Tom Clancy's Net Force: 1 - Brossura

Perry, Steve

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ISBN 10: 0425161722 ISBN 13: 9780425161722

Casa editrice: Berkley, 1999

Riassunto

The assassination of the director of Net Force hurtles Deputy Director Alex Michaels into the perilous world of international intrigue as he confronts a deadly gang of cyber-terrorists who are sabotaging mainframe computers across the country, leaving chaos and death in their wake. Original. TV tie-in.

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A little more than thirty years ago Tom Clancy was a Maryland insurance broker with a passion for naval history. Years before, he had been an English major at Baltimore’s Loyola College and had always dreamed of writing a novel. His first effort, The Hunt for Red October, sold briskly as a result of rave reviews, then catapulted onto the New York Times bestseller list after President Reagan pronounced it “the perfect yarn.” From that day forward, Clancy established himself as an undisputed master at blending exceptional realism and authenticity, intricate plotting, and razor-sharp suspense. He passed away in October 2013.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Acknowledgements

 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

 

EPILOGUE

THE BESTSELLING NOVELS OF TOM CLANCY

RED RABBIT

 

Tom Clancy returns to Jack Ryan’s early days—in an extraordinary novel of global political drama . . .

 

“A wild, satisfying ride.”

—New York Daily News

 

THE BEAR AND THE DRAGON

 

A clash of world powers. President Jack Ryan’s trial by fire . . .

 

“Heart-stopping action . . . Clancy still reigns.”

—The Washington Post

 

 

RAINBOW SIX

 

John Clark is used to doing the CIA’s dirty work. Now he’s taking on the world . . .

 

“Action-packed.”

—The New York Times Book Review

 

EXECUTIVE ORDERS

 

A devastating terrorist act leaves Jack Ryan as president of the United States ...

 

“Undoubtedly Clancy’s best yet.”

—The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

 

DEBT OF HONOR

 

It begins with the murder of an American woman in the back streets of Tokyo. It ends in war . . .

 

“A shocker.”

—Entertainment Weekly

 

THE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER

 

The smash bestseller that launched Clancy’s career—the incredible search for a Soviet defector and the nuclear submarine he commands . . .

 

 

“Breathlessly exciting.”

—The Washington Post

 

RED STORM RISING

 

The ultimate scenario for World War III—the final battle for global control . . .

 

“The ultimate war game . . . brilliant.”

—Newsweek

 

PATRIOT GAMES

 

CIA analyst Jack Ryan stops an assassination—and incurs the wrath of Irish terrorists . . .

 

“A high pitch of excitement.”

—The Wall Street Journal

 

THE CARDINAL OF THE KREMLIN

 

The superpowers race for the ultimate Star Wars missile defense system . . .

 

“Cardinal excites, illuminates . . . a real page-turner.”

—Los Angeles Daily News

 

CLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER

 

The killing of three U.S. officials in Colombia ignites the American government’s explosive, and top secret, response . . .

 

“A crackling good yarn.”

—The Washington Post

 

THE SUM OF ALL FEARS

 

The disappearance of an Israeli nuclear weapon threatens the balance of power in the Middle East—and around the world . . .

 

“Clancy at his best . . . not to be missed.”

—The Dallas Morning News

 

WITHOUT REMORSE

 

The Clancy epic fans have been waiting for. His code name is Mr. Clark. And his work for the CIA is brilliant, cold-blooded, and efficient . . . but who is he really?

 

“Highly entertaining.”

—The Wall Street Journal

Novels by Tom Clancy

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

 

Nonfiction
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.)
EVERY MAN A TIGER
(written with General Charles Horner, Ret.)
SHADOW WARRIORS: INSIDE THE SPECIAL FORCES
(written with General Carl Stiner, Ret., and Tony Koltz)

Created by Tom Clancy and Steve Pieczenik

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

 

TOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE
TOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: HIDDEN AGENDAS
TOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: NIGHT MOVES
TOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: BREAKING POINT
TOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: POINT OF IMPACT
TOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: CYBERNATION
TOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: STATE OF WAR
TOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: CHANGING OF THE GUARD

 

 

Created by Tom Clancy and Martin Greenberg

TOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: POLITIKA
TOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: RUTHLESS.COM
TOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: SHADOW WATCH
TOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: BIO-STRIKE
TOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: COLD WAR
TOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: CUTTING EDGE
TOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: ZERO HOUR

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

TOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE®

 

A Berkley Book / published by arrangement with Netco Partners

 

PRINTING HISTORY
Berkley edition / February 1999

 

Copyright © 1998 by Netco Partners.

NET FORCE is a trademark of Netco Partners.

 

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Acknowledgments

We’d like to thank Steve Perry for his creative ideas and his invaluable contributions to the preparations of the manuscript. We would also like to acknowledge the assistance of Martin H. Greenberg, Larry Segriff, Denise Little, John Helfers, Robert Youdelman, Esq., Richard Heller, Esq., and Tom Mallon, Esq.; Mitchell Rubenstein and Laurie Silvers at BIG Entertainment; the wonderful people at The Putnam Berkley Group, including Phyllis Grann, David Shanks, and Tom Colgan; our producers on the ABC mini-series, Gil Cates and Dennis Doty; the brilliant screenwriter and director Rob Lieberman; and all the good people at ABC. As always, we would like to thank Robert Gottlieb of the William Morris Agency, our agent and friend, without whom this book would never have been conceived, as well as Jerry Katzman, Vice Chairman of the William Morris Agency, and his television colleagues. But most important, it is for you, our readers, to determine how successful our collective endeavor has been.

