing it into the woods, followed by her cub. Apparently they’d had enough fast food for one day.

A new noise intruded.

The roar of a motorcycle, coming up fast.

Gray sat straighter. Down the road, his target had swung around and was barreling back toward him.

Oh, great…

Gray ripped away the chinstraps and tugged off his helmet.

The other cycle rocketed up to his position and braked hard in front of him, lifting up on its front tire. The rider was short, but muscled like a pit bull. As the bike came to a stop, the rider pulled off his helmet, too, revealing a head shaved to the skin. He frowned down at Gray.

Still in one piece?

The rider was Monk Kokkalis, a fellow operative with Sigma and Gray’s best friend. The man’s stony features were carved into an expression of concern and worry.

I’m fine. Hadn’t expected a bear in the road.

Who does? Monk cracked a wide grin as he booted his kickstand into place and climbed off the bike. But don’t go thinkin’ of welshing on our bet. You set no rules against natural obstacles. Dinner’s on you after the conference. Porterhouses and the darkest ale they have at that steak-house by the lake.

Fine. But I want a rematch. You had an unfair advantage.

Advantage? Me? Monk stripped off one of his gloves to expose his prosthetic hand. "I’m missing my hand. Along with a fair amount of my long-term memory. And been on disability for a year. Some advantage!"

Still, the grin never wavered as Monk offered his DARPA-engineered prosthetic. Gray took the hand, feeling the cold plastic fasten firmly on him. Those same fingers could crush walnuts. Monk pulled him to his feet.

As Gray brushed wet leaves from his Kevlar motorcycle suit, his cell phone chimed from his breast pocket. He pulled it out and checked the Caller ID. His jaw tightened.

It’s HQ, he told Monk and lifted the phone to his ear. Commander Pierce here.

Pierce? About time you picked up. I’ve called you four times in the past hour. And may I ask what you are doing in the middle of a forest in Virginia? It was Gray’s boss, Painter Crowe, director of Sigma.

Fighting for some adequate explanation, Gray glanced back at his motorcycle. The bike’s GPS must have betrayed his location. Gray struggled to explain, but he had no adequate excuse. He and Monk had been sent from Washington to Quantico to attend an FBI symposium on bioterrorism. Today was the second day, and Gray and Monk had decided to skip the morning lectures.

Let me guess, Painter continued. Out doing a little joyriding?

Sir …

The sternness in the director’s voice softened. So did it help Monk?

As usual, Painter had surmised the truth. The director had an uncanny ability to assess a situation. Even this one.

Gray looked over at his friend. Monk stood with his arms locked across his chest, his face worried. It had been a hard year for him. He had been brutalized in an enemy’s research facility where a part of his brain had been cut out, destroying his memory. Though he had recovered what was left, gaps remained, and Gray knew it still haunted him.

Over the last two months, Monk had been slowly acclimating back to his duties with Sigma, restricted though they might be. He was on desk duty and offered only minor assignments here in the States. He was limited to gathering intel and evaluating data, often beside his wife, Captain Kat Bryant, who also worked at Sigma headquarters and had a background in Naval Intelligence.

Gray knew Monk was straining at the bit to do more, to gain back the life that had been stolen from him. Everyone treated him as if he were a fragile piece of porcelain, and he’d begun to bristle at all the sympathetic glances and whispered words of encouragement.

So Gray had suggested this cross-country race through the park that bordered the Quantico Marine Corps Reservation. It offered a chance to blow off some steam, to get a little grit in the face, to take some risk.

Gray covered the phone with his hand and mouthed to Monk, Painter’s pissed.

His friend’s face broke into a broad grin.

Gray returned the phone to his ear.

I heard that, his boss said. And if you’re both done having your bit of fun, I need you back at Sigma Command this afternoon. Both of you. Yes, sir. But can I ask what it’s about?

A long pause stretched as if the director was weighing what to say. When he spoke, his words were careful. It’s about the original owner of that motorcycle of yours.

Gray glanced at the crashed bike. The original owner? He flashed back to a night two years ago, remembering the roar of a motorcycle down a suburban street, running with no lights, bearing a deadly rider, an assassin of mixed loyalties.

Gray swallowed to gain his voice. What about her?

I’ll tell you when you get here.

1:00 P.M.

Washington, D.C.

Hours later, Gray had showered, changed into jeans and a sweatshirt, and sat in the satellite surveillance room of Sigma headquarters. He shared the space with Painter and Monk. On the screen shone a digital map. It traced a crooked red line from Thailand to Italy.

The path of the assassin ended in Venice.

Sigma had been tracking her for over a year. Her location was marked by a small red triangle on a computer monitor. It glowed in the middle of a satellite map of Venice. Buildings, crooked streets, and winding canals were depicted in precise gray-scale detail, down to the tiny gondolas frozen in place, capturing a moment in time. That time was shown in the corner of the computer monitor, along with the approximate longitude and latitude of the assassin’s location:

10:52:45 GMT OCT 9

LAT 41°52’56.97"N

LONG 12°29’5.19"E

How long has she been in Venice? Gray asked.

Over a month.

Painter ran a tired hand through his hair and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He looked exhausted. It had been a difficult year for the director. Pale from spending much of the day in offices and meetings, Painter’s mixed Native American heritage was only evident in the granite planes of his face and the streak of white through his black hair, like a tucked snowy feather.

