Tom Clancy - Tom Clancys Jack Ryan, Books 7-12

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Number-one bestselling author Tom Clancy takes a bold, incisive look at what our nations leaders are calling the new world order. The time and place: a world at peace, where yesterdays enemies are tomorrows allies. The players: Jack Ryan as the new U.S. Presidents National Security Advisor, and his CIA colleagues, John Clark and Domingo Chavez. The crisis: a shocking chain of events in which the wages of peace are as fully complexand devastatingas those of war.

THE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER
RED STORM RISING
PATRIOT GAMES
THE CARDINAL OF THE KREMLIN
CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER
THE SUM OF ALL FEARS
WITHOUT REMORSE
DEBT OF HONOR
EXECUTIVE ORDERS
RAINBOW SIX
THE BEAR AND THE DRAGON
RED RABBIT
THE TEETH OF THE TIGER

SSN: STRATEGIES OF SUBMARINE WARFARE

SUBMARINE: A GUIDED TOUR INSIDE A NUCLEAR WARSHIP
ARMORED CAV: A GUIDED TOUR OF AN ARMORED CAVALRY REGIMENT
FIGHTER WING: A GUIDED TOUR OF AN AIR FORCE COMBAT WING
MARINE: A GUIDED TOUR OF A MARINE EXPEDITIONARY UNIT
AIRBORNE: A GUIDED TOUR OF AN AIRBORNE TASK FORCE
CARRIER: A GUIDED TOUR OF AN AIRCRAFT CARRIER
SPECIAL FORCES: A GUIDED TOUR OF U.S. ARMY SPECIAL FORCES

INTO THE STORM: A STUDY IN COMMAND
(written with General Fred Franks, Jr., Ret., and Tony Koltz)

EVERY MAN A TIGER
(written with General Charles Horner, Ret., and Tony Koltz)

SHADOW WARRIORS: INSIDE THE SPECIAL FORCES
(written with General Carl Stiner, Ret., and Tony Koltz)

BATTLE READY
(written with General Tony Zinni, Ret., and Tony Koltz)

TOM CLANCYS SPLINTER CELL
TOM CLANCYS SPLINTER CELL: OPERATION BARRACUDA
TOM CLANCYS SPLINTER CELL: CHECKMATE
TOM CLANCYS SPLINTER CELL: FALLOUT

TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: MIRROR IMAGE
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: GAMES OF STATE
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: ACTS OF WAR
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: BALANCE OF POWER
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: STATE OF SIEGE
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: DIVIDE AND CONQUER
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: LINE OF CONTROL
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: MISSION OF HONOR
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: SEA OF FIRE
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: CALL TO TREASON
TOM CLANCYS OP-CENTER: WAR OF EAGLES

TOM CLANCYS NET FORCE

TOM CLANCYS NET FORCE: HIDDEN AGENDAS
TOM CLANCYS NET FORCE: NIGHT MOVES
TOM CLANCYS NET FORCE: BREAKING POINT
TOM CLANCYS NET FORCE: POINT OF IMPACT
TOM CLANCYS NET FORCE: CYBERNATION
TOM CLANCYS NET FORCE: STATE OF WAR
TOM CLANCYS NET FORCE: CHANGING OF THE GUARD
TOM CLANCYS NET FORCE: SPRINGBOARD
TOM CLANCYS NET FORCE: THE ARCHIMEDES EFFECT

TOM CLANCYS POWER PLAYS: POLITIKA
TOM CLANCYS POWER PLAYS: RUTHLESS.COM
TOM CLANCYS POWER PLAYS: SHADOW WATCH
TOM CLANCYS POWER PLAYS: BIO-STRIKE
TOM CLANCYS POWER PLAYS: COLD WAR
TOM CLANCYS POWER PLAYS: CUTTING EDGE
TOM CLANCYS POWER PLAYS: ZERO HOUR
TOM CLANCYS POWER PLAYS: WILD CARD

A mans character is his fate

Carter and Wox for the procedures,
Russ, again, for the physics,
Tom, Paul, and Bruce for the worlds best cartography,
Keith for the airmans perspective on it,
Tony for the attitude,
Piola and her friends on Saipan for local color,
And Sandy for one hell of a ride in a snake.

In retrospect, it would seem an odd way to start a war. Only one of the participants knew what was really happening, and even that was a coincidence. The property settlement had been moved up on the calendar due to a death in the attorneys family, and so the attorney was scheduled for a red-eye flight, two hours from now, to Hawaii.

It was Mr. Yamatas first property closing on American soil. Though he owned many properties in the continental United States, the actual title transfer had always been handled by other attorneys, invariably American citizens, who had done precisely what they had been paid to do, generally with oversight by one of Mr. Yamatas employees. But not this time. There were several reasons for it. One was that the purchase was personal and not corporate. Another was that it was close, only two hours by private jet from his home. Mr. Yamata had told the settlement attorney that the property would be used for a weekend getaway house. With the astronomical price of real estate in Tokyo, he could buy several hundred acres for the price of a modestly large penthouse apartment in his city of residence. The view from the house he planned to build on the promontory would be breathtaking, a vista of the blue Pacific, other islands of the Marianas Archipelago in the distance, air as clean as any on the face of the earth. For all those reasons Mr. Yamata had offered a princely fee, and done so with a charming smile.

And for one reason more.

The various documents slid clockwise around the circular table, stopping at each chair so that signatures could be affixed at the proper place, marked with yellow Post-it notes, and then it was time for Mr. Yamata to reach into his coat pocket and withdraw an envelope. He took out the check and handed it to the attorney.

Thank you, sir, the lawyer said in a respectful voice, as Americans always did when money was on the table. It was remarkable how money made them do anything. Until three years before, the purchase of land here by a Japanese citizen would have been illegal, but the right lawyer, and the right case, and the right amount of money had fixed that, too. The title transfer will be recorded this afternoon.

Yamata looked at the seller with a polite smile and a nod, then he rose and left the building. A car was waiting outside. Yamata got in the front passenger seat and motioned peremptorily for the driver to head off. The settlement was complete, and with it the need for charm.

Like most Pacific islands, Saipan is of volcanic origin. Immediately to the east is the Marianas Trench, a chasm fully seven miles deep where one geological plate dives under another. The result is a collection of towering cone-shaped mountains, of which the islands themselves are merely the tips. The Toyota Land Cruiser followed a moderately smooth road north, winding around Mount Achugao and the Mariana Country Club toward Marpi Point. There it stopped.

Yamata alighted from the vehicle, his gaze resting on some farm structures that would soon be erased, but instead of walking to the building site for his new house, he headed toward the rocky edge of the cliff. Though a man in his early sixties, his stride was strong and purposeful as he moved across the uneven field. If it had been a farm, then it had been a poor one, he saw, inhospitable to life. As this place had been, more than once, and from more than one cause.