Tom Clancy Point of Contact
A Jack Ryan Jr. Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
Jack Ryan, Jr., learns that sometimes the deadliest secret may be standing right next to you in this electrifying adventure in Tom Clancy's #1 New York Times bestselling series.
Former U.S. Senator Weston Rhodes is a defense contractor with an urgent...
Former U.S. Senator Weston Rhodes is a defense contractor with an urgent...
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Jack Ryan, Jr., learns that sometimes the deadliest secret may be standing right next to you in this electrifying adventure in Tom Clancy's #1 New York Times bestselling series.Former U.S. Senator Weston Rhodes is a defense contractor with an urgent problem. His company needs someone to look over the books of Dalfan Technologies, a Singapore company-quickly. He turns to his old friend Gerry Hendley for help. Hendley Associates is one of the best financial analysis firms in the country and the cover for The Campus, a top-secret American intelligence agency. Rhodes asks for two specific analysts, Jack Ryan Jr., and Paul Brown, a mild-mannered forensic accountant.
Both Ryan and Brown initially resist, for different reasons. On the long flight over, Ryan worries he's being sidelined from the next Campus operation in America's war on terror. Brown-who was never very good with people-only worries about the numbers, and finding a good cup of tea.
Brown has no idea Jack works for The Campus but the awkward accountant is hiding secrets of his own. Rhodes has tasked him with uploading a cyberwarfare program into the highly secure Dalfan Technologies mainframe on behalf of the CIA.
On the verge of mission success, Brown discovers a game within the game, and the people who now want to kill him are as deadly as the cyclone bearing down on the island nation. Together Ryan and Brown race to escape both the murderous storm and a team of trained assassins in order to prevent a global catastrophe, even at the cost of their own lives.
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1The North Sea
Albuskjell Oilfield, Norway
Latitude 56° North, Longitude 3° East
Freeze or drown.
He wasn't sure which one would come first. It didn't really matter. Either way, Jack Ryan, Jr., knew he was going to die in the next two minutes.
The F470 Zodiac rubber raiding craft pounded through the chopping waves beneath a storm-shrouded moon. Jack clutched the safety ropes in both fists to keep from getting thrown overboard. So did Adara Sherman, seated in front of him. She was getting it worse than he was. Every bounce threw more spray in their faces. Jack's NVGs were spattered with ice. He couldn't risk wiping off the night-vision lenses while he was riding this bucking bronco. But a half-mile ahead he could still barely make out the oil rig, lights off, its hulking frame a black shadow above the surging sea. That was fine by Jack. The darkness shielded their approach.
Jack's teeth chattered and his mind clouded in the numbing cold. The freezing North Sea wind seemed to slice right through his five-millimeter wetsuit, and the stinging sleet felt like a broken beer bottle dragged across his exposed skin.
Despite their misery, Bartosz "Midas" Jankowski gunned the engine full throttle, his goggled eyes fixed on his GPS. They were supposed to run quiet, but they got off late. At least the howling wind swept away most of the noise from the baffled fifty-five-horsepower outboard motor in back.
The high winds also meant a helicopter landing was out of the question, and fast-roping out of it-Jack's favorite new skill-even more so. All three of them were getting beat to hell, and time wasn't their friend. If they didn't reach the oil platform ladder in the next two minutes, they would fail the mission.
Assuming we survive for the next two minutes, Jack reminded himself.
And then there were the gunmen on the oil rig to deal with. But right now, armed killers seemed like the least of their problems.
As if on cue, a rogue wave swelled
... mehr
beneath the speeding craft, lifting the port side out of the water. Jack had shoved the toes of his boots through the safety rope along the rubber deck for purchase but felt himself pitching over the side anyway. Midas grabbed the drag handle of Jack's vest with a sure hand at the last second, saving him from a headlong dive into the angry black sea.
Jack glanced to his right at the other Zodiac just a few yards away. In the green haze of his iced NVGs, Jack saw Dom Caruso flash him a quick "Okay?" with his gloved thumb. Jack thumbed him back. No time for chitchat. Ding Chavez drove Dom's boat, his eyes fixed on the GPS locator.