Gray studied the map. Do we know where she’s staying?

Painter shook his head. Somewhere in the Santa Croce area. It’s one of the oldest neighborhoods of Venice, not very touristy. A maze of bridges, alleys, and canals. An easy place to keep hidden.

Monk sat back from the other two, adjusting the connection of his prosthetic hand. So why did Seichan pick that city of all the places in the world to hole up?

Gray glanced to the corner of the monitor. It displayed a photo of the assassin, a woman in her late twenties. Her features were a mix of Vietnamese and European descent, possibly French, with her bronzed skin, slender features, and full lips. When Gray had first met her three years ago, she’d almost killed him, shooting him point-blank in the chest. Even now he pictured her in that same turtlenecked black bodysuit, recalling how it had hugged her lithe form, hinting at both the hardness and softness that lay beneath.

Gray also pictured their last association. She’d been captured and held prisoner by the U.S. military, badly bloodied and recovering from abdominal surgery. At the time, Gray had helped her escape custody, paying back a debt owed after she had saved his own life—but her freedom had not come without a price.

During the surgery, Gray’s boss had a passive polymer tracker secretly planted in her belly. It was a condition for her release, extra insurance that they’d be able to monitor her location and movements. She was too important to let go, too intimately tied to a shadowy terrorist network known as the Guild. No one knew anything about the true puppetmasters of that organization—only that it was well entrenched and had tendrils and roots globally.

Seichan claimed to be a double agent assigned to infiltrate the Guild and discover who truly ran its operations. Yet she offered no proof except her word. Gray had pretended to allow her to escape, while at the same time he kept silent about the implanted tracker. The device offered U.S. intelligence services a chance to discover more about the Guild.

But Gray suspected her decision to go to ground in Venice had nothing to do with the Guild. He felt Painter Crowe’s gaze on him, as if waiting for him to come up with an answer. His boss’s face was impassive, stoic, but a flicker in those ice-blue eyes suggested that this was a test.

She’s returning to the scene of the crime, Gray said and sat straighter.

What? Monk asked.

Gray nodded to the map overlay. The Santa Croce area also houses some of the oldest sections of the University of Venice. Two years ago, she murdered a museum curator in that city, one connected to the same university. Killed him in cold blood. She said it was necessary to protect the man’s family. A wife and daughter.

Painter confirmed the same. The child and mother do live in that area. We’ve got people on the ground trying to pinpoint her location. But the tracker is passive. We can’t narrow her location to less than two square miles. In case she shows up, we do have the curator’s family under surveillance. With so many eyes looking for her, she must be maintaining a low profile, possibly using a disguise.

Gray remembered the strain in Seichan’s face when she had tried to justify the cold-blooded murder of the museum curator. Possibly guilt, rather than the Guild, had drawn her back to Venice. But to what end? And what if he was wrong? What if this was all an artful bit of trickery? Seichan was nothing if not brilliant, an excellent strategist.

He studied the screen.

Something felt wrong about all this.

Why are you showing me this now? Gray asked. Sigma had been tracking Seichan for over a year, so why the sudden urgency to call him back to central command?

Word has filtered down from the NSA, passing through the new head of DARPA and down to us. With no real intelligence gained from Seichan’s freedom this past year, the powers-that-be have lost patience with the operation and have ordered her immediate capture. She’s to be brought in to a black ops interrogation center in Bosnia.

But that’s insane. She’ll never talk. Our best chance of discovering anything concrete about the Guild is through this operation.

I agree. Unfortunately, we’re the only ones who hold that position. Now if Sean was still heading DARPA …

Painter’s words trailed off into a place of pain. Dr. Sean McKnight had been the founder of Sigma and the head of DARPA at the time. Last year he’d been killed during an assault on Sigma Command. The new head of DARPA, General Gregory Metcalf, was still fresh to his position, still dealing with the political fallout following the assault. He and Painter had been butting heads ever since. Gray suspected that only the president’s support of Painter Crowe kept the director from being fired. But even that support had its limits.

Metcalf refuses to ruffle any feathers among the various intelligence communities and has sided with the NSA on this matter.

So they’re going to bring her in.

Painter shrugged. If they can. But they have no idea who they’re dealing with.

I’m between assignments. I could head out there. Offer my help.

Help to do what? Help find her or help her get away?

Gray remained silent, his feelings mixed. He finally spoke firmly. I’ll do whatever is asked of me, he said, staring pointedly at Painter.

The director shook his head. If Seichan sees you or even suspects you’re in Venice, then she’ll know she’s being tracked. We’ll lose all advantage.

Gray frowned, knowing the director was right.

The phone rang, and Painter picked up the receiver. Gray was glad for the momentary distraction as he fought to settle his thoughts.

What is it, Brant? Painter said. As the director listened to his office assistant’s reply, the crease between his eyes deepened. Patch the call through.

After a moment, Painter held the phone receiver toward Gray. It’s Lieutenant Rachel Verona, calling from Rome.

Gray could not hide his surprise as he accepted the phone and placed it to his ear. He turned slightly away from the other two men.


He immediately heard the tears in her voice. There was no sobbing, but her normally crisp fluency was fractured into pieces, catching between words. Gray … I need your help.

Anything. What is it?

