Vince Flynn

Vincent Joseph Flynn (April 6, 1966 – June 19, 2013) was an American author of political thriller novels featuring the fictional assassin Mitch Rapp. He was a story consultant for the fifth season of the television series 24.

Consent to Kill (2005)

 * "Easy doesn't factor into it for me, Senator. I'm talking about right and wrong." - Rapp


 * This was, after all, the country of Napoleon, who had once dominated all of Europe. In less than a century they had gone from one of the world's preeminent powers to a country incapable of putting up a fight.


 * "I have no doubt you could find someone who would take the job for a million and a half, and I also have no doubt that Monsieur Rapp would kill that man before he got anywhere near him." - Gould

"You're kidding...right?" Rapp looked at him like he'd lost his mind. "Well... nothing recently. I mean for Christ's sake, we're on the same team. Aren't we?"
 * "Hold on a minute. We haven't done anything wrong."


 * "I hope no one around here got any paper cuts while I was out getting shot and stabbed." - Rapp


 * He was wearing jeans, hiking boots, and a black Mountain Hard-wear fleece jacket. He had a large black rubber dive watch on his right wrist, his hair was dark and shaggy, and although he was a good seventy-five pounds lighter than the FBI agent, McMahon had no doubt the little scrapper could kill him without breaking a sweat. This guy was Special Forces from head to toe.

Coleman started to answer, and then McMahon put his and out and cut him off. "Never mind," the agent said. "I don't want to know. Do I?" Coleman shrugged. "It wasn't like I was going to give you his real name."
 * "Who's your friend?"

"He's the best sniper I've ever seen. He can track anything." "He works for you now?" "Yep." "Lovely. God, I hope you don't end up with the FBI on your doorstep someday." "You and I both."
 * "Who the hell is he?" asked McMahon.


 * Rapp again noted the poor tactics and discipline, and asked himself, "Who in the hell are these clowns?"

"He is now," Tayyib said, not trying to be funny.
 * "Waheed? Rashind said in utter disbelief. "That cannot be. He is dead."

"I don't know," growled an angry Abel. "Mitch Rapp." Abel stopped pacing. "How? That's impossible." "Apparently not."
 * "Who do you think?"

Claudia looked away and swallowed hard.
 * "Because I am not a coward. Because I don't have other people do my work for me. I do it face to face. I don't blow up houses and kill innocent bystanders."