1

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010, 11:24 p.m.
Washington, D.C.

 

“Okay, Commander,” Boyle said. “We’re clear.”

Steve Day stepped out into the muggy autumn night from the cooler air-conditioned restaurant, surrounded still by the wonderful odors of exquisite Italian cooking. Already on the sidewalk, Boyle, Day’s chief bodyguard, spoke into his link. The limo was there, but Boyle was a very careful young man, one of the FBI’s finest. Only after he spoke did the limo’s electrically locked rear door click open. The whole time, Boyle looked everywhere but at Day.

Day nodded at the driver, the new guy. Larry? Lou? Something like that. As he slid across the cloned-leather seat, he was feeling pretty good. Nothing like a seven-course meal and three kinds of excellent wine to put a man in a good mood. Umberto’s was new, but it was at least a four-star eatery—or would be as soon as somebody got around to ranking it, though Day hoped that wouldn’t be anytime soon. It never failed. As soon as he found a new out-of-the-way place with decent food, it was quickly “discovered” and reservations were impossible to get.

True, he was the Commander of the recently established Net Force, still the flavor of the month in Washington power circles, but that didn’t cut much ice when rich Senators or even richer foreign diplomats were in line ahead of you. Even restaurant owners in this town knew which backsides to kiss first, and top of the list sure wasn’t a political appointee as far down the food chain as Day was. For now, anyway.

Still, the meal had been great: al dente pasta and artery-clogging sauce and shrimp, and salad and palate-cleansing ices. Day was both pleasantly full and slightly tipsy. Good thing he didn’t have to drive.

His virgil cheeped at him.

Boyle slid in next to Day, closed the door, then tapped on the bullet-proof Lexan partition with one knuckle.

The driver started the car as Day unclipped the virgil from his belt and looked at it.

His Virtual Global Interface Link—virgil for short—had a flashing telephone icon in the upper right corner of the small LCD screen. He touched the icon and a number blinked onto the screen. Marilyn, calling from home. He looked at the timesig. Just after eleven. She must have gotten back from her DAR meeting early. Those gab sessions usually ran past midnight. He grinned, tapped the phone number twice and waited for the connection.

Not much bigger than a pack of cigarettes—he’d given those up twenty years ago, but he hadn’t forgotten how big a pack was—the virgil was a terrific toy. It was a computer, a GPS unit, phone, clock, radio, TV, modem, credit card, camera, scanner and even a little weavewire fax, all in one. The GPS could tell you where you were anywhere on the planet—and because he was a ranking FBI officer, it didn’t have the fudge-factor that commercial civilian units came with, so it was accurate to within five meters. You could link to anybody with a phone or computer, via a scrambled hyperdigital channel so dense they called it a pipe and that would take an expert codebreaker a month of Sundays to tap into. This particular unit would, with the proper code, allow Day to access the FBI and Net Force mainframe DNAs, with their vast information stores. Had he been so inclined, Day could have grabbed a pinch of the powdered sugar that came on the cheesecake he’d had for dessert, dusted a fingerprint left on a plate by his waiter and had it checked, ID’d, and a full history on the man back to him before he’d finished eating.

It was great living here in the future, a mere decade after the turn of the century. If 2010 had such wonders, what might it look like in another twenty or thirty years? He was looking forward to finding out, and with advances in medicine, he could pretty much expect to do so.

The virgil’s speaker said, “Hi, Steve.”

“Hi, Marilyn. What’s up?”

“Nothing much. We got done early. I was just wondering if you might want a late supper.”

He grinned at the virgil. He didn’t have his camera on, so she couldn’t see the smile. “I just left Umberto’s,” he said. “I think I’ll pass on eating for the next couple of weeks.”

She laughed. “I understand. You coming home?”

“On the way.”

He had a condo in the city, but most nights he tried to get across the river and to the house. The kids were grown, but Marilyn and the dog still liked to see him now and again.

He tapped the virgil and re-clipped it to his belt, which needed a little attention. He loosened the buckle a couple of holes and slid the Galco paddle holster with his SIG .40 around toward the front a little so it wouldn’t dig into his right hip. He could have carried one of the new-model wireless KTs—kick-tasers—that were supposed to be better than a gun, but he didn’t really trust them. Yes, he was a political appointee for the current job, but he’d been in the field a long time to earn the spot. He trusted his old-fashioned pistol.

Moving the gun helped. While he was at it, he undid the Velcro on his Kevlar vest’s side panels and re-tabbed them a little looser, too.

Next to him, Boyle fought to keep his grin under control.

Day shook his head. “Easy for you to laugh. You’re what—thirty? Still bulking up at the gym three or four times a week, right? Us fat old desk jockeys don’t have time to stay in shape.”

Not that he was that much out of shape. Five-eight, maybe 190? He could drop a few pounds, but hey, he was fifty-two last June and he was entitled to carry a little extra baggage. He’d earned it.

They were on the narrow street behind the new projects, the shortcut toward the expressway. It was a dark and dreary part of town, with streetlights broken out and dead, stripped cars lining the road. Another of the instant slums, going down fast even before the original paint had dried. In his opinion, the current welfare philosophy needed major work; of course, it always had. Though things were getting better, the future still had a way to go to pick up all of its passengers. There were streets in D.C. he wou...

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• Editore: Berkley
• Data di pubblicazione: 1999
• ISBN 10: 0425161722
• ISBN 13: 9780425161722
• Rilegatura: Copertina flessibile
• Numero edizione: 1
• Numero di pagine: 384