He had not spoken to her in months. For over a year, he’d been romantically involved with the raven-haired lieutenant, even talking marriage, but in the end it had not worked out. She was too tied down to her job with the Italian carabinieri. Likewise, Gray had deep roots both professionally and personally here in the States. The distance proved too great.

It’s my uncle Vigor, she said. Her words rushed out as if hurrying ahead of a flood of tears. Last night. There was an explosion at Saint Peter’s. He’s in a coma.

My God, what happened?

Rachel hurried on. Another priest was killed, one of his former students. They suspect terrorists. But I don’t … they won’t let me … I didn’t know who else to call.

It’s okay. I can be out there on the next flight. Gray glanced back to Painter. His boss nodded, needing no explanation.

Monsignor Vigor Verona had helped Sigma in two earlier operations. His knowledge of archaeology and ancient history had proved vital, along with his intimate connections within the Catholic Church. They owed the monsignor a huge debt.

Thank you, Gray. She already sounded calmer. I’ll forward the investigative file. But there are some details kept out of the report. I’ll fill you in once you’re here.

As she spoke, Gray’s attention settled on the computer monitor, specifically on the glowing red tracker in the center of Venice. The photo of Seichan stared back at him from the corner of the screen, her expression cold and angry. The assassin also had a past history with Rachel and her uncle.

And now she was back in Italy.

A sense of foreboding jangled through him.

Something was wrong with this whole situation. He sensed a storm brewing out there, but he didn’t know which way the winds were blowing. He knew only one thing for certain.

I’ll be there as soon as I can, he promised Rachel.


October 10, 7:28 P.M.

Rome, Italy

As Lieutenant Rachel Verona stepped out of the hospital and into the dusky twilight of central Rome, she took a deep breath of the crisp autumn air, her anxiety easing a little. The sting of disinfectant had barely masked the odor of bodies languishing in beds. Hospitals always smelled like dread.

For the first time in years, she wished for a cigarette, anything to smoke out the sense of apprehension that had built inside her with every passing hour as her uncle remained in a coma. He was hooked to IV lines; electrodes led to machines that monitored his vital signs; a respirator moved his chest up and down. He looked a decade older, his eyes blackened and bruised, his head shaved and wrapped. The doctors had explained: subdural hemorrhage along with a small skull fracture. They were closely monitoring his intracranial pressure. MRI showed no brain damage, but he remained unconscious, which worried the doctors. According to the medical and police report, Vigor had arrived at the hospital in a semidelirious state. Before he slipped into a coma, he kept repeating one word in a frantic manner.



But what did that mean? Had Vigor known what had happened to the other priest? Or was it just delirium?

No one could ask him. He remained unresponsive.

Still, it bothered her. She had held his hand most of the day, squeezing it occasionally, praying for some sign of recovery. But his fingers remained lax, his skin cold, as if something vital had escaped his body, leaving only this shell behind.

What especially tortured Rachel was that she couldn’t help her uncle. Vigor had practically raised her, and he was the only real family she had left. So she had sat with him all day, only leaving her vigil to make the call to the United States.

Gray would be here by morning.

It was the only bit of good news in the past twenty-four hours. Though she couldn’t help Vigor medically, she could use her resources to discover the truth behind the attack.

At the moment, the investigation into the explosion at Saint Peter’s had turned into a multiagency quagmire, involving everyone from Italian intelligence services to Interpol and Europol. Everyone seemed to have come to the consensus that it was a terrorist attack. This assessment rose mainly from the postmortem mutilation of the dead priest’s body. A strange mark had been burned into his forehead.

Someone had definitely left a message. But what was that message and who had sent it? As of yet, no group had claimed responsibility.

Rachel knew the quickest way to discover the truth was to instigate her own investigation, something with a narrower focus, more surgical than the current chaos generated by the various agencies.

So she had called Gray. Though such a plea for help was awkward on a personal level, she recognized she would need Sigma’s global resources if she hoped to discover the truth. She also recognized that she couldn’t do this alone. She needed someone she could fully trust. She needed Gray.

But was the call to him more than just professional?

She pushed that last thought aside as she crossed the hospital parking garage. Reaching her small blue Mini Cooper, she climbed inside and set off across Rome. She left the top down, and the freshening breeze helped clear her head, until a trundling tour bus swooped ahead of her, belching fumes.

Rachel swung off the main thoroughfare and wound through smaller streets framed by shops, cafés, and restaurants. She had been planning to head over to her apartment, to rest and collect her thoughts before tomorrow, but instead her path wound on its own toward the Tiber River. After a few turns, the shining dome of Saint Peter’s rose into view on the far bank.

She continued to let traffic funnel her toward her goal. All of Vatican City had been closed to the public since the explosion. Even the pope had been shifted for security reasons to his summer residence at Castel Gandolfo. But all that failed to halt the flow of tourists and onlookers. If anything, curiosity had thickened the throngs.

Due to the congestion, it took Rachel an extra half hour to find a parking spot. By the time she reached the police barricade that cordoned off the famous square, full night had set in. Saint Peter’s Square was usually crowded with the pious and the raucous, but at the moment, it was nearly deserted. Only a few uniformed men patrolled among the columns and in the open piazza. One stood post at the foot of the Egyptian obelisk that rose in the center of the square. They all bore rifles on their shoulders.

Rachel showed her credentials at the barricade.

The policeman frowned. He was middle-aged, thick around the belly, and stood slightly bowlegged. The city police and the militarized carabinieri were not always on the best of terms.

