Shadow Watch: Power Plays 03
Tom Clancy, Jerome Preisler
Language: English
Pages: 372
ISBN: B001QL5MG4
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The year is 2001, and American businessman Roger Gordian has extended his reach into space. His company has become the principal contractor in the design and manufacture of Orion, a multinational space station.
But the launch of a shuttle carrying parts for the station is sabotaged. Mysterious guerrilla attacks occur at the manufacturing facilities in Brazil and Kazakhstan. And Gordian's deepest fears are confirmed...
The Orion project has been targeted by an international terrorist whose criminal enterprises thrive on violence and political instability. Harlan De Vane's goal is to cripple Gordian's intelligence and security tean, while stowing a high-powered electromagnetic pulse generator aboard Orion--a state-of-the-art weapon with the capacity to throw every major American city into chaos...
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within an elite created for antiterrorist operations,” he said. “And that’s just for openers.” “Pete—” Nimec cut him short. “After leaving the military in’94 you joined the Boston police, earned your first-class detective shield in record time. Worked deep cover with the Organized Crime Task Force, an assignment for which you were particularly well-suited because of your experiences with ST 6, where one of your special areas of expertise was infiltration techniques. Upon conclusion of a major
in your fist and unsuccessfully attempting to insert it between hard slabs of pectoral muscle once, twice, and again before finally making a clean entry, then drawing out the plunger and getting a rush of warm, moist air in your face as the pocket that had formed around the lungs decompressed, was nobody’s idea of a picnic—as the young doctor who had been hastily summoned on duty tonight, and who was now toiling away over Rollie Thibodeau here in the ISS facility’s critical-care unit, trying to
reference, he glanced at his wrist-mounted diving compass for its coordinates. The reflection could have been from some shards of glass that had washed ashore, or a beer can or bottle discarded by a fisherman who had stopped on the island for a solitary lunch. But just in case it wasn’t, the big hunk of rock made as perfect a landmark as he could have wanted. After lowering anchor, and paying out rope until it was fast and the skiff was head to wind, Dex yawned, stretched, then reached into
see that he was trying not to wince. “C’mon, now, enough a’ the gory details,” he said, settling back. “How ‘bout we get to what’s in the bag an’ my offer of marriage? Contingent, as I mentioned, on that sauce.” Megan smiled again. “Both of them in a minute, I promise.” She leaned closer, extending her hand over the rail to touch his arm. “Doctors treating you okay?” “I guess,” he said. “Except for their pokin’ and prod-din’.” “Which is what they get paid to do,” she said. “You’ve had one
precisely regulated. Remember the Hindenberg.” “Which means exactly what regarding Orion?” Nimec asked. “Getting back to the shuttle-to-ground communications record, it’s apparent that a problem developed with the flow of liquid hydrogen fuel,” Annie said, her face solemn. “Again, this is information that’s been very widely circulated in the media, so I doubt I’m saying anything you don’t already know. One of the last things Jim . . . Colonel Rowland . . . said to the controller was that LH2
