{"product_id":"tom-clancy-true-faith-and-allegiance-isbn-9781101988831","title":"Tom Clancy True Faith and Allegiance","description":"\u003cb\u003ePresident Jack Ryan deals with the worst breach U.S. intelligence has ever suffered in this “compelling and frighteningly realistic”* thriller in Tom Clancy’s #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling series.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eA massive data breach has compromised the personal information of millions of American military officers and intelligence agents. After several deadly attacks on off-duty personnel and their families, President Jack Ryan faces one of the greatest challenges of his career. Can he find the hackers and cap the flow of information before it’s too late?\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eTom Clancy True Faith and Allegiance\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Delivers all the elements that fans expect from the franchise...[Greaney] handles the tech side with grace and has fleshed out the cast and given them depth. Clancy fans will enjoy \u003ci\u003eTrue Faith and Allegiance\u003c\/i\u003e.”—Associated Press\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A magnificent page turner...An artful mosaic that converges with breakneck speed toward the end of the book, bringing the story to a climax and conclusion that are ultimately very satisfying.”—*New York Journal of Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Tense, fast-paced action reels out ripped-from-headlines homeland terror attacks. A generation past \u003ci\u003eRed October\u003c\/i\u003e, the America-hating bad guys have added spyware, hacking, the dark web, and Bitcoins to those ubiquitous AK-47s.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[Greaney] continues the Tom Clancy\/Jack Ryan tradition in a way that would make Clancy extremely happy...Yet another true, fresh, thrilling page-turner.”—\u003ci\u003eSuspense Magazine\u003c\/i\u003eA little more than thirty years ago \u003cb\u003eTom Clancy \u003c\/b\u003ewas 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, \u003ci\u003eThe Hunt for Red October\u003c\/i\u003e—the first of the phenomenally successful Jack Ryan novels—sold briskly as a result of rave reviews, then catapulted onto the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e 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\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMark Greaney\u003c\/b\u003e has a degree in international relations and political science. In his research for the\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003eGray Man novels, including \u003ci\u003eMission Critical\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eAgent in Place\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eGunmetal Gray\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBack Blast\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eDead Eye\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eBallistic\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eOn Target\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe Gray Man\u003c\/i\u003e, he traveled to more than fifteen countries and trained alongside military and law enforcement in the use of firearms, battlefield medicine, and close-range combative tactics. He is also the author of the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestsellers \u003ci\u003eTom Clancy Support and Defend\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eTom Clancy Full Force and Effect\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eTom Clancy Commander in Chief\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eTom Clancy True Faith and Allegiance\u003c\/i\u003e. With Tom Clancy, he coauthored \u003ci\u003eLocked On\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThreat Vector\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eCommand Authority\u003c\/i\u003e.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The man sitting in the restaurant with his family had a name      familiar to most everyone in America with a television or an      Internet connection, but virtually no one recognized him by      sight-mainly because he went out of his way to keep a low profile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And this was why he found it so damn peculiar that the twitchy man      on the sidewalk kept staring at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Scott Hagen was a commander in the U.S. Navy, which certainly did      not make one famous, but he had earned distinction as the captain      of the guided missile destroyer that, according to many in the      media, almost single-handedly won one of the largest sea battles      since the Second World War.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The naval engagement with the United States and Poland on one side      and the Russian Federation on the other had taken place just seven      months earlier in the Baltic Sea, and while it had garnered the      name Commander Scott Hagen significant recognition at the time,      Hagen had conducted no media interviews, and the only image used      of him in the press featured him standing proudly in his dress      blues with his commander-white officer hat on his head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Right now, in contrast, Hagen wore a T-shirt and flip-flops, cargo      shorts, and a couple days' stubble on his face, and no one in the      world, certainly no one in this outdoor Mexican cafŽ in New      Jersey, could possibly associate him with that Department of the      Navy-distributed photo.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So why, he wondered, was the dude with the creepy eyes and the      bowl cut standing in the dark next to the bicycle rack constantly      glancing his way?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This was a college town, the guy was college-aged, and he looked      like he could have been drunk. He wore a polo shirt and jeans, he      held a beer can in one hand and a cell phone in the other, and it      seemed to Hagen that about twice a minute he glared across the      lighted patio full of diners and over to Hagen's table.