Red Rabbit (Tom Clancy)

Red Rabbit (Tom Clancy)

Don't Miss the Original Series?om Clancy's Jack Ryan?tarring John Krasinski!Tom Clancy reveals the details of Jack Ryan's first days with the CIA in this #1 New York Times bestseller.It?s the early 1980s-and historian, teacher, and recent ex-Marine Jack Ryan is now a CIA officer on loan to the British SIS. On his very first day, an extraordinary document crosses his desk. Because of government repression in Poland, the new Pope, John Paul II, has threatened to resign his papacy. ?In Moscow, another man is contemplating the very same document. Yuriy Andropov, the chairman of the KGB, does not like what he reads, does not like what it means for him or for his nation. All it takes is one man to cause everything he has worked for to crumble. All it takes is one man to stop him. The Pope is very powerful, but he is also mortal....ReviewPraise for Red Rabbit?An impressive achievement.?-The Washington Post?Demonstrate[s] what Tom Clancy does best.?-Fort Worth Star-Telegram ??An entertaining tale of well-matched wits and high-tech gadgetry.?-The Tallahassee DemocratMore Praise for Tom Clancy?He constantly taps the current world situation for its imminent dangers and spins them into an engrossing tale.?-The New York Times Book Review?A brilliant describer of events.?-The Washington Post?No one can equal his talent for making military electronics and engineering intelligible and exciting...He remains the best!?-Houston ChronicleAbout the AuthorA little more than thirty years agoTom 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-the first of the phenomenally successful Jack Ryan novels-sold briskly as a result of rave reviews, then catapulted onto theNew 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.Excerpt. ?Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.PROLOGUE The Back Garden THE SCARY PART, Jack decided, was going to be driving. He'd already bought a Jaguar-pronounced jag-you-ah over here, he'd have to remember-but both times he'd walked to it at the dealership, he'd gone to the left-front door instead of the right. The dealer hadn't laughed at him, but Ryan was sure he'd wanted to. At least he hadn't climbed into the passenger seat by mistake and really made an ass of himself. He'd have to remember all that: The "right" side of the road was the left. A right turn crossed oncoming traffic, not a left turn. The left lane was the slow lane on the interstates-motorways, he corrected himself. The plugs in the wall were all cockeyed. The house didn't have central heating, despite the princely price he'd paid for it. There was no air-conditioning, though that probably wasn't necessary here. It wasn't the hottest of climates: The locals started dropping dead in the street when the mercury topped 75. Jack wondered what the D.C. climate would do to them. Evidently, the "mad dogs and Englishmen" ditty was a thing of the past. But it could have been worse. He did have a pass to shop for food at the Army-Air Force Exchange Service-otherwise known as the PX at nearby Greenham Commons Air Base-so at least they'd have proper hot dogs, and brands that resembled the ones he bought at the Giant at home in Maryland. So many other discordant notes. British television was different, of course, not that he really expected much chance to vegetate in front of the phosphor screen anymore, but little Sally needed her ration of cartoons. Besides, even when you were reading something important, the background chatter of some mindless show was comforting in its own way. The