The five special operators of The Campus were a close-knit team, the tip of the spear of the private "off-the-books" intelligence agency known only to President Ryan and a select few of his closest advisers. They were a small organization, but they punched hard-and far above their weight. This mission was proof of that. They did the jobs the CIA or other government intelligence services couldn't do. Or wouldn't.
Tonight was no exception.
Jack ran through the schematics of the oil rig platform in his mind again, particularly the control room and machine shop-his two targets. Gavin Biery's webmaster magic had come through again. If it weren't for him they'd be going in totally blind.
Gavin's intel brief confirmed four hostages and six Green Army Faction eco-terrorists, armed and trained. But intel on a hostage-rescue operation like this was always sketchy. John Clark's warning echoed in his head. "Stay frosty out there. You don't know what you don't know."
True that.
"It's time," Ding whispered in everyone's comms.
"Roger that," Midas confirmed.
Jack watched Ding's boat veer off at a sharp angle, its bulletproof Armorflate rubber skin shredding water into the turn. The small drilling platform had two access ladders. Jack's boat would take the front; Ding and Dom would scramble up the back. On training runs with the Nor
Jack glanced to his right at the other Zodiac just a few yards away. In the green haze of his iced NVGs, Jack saw Dom Caruso flash him a quick "Okay?" with his gloved thumb. Jack thumbed him back. No time for chitchat. Ding Chavez drove Dom's boat, his eyes fixed on the GPS locator.
The five special operators of The Campus were a close-knit team, the tip of the spear of the private "off-the-books" intelligence agency known only to President Ryan and a select few of his closest advisers. They were a small organization, but they punched hard-and far above their weight. This mission was proof of that. They did the jobs the CIA or other government intelligence services couldn't do. Or wouldn't.
Tonight was no exception.
Jack ran through the schematics of the oil rig platform in his mind again, particularly the control room and machine shop-his two targets. Gavin Biery's webmaster magic had come through again. If it weren't for him they'd be going in totally blind.
Gavin's intel brief confirmed four hostages and six Green Army Faction eco-terrorists, armed and trained. But intel on a hostage-rescue operation like this was always sketchy. John Clark's warning echoed in his head. "Stay frosty out there. You don't know what you don't know."
True that.
"It's time," Ding whispered in everyone's comms.
"Roger that," Midas confirmed.
Jack watched Ding's boat veer off at a sharp angle, its bulletproof Armorflate rubber skin shredding water into the turn. The small drilling platform had two access ladders. Jack's boat would take the front; Ding and Dom would scramble up the back. On training runs with the Nor
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Autoren-Porträt von Mike Maden
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.Mike Maden grew up working in the canneries, feed mills and slaughterhouses of California's San Joaquin Valley. A lifelong fascination with history and warfare ultimately lead to a Ph.D. in political science focused on conflict and technology in international relations. Like millions of others, he first became a Tom Clancy fan after reading The Hunt for Red October, and began his published fiction career in the same techno-thriller genre, starting with Drone and the sequels, Blue Warrior, Drone Command and Drone Threat. He's honored to be joining "The Campus" as a writer in Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan, Jr., series. He can be reached on social media through his website MikeMaden.com.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Mike Maden
- 2017, 496 Seiten, Maße: 15,9 x 23,6 cm, Gebunden, Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 0735215863
- ISBN-13: 9780735215863
- Erscheinungsdatum: 19.07.2017
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Tom Clancy Point of Contact"[A] taut, exciting thriller... Clancy fans can rest assured that the state of the franchise is strong."-Publishers Weekly
"[A] turbocharged narrative...With typhoons; deadly Chinese and North Korean operatives wielding bats, knives, and guns; and a weaponized thumb drive, the action reaches Clancy levels early and stays there."-Kirkus Reviews
"[Maden] proves that he knows the ins-and-outs of an action story and can certainly take readers to the edge of their seats when it comes to thrills. It's nice to know that Tom Clancy's creation will have more adventures ahead."-Suspense Magazine
"Longtime fans can rest assured, Point of Contact reads like a vintage Tom Clancy thriller...Maden takes over the Jack Ryan Junior franchise and mixes nail-biting suspense with hard-hitting action to deliver a blockbuster hit that Clancy fans will love."- The Real Book Spy
"Sure to satisfy the legend's longtime fans."-Ft. Worth Star-Telegram
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