Line of Control (Tom Clancy's Op-Center, Book 8)
Tom Clancy, Jeff Rovin
Woman’s arm immediately forward because the Pakistani reached in the back of him. He stumbled on Nanda’s hand and Rodgers published her. the 2 endured forward. Rodgers stopped and Friday bumped into him. “What are you doing?” Friday requested. “Give me the torches and the fits. Then choose them,” Rodgers stated as he took Apu’s parka from less than his arm. The NSA operative did as he was once recommended. while Friday was once long gone, Rodgers took one of many torches, lit it, and jammed it right into a small crack within the slope. Then he hung.
those bastards, no longer the Indians or the Pakistanis.” “Or even your individual government,” Samouel stated. “Oh, you heard?” Friday acknowledged. “Well, you’re correct. I don’t belief the politicians in Washington both. They’re all utilizing us for something.” “For peace,” Samouel insisted. “Is that what you have been doing in Kashmir?” Friday demanded. “We have been attempting to weaken an enemy that has oppressed us for centuries,” Samouel instructed him. “The superior we're the higher our skill to keep up the peace.”.
relatively impressive.” “General Rodgers is a really remarkable man,” Hood agreed. “We’d wish to understand how he bought the message via ourselves. Bob Herbert tells me that Colonel August is not able to elevate him. The mobile phone should have died.” “As lengthy because it is simply the telephone phone,” Simathna joked. “Of direction, the Indians will surely declare that Ms. Kumar used to be brainwashed through the Pakistanis. yet normal Rodgers might help to dispel that propaganda.” “General Rodgers will inform the reality, no matter what that.
close to the doorway to the silo. The Pakistani may not want his garments. If Friday may possibly discover a little area of interest someplace, he might use the garments to establish a flap to maintain out the chilly. And he nonetheless had the suits. perhaps he may perhaps locate whatever to make a bit campfire. so long as lifestyles remained, there has been consistently wish. A second later, in a chaotic upheaval of ice and fireplace, desire ended for Ron Friday. SIXTY-NINE The Himachal Peaks Friday, 4:12 A.M. Crouched opposed to the boulders at the.
August had ever served with. The airplane banked to the south and August’s outdated leather-based portfolio slid from below his seat. He kicked it again together with his heel. The bag contained maps and white papers approximately Kashmir. The colonel had already reviewed them together with his group. He might examine them back in a couple of minutes. immediately August desired to do what he did ahead of starting each undertaking. He desired to attempt to determine why he was once right here, why he was once going. That was once whatever he had performed on a daily basis when you consider that he.