Why are you here? he asked brusquely. Why does this attack concern the Carabinieri Tutela del Patrimonio Culturale?

It was a fair question. Her agency oversaw the theft of art and the black market trade in antiquities. It had nothing to do with domestic terrorism. She had not been authorized to be here. In fact, due to her connection with one of the victims, she had been specifically warned to keep her distance.

But she had to see the crime scene for herself.

Rachel cleared her throat and pointed forward. I’m here to catalog and document the site of the explosion, to verify that no art was stolen following the bombing.

So, secretarial work. His voice rippled with disdain. He added under his breath, No wonder they sent a woman.

Rachel refused to rise to the bait. She retrieved her credentials. If you’re done, it’s late and I have much work to do.

He shrugged and stepped aside, but just barely. She had to brush against him to pass. He leaned into her, pressing, trying to intimidate her with his bulk and size. Rachel knew this game. In an organization that was mostly a male fraternity, she was treated as either a threat or something to be conquered.

Anger flared, momentarily burning through her anxiety and worry. She pushed past the brute, but not before making sure her heel found the man’s instep. She ground down hard as she stepped past him.

He barked in surprise and hopped back.

Scusi, she apologized coldly and continued into the square without looking back.

Zoccola! he swore at her.

She ignored him as she crossed the empty piazza. To either side, the encircling arms of Bernini’s colonnades embraced her. She found her pace growing quicker as she passed the obelisk and fountains and continued toward the main doors to the basilica. Overhead, the breadth of Michelangelo’s dome glowed against the night sky.

Passing between the giant statues of Saint Peter and Saint Paul that stood guard before the basilica, she glanced at the inscription below the sword-bearing apostle Paul. In Hebrew, it read, I can do all things in Him who strengthens me. She couldn’t read Hebrew, but it had been her uncle Vigor who had taught her the words as a young girl. She took strength from both that message and the memory of her uncle.

With renewed determination, she climbed the steps to the entrance to Saint Peter’s. She found the doors unlocked. Crossing the church portico, she passed into the cavernous nave of the basilica. It stretched almost two hundred meters ahead of her. The church was dark except for a scatter of flickering votive candles, and at the far end of the nave the papal altar shone with the glow of portable sodium lamps. Even from here, Rachel made out the crisscross of crime tape.

The explosion took place in the apse, the area behind the main altar. She headed down the center aisle, ignoring the wealth of art, architecture, and history all around her. Her attention was focused on her goal.

Reaching the main altar, she stepped to the edge of the crime scene. At this hour, the area was deserted. Over the past two days, the investigators and experts had gone over the site with their evidence bags, brushes, swabs, tubes, and vials of chemicals. It was already known that the explosive charge was a dense form of heptanitrocubane, a new class of powerful energetics.

A shiver passed through Rachel as she stared down at the scorched marble. It was the only sign left of the actual attack. Even the blood had been cleaned off. But the floor was still marked with tape, displaying splatter patterns and estimating force trajectories of the blast. On the far side of the apse, a chalk outline marked where Father Marco Giovanni’s

