Blacklist Aftermath (Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell, Book 7)
a continuous video-game tie-in novel sequence "created by" Tom Clancy, yet written by means of a variety of authors less than the pseudonym David Michaels till this most up-to-date one written by means of Peter Telep.
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Sam Fisher needs to keep one man's existence to avoid wasting his personal country.
Eccentric billionaire Igor Kasperov owns some of the most influential and profitable anti-virus software program businesses on the planet. but if the Kremlin orders him to unharness a catastrophic trojan horse opposed to the USA, he's pressured to escape for his life.
Sam Fisher and Fourth Echelon are charged with discovering Kasperov and proposing the yankee president's provide for political asylum. simply because there are others searching for Kasperov. And the single factor they are going to provide him is a quick death...
Flashing from AK-12s, besides the nonetheless flickering gentle of burning shrapnel splayed around the cliff, solid the whole scene in a peculiar otherworldly glow. because the miniature mushroom clouds of fireside multiplied above, emerging from columns of dense black smoke, the injured seemed, a few troops lacking appendages, crawling with what limbs they'd left, scraping ahead around the ice. sooner than Fisher and Briggs may perhaps determine any longer in their ambush, they have been on their ft and hauling ass again.
His lips chapped and nostril sore from the chilly, Fisher dragged himself up one other ten meters, the grade approximately forty percentage now, his breath ragged. He needed to cease, locate a few air, locate a way to truly seize his breath. And that’s whilst the grenade went off. The white-hot blinding flash, by way of the ear-rattling ka-boom despatched him crashing ahead and burying his face within the airborne dirt and dust. Grim and Charlie have been screaming in his ear for him to maneuver, and for a second, the realm looked as if it would tip on its axis.
Then slumped prior to ever making use of strain. “Jesus, Briggs, you’re giving me a center attack,” Fisher acknowledged. “Wind shifted on me.” “It’s cool, Sam,” acknowledged Charlie. “Drago didn’t name out. He in basic terms attempted to dial Uncle Harry.” “Roger that. Heading over now.” Fisher fired a line and grappling hook around the highway. The hook struck one in all 3 palm bushes starting to be from huge, immense pots. The hook jammed among the heavy branches, and Fisher hooked up it to the undercarriage of the closest vehicle at the back of.
Minivan whose driver’s aspect entrance tire was once in simple terms a donut spare. She waddled round to the rear doorways, pushing again the yellow shawl protecting her head to unloose a surprise of grey hair as dense and disheveled as metal wool. She’d most likely stopped donning make-up many years in the past, and her face used to be a aid map reflecting a protracted and exacting lifestyles. “Do you've it?” she requested in English. “The money?” Fisher requested. “No, peanut butter.” Fisher hustled again to the SUV and produced jars of additional crunchy.
acquired on his moment goal because the guy was once trying to hit the deck. Chern’s final affiliate was once a good-looking blond guy with the fashionable coiffure of a Calvin Klein version. Briggs’s around got rid of a bit of the man’s head earlier than he reached the floor. The outdated guy Chern whirled and seized the pilot, grabbing him in a choke carry and utilizing him to safeguard himself opposed to Fisher and Briggs. Chern stole a look over his shoulder as Paladin’s nostril got here up in the back of the tiny constitution jet like a white shark.