Patriot Games (A Jack Ryan Novel)
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From Tom Clancy, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Jack Ryan novels--including his latest blockbusters Command Authority and Threat Vector--comes a gripping story of the Ryan family under fire. In an explosive wave of violence, an ultra-left-wing faction of the IRA is hunting one man for his act of salvation in an attempted assassination. And now Jack Ryan must pay…with his life.
heal,” Tyler observed. “What?” Jack was surprised. “I broke a leg playing ball once—damned if I bounced back that fast. Come on,” Tyler beckoned Jack out the door. First he checked out the stuffed animal in the car. “I heard it was some kind of bear. That one must have played in Chicago!” Then they went into the trees north of Ryan’s house. Here they found the surprise, tied to a tree. Jack loosed the chain and picked him up. “Thanks for bringing him over.” “Hey, no big deal. It’s good to
out whom he is contacting, then perhaps we can wrap up the entire operation. What you suggest is an option, but not the best one. We do have time, you know. We have several months before we need to do something so drastic as that. ” Murray nodded, not so much in agreement as in understanding. The possibility of finding and destroying O’Donnell’s bunch had to be tantalizing to Scotland Yard. Bagging Cooley now would quash that. It wasn’t something that they’d simply toss off. He knew that the
armed guard. “Thank you, Doctor Ryan. We will check the cliff out from the water side. If you see a Coast Guard cutter, that’ll be us.” “You know how to get to the station at Thomas Point? You take Forest Drive east to Arundel-on-the-Bay and hang a right. You can’t miss it.” “Thanks, we’ll do that.” The real estate agent came out of the office just before ten. It was his turn to shut down. In his briefcase was an envelope for the bank’s night depository and some contracts he’d go over the
forward to seeing the castles on the list, too. Like many Americans, Ryan could not have abided the English class system, but that didn’t stop him from being fascinated with its trappings. Or something like that, he thought. His knighthood, he knew, might change that perspective if he allowed himself to dwell on it. “Look on the bright side, babe. You’ve got a guide who can tell you everything you ever wanted to know about Lord Jones’s castle on the coast of whatever. You’ll have plenty of time
guess you’ve never been in the service,” Ryan tagged on the barb at the end. “So, what sort of training did they give you?” Atkinson demanded, either angry or feigning it. Richards looked up to Ryan, a warning broadcast from his eyes. He’d emphasized several times that Jack shouldn’t cross swords with Red Charlie. “Really, basic leadership skills. They taught us how to lead men in the field,” Ryan replied. “How to react to a given tactical situation. How to employ the platoon’s weapons, and to