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  • (5/5)
    As usual Sigma manages to get into, and out of, more impossible situations than anyone can keep track of. Exciting, thrilling, good reading!
  • (4/5)
    I enjoy the way that Rollins writes but I find the entire Sigma Force versus The Guild annoying. It reminds me of the old TV show Get Smart. Having two agencies fighting each other tooth and nail yet being totally secret and unknown to the general population is fine when played for comedy, but it's difficult to take seriously.In Doomsday Key there's multiple times when military jets and helicopters attack our intrepid heroes, and this force is projected on multiple continents and in public areas...but nobody seems to realize that The Guild exists. Hmmm.Despite that I really enjoyed the book. Rollins takes on a lot of heavy topics like plague, global warming, over population, genetically modified food, and even the disappearance of honey bees---and wraps it all in a novel that uses religion and ancient explorers to explain things.The action sequences are a lot of fun, albeit a mite over the top every now and then, but the tech trappings that comprise the plot are the real attraction here. Rollins does a great job fitting all those threats and dangers listed above into a credible plot. He even gives sources at the end of the book for those that want to explore the topics in greater detail. Great stuff.
  • (4/5)
    This is the first and only book of this series that I have read, therefore plopping me in the middle of some ongoing plots.The main characters work for a secret U.S. Intelligence/Military organization called Sigma Force. The bad guys work for a secret evil military/terrorist organization known as the Guild. The technology displayed in the book was a little advanced compared to current technology, but at no point was the technology a deciding factor. The plot: a priest/archeologist finds the clue to a cure of an ancient plague. The priest is murdered, but not before he could get the clue to an ally of the good agency Meanwhile there is an organization that wants to shrink the population of the earth, through any means possible. Thus a race is started to find the legendary Doomsday Key, stretching from the British Islands to Norway and France, Sigma Force works on finding the key. The Guild works on stopping them and acquiring the Key for themselves. An enjoyable read, the characters are standard adventure book types. The action is crisp and not overdone with military fetishes.The puzzle itself is a clever link between a few legends and ancient symbols. The book nicely sets up a continuation of the underlying stories, but all plot-lines in the book are concluded satisfactorily.
  • (3/5)
    So, there's another think tank club in this one, The Club of Rome (and of course there also happens to be a club within that club too). In this book another thing that's featured is the giant seed vault that's supposed to collect every seed in the world eventually.I thought that was the most interesting part of the book, the stuff that went on around that part of the story. There was also another, 'we're (Gray et al) being chased while trying to solve an unsolvable riddle' story that took place mostly in the UK. But it was a bit predictable.On the other hand we do find out a bit more about The Guild, which is nice. I was wondering if we'd ever learn anything about it or if it would just continue to be the 'evil company' like in Get Smart.With the Guild being in the book, there was lots of Seichan drama and even some Rachel Verona drama as well.And then there was the ending. I usually am not a fan of cliff hanger endings. Even if a book is in a series it should also be its own entity. And I especially didn't like cliffhangers of the romance variety, most seem fake and forced, but, this cliffhanger ending seemed to work, and wasn't too bad at all. I liked it. I guess we'll learn which 'she' Gray was with in his place in the next book.
  • (5/5)
    Another winner--why do I even doubt? Yes, I doubted, very briefly. I'm ashamed. It's not that The Doomsday Key doesn't start off in a readable and totally entertaining manner. It really does. Rollins has what he does down to a science by now. He quickly reintroduces the main players (a few of whom we haven't seen in a while: Rachel Verona and Seichan) and establishes their relationships with each other. In addition to the ladies above, all the main Sigma players make their appearance, but as usual not all of them are heavily featured on this adventure. Seichan fans rejoice, she has a major role and experiences tremendous character development in this novel. After the characters are reestablished, (again, as you'd expect) the action starts. A motorcycle chase here, a shootout there, a dash of international travel. Now, I love James Rollins with all my heart, but these opening salvos--while very well-written--felt a little... generic. My moment of doubt. Happily, it didn't last long. Once Rollins set the main plot in motion, all such thoughts vanished. Seriously, WHAT was I thinking? For me, things really kicked into high gear with the introduction of a new character, Professor Wallace Boyle, whose lecture on peat bogs thrilled me to my soul. I know, peat bogs, who'd a thunk it? But again, that's Rollins' gift. He must look at the world through curiosity-colored glasses; he can find the wonder in the most unlikely of places and subjects. And even more brilliantly, he manages to string together a laundry list of disparate fascinating topics into the plot of a tight, tense thriller. And he does it again and again. I know I'm being very, very vague about the plot. It would be a shame to give too much away. The central plot revolves around a plague from the past and a plague of the future: hunger. As characters in the novel expound, there will soon be a tipping point where there are far too many people on this planet to feed. Who gets to choose who lives or who dies? If you had the power and resources to make the hard choices, what would you do "to save the world?" And would you be a hero or a villain? It is the exploring of the above questions that entails ancient artifacts, hidden rooms, booby traps, prophecies come true, missing bumble bees, miracle-performing saints, love triangles, the final resting place of Merlin the wizard, polar bears, teddy bears, and the world's healthiest apple. And I didn't even give you a hint of the real shocker! A lot of thrillers make the goal, save the world, whatever, and end abruptly. Not so here. There was a nice... cooling down period after the action ended. It's a chance to check in with all the major characters, and a chance for Rollins to leave us with another of his signature cliff-hangers. This one isn't as brutal as some he's written, but those invested in the series will be left with a question to keep them wondering for the coming year. A final note: Is it wrong that the author's afterwards have become my very favorite part of these novels? This may be the longest one yet (And for God's sake, DON'T read it before you finish the book!), and I am staggered by how much true stuff was worked into the novel. I mean, pretty much every too-amazing-to-be-true fact was, in fact, true. James Rollins, you rock my world!
