Executive Orders
(Sprache: Englisch)
Das Capitol in Washington wird durch eine japanische Boeing 747 zerstört, als beide Häuser des Kongresses tagen. Das politische Establishment der Vereinigten Staaten wird samt dem Präsidenten ausgelöscht. Top-Sicherheitsmann Jack Ryan, kurz zuvor zum...
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Das Capitol in Washington wird durch eine japanische Boeing 747 zerstört, als beide Häuser des Kongresses tagen. Das politische Establishment der Vereinigten Staaten wird samt dem Präsidenten ausgelöscht. Top-Sicherheitsmann Jack Ryan, kurz zuvor zum Vizepräsidenten ernannt, sieht sich mit innen- wie aussenpolitischen Problemen konfrontiert, die es zu meistern gilt: Er muss sich mit der Presse und einem ausgebooteten Politiker herumschlagen, zwischen China und Taiwan kommt es zum militärischen Konflikt, und der Iran setzt alles daran, eine islamische Supermacht zu werden.
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Don't Miss the Original Series Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan Starring John Krasinski!The President is dead. Now, the weight of the world falls on Jack Ryan s shoulders in this extraordinary #1 New York Times bestseller from Tom Clancy.
At the climax of Debt of Honor, the most devastating terrorist act in the history of the world left the President, the Joint Chiefs, the Supreme Court, and nearly all of Congress dead. Only Jack Ryan, confirmed Vice President mere minutes before, survived to take the reins of a shaken and leaderless country. Now he must rebuild a government, comfort a grieving nation, and become a true leader. Meanwhile, he is surrounded by enemies both inside the White House and around the world all of them plotting to destroy an untested President. And bring an already wounded country to its knees....
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PROLOGUE:STARTING HERE
It had to be the shock of the moment, Ryan thought. He seemed to be two people at the same time. One part of him looked out the window of the lunchroom of CNN s Washington bureau and saw the fires that grew from the remains of the Capitol building yellow points springing up from an orange glow like some sort of ghastly floral arrangement, representing over a thousand lives that had been snuffed out not an hour earlier. Numbness suppressed grief for the moment, though he knew that would come, too, as pain always followed a hard blow to the face, but not right away. Once more, Death in all its horrid majesty had reached out for him. He d seen it come, and stop, and withdraw, and the best thing to be said about it was that his children didn t know how close their young lives had come to an early conclusion. To them, it had simply been an accident they didn t understand. They were with their mother now, and they d feel safe in her company while their father was away somewhere. It was a situation to which both they and he long since had unhappily become accustomed. And so John Patrick Ryan looked at the residue of Death, and one part of him as yet felt nothing.
The other part of him looked at the same sight and knew that he had to do something, and though he struggled to be logical, logic wasn t winning, because logic didn t know what to do or where to start.
Mr. President. It was the voice of Special Agent Andrea Price.
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Yes? Ryan said without turning away from the window. Behind him he could see the reflections in the window glass six other Secret Service agents stood with weapons out to keep the others away. There had to be a score of CNN employees outside the door, gathered together partly from professional interest they were newspeople, after all but mostly from simple human curiosity at being face-to-face with a moment in history. They were wondering what it looked like to be there, and didn t quite get the fact that such events were the same for everyone. Whether presented with an auto accident or a sudden grave illness, the unprepared human mind just stopped and tried to make sense of the senseless and the graver the test, the harder the recovery period. But at least people trained in crisis had procedures to fall back upon.
Sir, we have to get you to
Where? A place of safety? Where s that? Jack asked, then quietly reproached himself for the cruelty of the question. At least twenty agents were part of the pyre a mile away, all of them friends of the men and women standing in the lunchroom with their new President. He had no right to transfer his discomfort to them. My family? he asked after a moment.
The Marine Barracks, Eighth and I streets, as you ordered, sir.
Yes, it was good for them to be able to report that they d carried out orders, Ryan thought with a slow nod. It was also good for him to know that his orders had been carried out. He had done one thing right, anyway. Was that something to build on?
Sir, if this was part of an organized
It wasn t. They never are, Andrea, are they? President Ryan asked. He was surprised how tired his voice sounded, and reminded himself that shock and stress were more tiring than the most strenuous exercise. He didn t even seem to have the energy to shake his head and clear it.
They can be, Special Agent Price pointed out.
Yes, I suppose she s right. So what s the drill for this?
Kneecap, Price replied, meaning the National Emergency Airborne Command Post, a converted 747 kept at Andrews Air Force Base. Jack thought about the suggestion for a moment, then fr
Yes? Ryan said without turning away from the window. Behind him he could see the reflections in the window glass six other Secret Service agents stood with weapons out to keep the others away. There had to be a score of CNN employees outside the door, gathered together partly from professional interest they were newspeople, after all but mostly from simple human curiosity at being face-to-face with a moment in history. They were wondering what it looked like to be there, and didn t quite get the fact that such events were the same for everyone. Whether presented with an auto accident or a sudden grave illness, the unprepared human mind just stopped and tried to make sense of the senseless and the graver the test, the harder the recovery period. But at least people trained in crisis had procedures to fall back upon.
Sir, we have to get you to
Where? A place of safety? Where s that? Jack asked, then quietly reproached himself for the cruelty of the question. At least twenty agents were part of the pyre a mile away, all of them friends of the men and women standing in the lunchroom with their new President. He had no right to transfer his discomfort to them. My family? he asked after a moment.
The Marine Barracks, Eighth and I streets, as you ordered, sir.
Yes, it was good for them to be able to report that they d carried out orders, Ryan thought with a slow nod. It was also good for him to know that his orders had been carried out. He had done one thing right, anyway. Was that something to build on?
Sir, if this was part of an organized
It wasn t. They never are, Andrea, are they? President Ryan asked. He was surprised how tired his voice sounded, and reminded himself that shock and stress were more tiring than the most strenuous exercise. He didn t even seem to have the energy to shake his head and clear it.
They can be, Special Agent Price pointed out.
Yes, I suppose she s right. So what s the drill for this?
Kneecap, Price replied, meaning the National Emergency Airborne Command Post, a converted 747 kept at Andrews Air Force Base. Jack thought about the suggestion for a moment, then fr
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Autoren-Porträt von Tom Clancy
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 the first of the phenomenally successful Jack Ryan novels 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.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Tom Clancy
- 1997, 1376 Seiten, Masse: 11 x 18 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Berkley Publishing Group
- ISBN-10: 0425158632
- ISBN-13: 9780425158630
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for Executive OrdersUndoubtedly Clancy's best yet. Atlanta Journal-Constitution
What sets this book apart is that for the first time, Clancy has gotten inside Jack Ryan's head, finally letting us see the real person behind the super-action hero. Boston Globe
A wild ride...Clancy's storytelling gifts are unmatched in the political/military thriller genre. Executive Orders has everything the Tom Clancy lover needs: An unholy pantheon of foreign heads of state, bomber militia men, sleeper assassins, kidnapping terrorists, good men gone bad and bad men gone worse. San Francisco Chronicle
[Clancy's] in top form. Executive Orders is more complex, more thoughtful, more exciting than anything he's written before. Detroit News
There is no doubting the wizardry of his craft...he is the honest-to-God creator of an exciting genre and a consistent producer of books that thunder, absorb, and entertain. Los Angeles Times
More 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 Chronicle
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