  • (4/5)
    I really enjoyed this book as it dealt with several historical mysteries.
  • (4/5)
    A dead geneticist at Princeton, a dead Vatican archaeologist in St. Peter’s Basilica, and a dead aid worker in Ghana who happens to be the son of a US Senator. In every case, a Druidic cross is burned into the flesh of the victim. Gray Pierce and Sigma Force are called into the investigation from two different angles, and end up in deep.This is the fifth book in James Rollins’ Sigma Force series. I haven’t read the other books, so I wasn’t sure how I would like this one; five books in isn’t the best place to start a new series, after all. But The Doomsday Key is an outstanding thriller that I would recommend to anyone.There are hints in the book of past plot-lines, and surely there are some spoilers mixed in, so if you really want to read the other books in the series, I’d recommend you read them first. But there’s really nothing in this book that would prohibit a newcomer from picking it up and enjoying it. That’s not something you can say about most thriller series books.Rollins’ writing is strong; the plot is tight, even when there are two or three different plot-lines going on at the same time, you aren’t really distracted, and you don’t have trouble keeping track of who is where and what’s going on in each. It helps that each plot-line is very closely related to the others, even though it’s not obvious to the characters at the beginning of the book. This is an outstanding beach book — in fact, the cover of my ARC is a little weathered because it got a bit damp while I was on the beach.One of the things you don’t always get in a thriller is good characterization. Rollins’ characters in The Doomsday Key aren’t as deep as characters in fine literature, but they are far more developed than in most thrillers you’ll read. That’s the advantage of a series.Rollins doesn’t assume that readers have read all the other Sigma Force books, which I appreciated. Of course, he’s also banking on them wanting to read the other Sigma Force books once they’re done with this one. And in that respect he is correct; I will at the very least paying a visit to my local library in the very near future to catch up on the past exploits of Commander Gray Pierce and Sigma Force.
  • (4/5)
    The Doomsday Key was better than the last few Sigma Force novels becuase it relied more on science (even if perhaps fantastic science) and less on the supernatural. My disbelief didn't need to be suspended quite as much. The biggest drawback to these Sigma Force novels is that two of the protagonists appear to be nothing more than carbon copies of each other. Nevertheless, I found the 'scavenger hunt' puzzles to be interesting and the action was exciting.The passing reference to Scot Harvath (protagonist in Brad Thor's novels) was cute (especially as I'd just finished the newest Thor novel a few days earlier).
  • (4/5)
    It's always nice to revisit the Sigma Force gang, and this was a solid outing with some pretty cool scientific and historical underpinnings. And while I know that it's practically a requirement for a thriller to have some crazy and over-the-top plot elements, I wish that this series would fight the trend a bit more, as Rollins's work is far more than just mindless fluff, and I hate to see him giving any ammo (pun sort of intended) to those who live to denigrate the genre. In fact, the crazy (and entirely unnecessary) plot elements had ensured a three-star rating until the very nice twist at the end, which took me completely by surprise and served as a game changer for one of the characters. And yes, someone really needs to get Kowalski a teddy bear.
  • (4/5)
    This is the first James Rollins book I’ve read, and I must say It was a fabulous read. Even though this books runs in a series, it still stands alone and I had no problem understanding or following the characters. The way the story ended bothered me just a little, but other than that, inside the covers was a great place for my mind to inhabit a world full of spies, secret guilds, murder, intrigue, espionage , along with nonstop action. Every chapter ends by parking your imagination on the edge of suspense. It was really a roller coaster thrill ride for me and I highly recommend the book if you like a great 007 type of international good vs evil action story. James Rollins has won over a new fan and I now look forward to reading some of his other works!
  • (3/5)
    Good read, interesting weave of details that all come together in the end
  • (4/5)
    One of the best Rollins novel thus far. This novel is part of the Sigma Force Series. As usual Rollins blends history, science, and thrilling writing to create an exciting page turner. In this novel he has given the main & recurring characters depth. One of the main Characters Siechan has grown tremendously, however some of the other characters seemed a little flat. This novel compared to Rollins other novels contain more real world scientific facts & ideas that showcases a growing problem:Over Population.....Overall, if you like real world problems/history/science....this is the novel for you....As usal Rollins makes history/science fun and exciting to read....A great "real world scary" kind of book....
  • (3/5)
    Scientists cum superheroes Sigma Force explore the myths behind the Domesday book and the conspiracy behind GM crops in their latest caper. Often reading more like a film script than a novel the action is non-stop yet often predictable. Yes, the characters are likeable and it never felt like any of them were in genuine peril, which makes the story seem very "safe,"Rollins needs to shake things up a bit in the next instalment to keep me interested.
  • (5/5)
    The Doomsday Key by James Rollins is the sixth book in the Sigma Force series, reading the previous books is not required to understand or to enjoy the book. This is my first book by Rollins and I enjoyed it so much I read the last half in a single evening. As a matter of fact I plan on reading the rest of the series since I really enjoyed this one.Sigma Force is a special black ops group that has a very wide range of skills and duties, similar to 'Mission: Impossible'. This time 2 separate and seemingly unrelated incidents peak Sigma’s interest for different reasons, discovering they are very much related and are only the tip of the iceberg. Someone has found an ancient biological weapon and has plans for it’s dissemination, all they need to do is find an antidote to protect those chosen. Sigma Force gets tangled up in the plot while trying to figure out who’s doing what and why.The book was an exciting fast-paced ride that started on page 10 after an easy introduction and didn’t stop to let anyone off. As a matter of fact, it kept picking up speed until the end. Helping keep the pace, the chapters were relatively short and each chapter was broken down into sections with time stamps as we jumped back and forth between different groups doing things concurrently. I thought it was well put together and really enjoyed the story. It captured my attention and didn’t let it go. I highly recommend for those who enjoy spy thrillers of the action kind.
  • (5/5)
    I’m not sure why I waited so long to read this book. Normally when a new Rollins is released I’m at the store the same day. Perhaps it was because I was afraid the goodness couldn’t last forever, but I should have had better faith in Mr. Rollins. The Doomsday Key was fabulous. It contains all the necessary ingredients for a successful smörgåsbord of action-adventure-thriller-suspense entertainment. There are certain criteria you need for an endeavor like this: the good guys, the bad guys, comedic relief (oh, Kowalski), conspiracy rooted in historical truth (popes and prophecies), gunfights and explosions, caves, caves that cave in, a deadly disease, a finger in a leather bag with ancient symbols burned on the outside, a good dosing of betrayal, some stone circles and smelly peat bogs, oh and a few cliffhangers thrown in for good measure. It’s all here! This time around, Sigma is back to work with a shadowy double agent operative named Seichan who also works with the Guild (see: bad guys). We still don’t know if Seichan is true to us (and by us I mean Sigma, of course) or if she’s just out for her own benefit. Either way, if Commander Gray Pierce doesn’t work with her, the whole world could be taken over by a nasty spore; a fungus that grows mushrooms inside of you.Yeah, gross. Doomsday is the sixth Sigma novel, and it could be my favorite. Sometimes after the first few books in a series an author teeters out, the books become formulaic and predictable, but Doomsday is none of these. This one is more mature than its predecessors; I even got teary at one point toward the end. Not to mention there was so much information related to true historical facts that my head was spinning, and I came out the other side smarter for it. Google Saint Malachy and his prophecies, or the legend of the Black Madonna, or colony collapse disorder, and you’ll see what I mean; but you won’t understand how they all go together until you read this book. It really makes you think… if the facts and details used to make a plot are real, what if Rollins’ theories as put down in fiction are actually true? And that, that right there, is why I love his books. I suggest you run your person out to the closest book store and start with Sandstorm (Sigma prequel) and work your way up from there.5 stars. His next book is not Sigma, but I love his individual adventures too, so I can’t wait for the Altar of Eden on December 29.
  • (5/5)
    I thoroughly enjoyed this book as I have all of the Sigma Force series. As always, the pace is fast, the history and science fascinating and the characters compelling. My favorite kind of read! I highly recommend the book to anyone who enjoys a page turner that keeps you on the edge of your seat.Princeton University, a famed geneticist dies inside a biohazard lab. In Rome, a Vatican archaeologist is found dead in St. Peter's Basilica. In Africa, a U.S. senator's son is slain outside a Red Cross camp. The three murders on three continents bear a horrifying connection: all the victims are marked by a Druidic pagan cross burned into their flesh.The bizarre murders thrust Commander Gray Pierce and Sigma Force into a race against time to solve a riddle going back centuries, to a ghastly crime against humanity hidden within a cryptic medieval codex. The first clue is discovered inside a mummified corpse buried in an English peat bog--a gruesome secret that threatens America and the world.Aided by two women from his past--one his exlover, the other his new partner--Gray must piece together the horrifying truth. But the revelations come at a high cost, and to save the future, Gray will have to sacrifice one of the women at his side. That alone might not be enough, as the true path to salvation is revealed in a dark prophecy of doom.Sigma Force confronts humankind's greatest threat in an adventure that races from the Roman Coliseum to the icy peaks of Norway, from the ruins of medieval abbeys to the lost tombs of Celtic kings. The ultimate nightmare is locked within a talisman buried by a dead saint--an ancient artifact known as the Doomsday Key.
  • (5/5)
    I chose this book as it was an intriguing idea to me to marry facts and early history with a fabled story. I wanted to see how well the author could mesh things together. I was pleasantly surprised and read the entire book on my week's vacation. It was a compelling read.This will make a good dude film, lots of action, explosions, etc. (I'm not a dude but am married to one. I have him reading it now).This was my first Sigma Force read, and I would read the others. The book was fast paced and the character developments were such that I could immediately like the 'hero's'. Seichan was well-developed as well; I liked her, I hated her and also felt pity for her.
  • (5/5)
    Fast paced, topical and just as much fun as the previous installments. A worthy successor to Michael Crichton when in comes to science-inspired thrillers.
  • (4/5)
    I think this is my favorite of his Sigma Force. I love the way Gray can figure things out, I love the action. The Celtic twist was interesting. Can't wait for the next one.
  • (5/5)
    This is to the agriculture market what the DaVinci Code was to religion! This is a great piece of faction (fictionalized non-fiction) and documented as well. It will make you think twice about eating anything even organic. Why? because it it now about the production of seed. So even if you buy seed and farm organically, if the seed is enhanced or mutated, then what are you getting? Well written and made me read to the very end.
  • (4/5)
    My thanks to the Amazon Vine program through which I received this book. There is never a dull moment in this latest installment of the Sigma Force series. The action ranges from Africa to Rome, Norway, the British Isles and France and never lets up. It is another "ripping good yarn" for fans of Rollins and his superhero-like team of good guys, Sigma Force. brief summary, no spoilers Jason Gorman, the son of a US Senator, is in Africa working on the experimental farm project sponsored by his father. On the farm were fields of genetically-modified corn, and the experiment was successful. But out of nowhere, the Red Cross camp where he is staying is attacked and Jason is killed, but not before firing off an email to his father letting him know what's happening. Attached to that email -- research files. Because of the death of the senator's son, Sigma Force gets involved. But of course, there's always more... the death of a priest, an attack on Rachel's uncle in Rome, the death of a geneticist at Princeton...and everywhere, the same strange sign is branded into the victims. As Sigma uncovers each individual layer of the mystery of who is behind all of this and why, more mysteries pop up, eventually leading the team to look for their answers not in the present, but back in time to the Britain of the Domesday Book and beyond. There are twists and turns everywhere, and the action is nonstop.Rollins takes known fact, some speculative/conspiracy theory and a lot of science and weaves it into his story. I most enjoyed the historical background of the book; beyond that, the book is high-level action and very fast paced, a cross between Indiana Jones movies, modern conspiracy fiction and a spy novel complete with a shadowy evil organization plotting against the good guys. This book, like the rest of the Sigma Force books, are fun escape reads, the kind where you have to sort of suspend your disbelief for the few hours it takes to get through it. I think that the reader is better served by starting with book one and making your way through the series, because there are parts where you'll want to know what came before. I'm much more of a plot or character person than a reader of adventure/action fiction, so at times the shootouts, killings, bombings and seemed a bit overwhelming. Then again, that's what action/adventure readers look for with these books. I'd recommend it to those type of readers, and to people wondering if they should continue in the series. Overall -- just a bit of fun for a few hours, so sit back, relax and enjoy the ride. Don't take it too seriously's just fun. I don't read many of these types of books, but I can always depend on Rollins when I need some escape time.
  • (4/5)
    The Doomsday Key is another solid entry in the Sigma Force series. There's yet another grand conspiracy, betrayals within betrayals, bad guys where you least expect them, good guys where you least expect them, and so on.The plot, which seem to be a derivative of any number of similar novels, is somewhat redeemed by the good writing.Sigma Force novels seem to take to an extreme the plot device of scrappy underdogs versus what would usually be overwhelming force. A couple of Sigma Force guys with a empty gun against helicopters of Guild henchman? No problem! If Sigma Force had been stationed at Thermopylae, they apparently could have defeated a Persian force ten times greater, in addition to curing hunger and disease between attacks.
  • (4/5)
    The Doomsday Key by James Rollins ( A Sigma Force Novel)
    Painter Crowe and his associates from Sigma Force, Gray and Monk, along with Rachel, an Italian detective, and Seichan, “former” Guild member, try to track down some substance kept hidden for centuries, but referred to in The Domesday Book produced for William, King of England, also known as William the Conqueror, in the eleventh century. The book hurtles from Italy to Scandinavia, with side trips involving Scotland and Wales, but culminating in action in an old abbey in France. It is non-stop action with warring factions appearing to have access to tremendous levels of resources. Needless to say there are plenty of puzzles to be solved, traps to be avoided and physical dangers to be faced. It is never easy to know exactly who is on the side of good apart from the Sigma Force members, but this leads to some very interesting scenarios. Read very quickly.
    4.5 stars.
  • (4/5)
    This is one of my favorite books because of how well it was researched. It seemed everything in it was true even if it wasn't. I've never heard of the Slavbard Global Seed Vault, and it might not exist but it was described so well it seemed real. At sometimes the story was confusing, like when they're trying to explain all the bio-genetics, but other than that, I really liked the novel. I recommend this book to anyone who likes action.
  • (5/5)
     I really love James Rollin's books. I love how he takes a historical tidbit of information and connects it to a slice of science, mixes it all together with a lot of adventure and a dash of romance and voilà!; I'm ready for an enjoyable read~I also love how he points out the facts and the fiction at the end of his stories; more than once I have gotten lost on the internet satisfying my curiosity regarding the history/science he calls to attention there.I think he does a great job with his protagonists, I find most to be really interesting and fleshed out. Sigma Force is a recurring theme in many of his stories and it adds another layer of interest for me, taking the adventure to the next level.Rollin's novels are every bit as enjoyable to me as a big screen summer blockbuster; think I'll go get some popcorn~
  • (4/5)
    A somewhat guilty pleasure of an adventure/suspense novel, with the Sigma Force crew trying to prevent a biological apocalypse from an ancient plague which dark forces are trying to bring back. It feels like I've read several books with this theme, but it has the virtue of being a fast read, fast-paced, and fast to fade from memory. It's like good junk food.
  • (3/5)
    Rollins' Sigma Force novels are action-adventure stories based on science, but taking that science well beyond established bounds. That's ok, the what-if-it's-true feeling you get from them is part of the fun. It doesn't hurt that the action is non-stop and the heroes are enjoyable. So what if they're essentially all the same book and major characters are clones of one another? I manage to enjoy four Lethal Weapon and who knows how many Schwarzenegger movies that have the same problem. If action/adventure/thriller is your thing, you'll likely enjoy Rollins.Doomsday Key is better than the previous couple of books in the series. The plot's a bit more science-y and less hinting at the supernatural than earlier ones. The prose and the characters didn't disappoint, and the bit of a plot twist at the end sets up the next book nicely. Rollins is definitely a good antidote to the technical reading I've been doing for work lately!
  • (4/5)
    Best Rollins yet (haven't read his latest one). Great story, and the characters finally have begun to really develop and set up for future novels in the Sigma Force series. I especially like the love/hate relationship between Pierce and Seichan, mortal enemies but seem to need each other in weird, twisted, adventure novel sort of ways.
  • (5/5)
    James Rollins just can't write a bad book and this one is no exception. [The Doomsday Key] a word...FABULOUS! It contains all the necessary ingredients for a breath taking adventure. There are certain ingredients you need to produce an endeavor like this...some good guys...some the bad guys...some really bad guys...some comedic relief, for that we have Kowalski...a lot of conspiracy...some historical truths...some gunfights and explosions...caves...caves that cave in...bogs and bodies...a deadly disease... a finger in a leather bag...a good helping of betrayal...a smidgen of romance...and some stone circles. Mix together with a heaping helping of cliffhangers...and a sweet, cute dog and some not so sweet but equally cute, polar bears...and you have it all right here. Sit and enjoy.
  • (5/5)
    Sigma Force confronts humankind's greatest threat, world hunger. This was an exciting adventure which took us to the Roman Coliseum to the icy peaks of Norway to the lost tombs of Celtic kings in search of a talisman, the Doomsday Day key, which was buried by a dead saint. Most chapters ended with a cliffhanger which kept the pages turning. This book had it all - history, mystery, prophecy, religion and science with lots of action in between. James Rollins is an excellent writing and I look forward to reading the next book in the Sigma Force series. I would highly recommend this series to adventure lovers.