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The commander wasn't worried, really-more curious. He was here      with his family, and his sister's family, eight in all, and      everyone else at the table kept talking and eating chips and      guacamole while they waited for their entrŽes. The kids had soft      drinks, while Hagen's wife, his sister, and his brother-in-law      downed margaritas. Hagen himself was sticking with soda because it      was his night to drive the clan around in the rented van.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They were here in town for a club soccer tournament; Hagen's      seventeen-year-old nephew was a star keeper for his high school      team, and the finals were the following afternoon. Tomorrow      Scott's wife would drive the rental so her husband could tip back      some cold brews at a restaurant after the match.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen ate another chip and told himself the drunk goofball was      nothing to worry about, and he looked back to the table full of      his family.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e There were many costs associated with military service, but none      of them were more important than time. The time away from family.      None of the birthdays or holidays or weddings or funerals that      were missed could ever be replaced in the lives of those who      served.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Like many men and women in the military, Commander Scott Hagen      didn't see enough of his family these days. It was part of the      job, and the times he could get away, get his own kids someplace      with their cousins, were few and far between, so he knew to      appreciate this night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Especially since it had been such a tough year.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e After the battle in the Baltic and the slow sail of his crippled      vessel back across the Atlantic, he'd put the USS James Greer in      dry dock in Norfolk, Virginia, to undergo six months of repairs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen was still the officer in command of the Greer, so Norfolk      was home, for now. Many in the Navy thought dry dock was the      toughest deployment, because there was a lot of work to do on      board, ships did not regularly run their air conditioners, and      many other creature comforts were missing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But Scott Hagen would never make that claim. He'd seen war up      close, he'd lost men, and while he and his ship had come out the      unquestionable victors, the experience of war was nothing to envy,      even for the victorious.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Russia was quiet now, more or less. Yes, they still controlled a      significant portion of Ukraine, but the Borei-class nuclear sub      they'd sent to patrol off the coast of the United States had      allowed itself to be seen and photographed north of the coast of      Scotland on its return voyage to port in Sayda Inlet, north of the      Arctic Circle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And the Russian troops that had rolled into Lithuania had since      rolled back over Russia's border to the west and to the Belarusian      border to the east, ending the attack on the tiny Baltic nation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Russians had been embarrassed by their defeat in the Baltic,      and it would certainly surprise everyone in this outdoor Mexican      restaurant in New Jersey to know that the average-looking dad      sitting at the big table under the umbrellas had played a big part      in that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen was fine with the anonymity. The forty-four-year-old was a      pretty low-profile guy, anyway. He didn't hang out with his family      in his uniform and regale them with tales of combat on the high      seas. No, right now he goofed off with his kids and his nephews,      and he joked with his wife that if he ate any more chips and      guacamole before dinner, he'd sleep in tomorrow and miss game      time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He and his wife laughed, and then his brother-in-law, Allen, got      his attention. \"Hey, Scotty. Do you know that guy over there on      the sidewalk?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen shook his head. \"No. But he's been eyeing this table for the      past few minutes.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Allen said, \"Any chance he served under you or something?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen looked back. \"Doesn't look familiar.\" He thought it over for      a moment and then said, \"This is too weird. I'm going to go talk      to him and see what's up.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen pulled the napkin from his lap, stood up, and began walking      toward the man, moving through the busy outdoor cafŽ.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The young man turned away before Scott Hagen could make it halfway      to him, then he dropped his beer in a garbage can and walked      quickly out onto the street.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He crossed the dark street and disappeared into a busy parking      lot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When Hagen got back to the table, Allen said, \"That was odd. What      do you think he was doing?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen didn't know what to think, but he did know what he needed to      do. \"I didn't like the look of that guy. Let's play it safe and      get out of here. Take everybody inside to the restaurant, use the      back door, and go to the van. I'll stay behind and pay the bill,      then take a cab back to the hotel.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His sister, Susan, heard all this, but she had no clue what was      going on. She hadn't even noticed the young man. \"What's wrong?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Allen addressed both families now. \"Okay, everybody. No questions      till we get to the van, but we have to leave. We'll get room      service back at the hotel.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Susan said, \"My brother gets nervous if he's not sailing around      with a bunch of nukes.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The James Greer did not carry nuclear weapons, but Susan was a tax      lawyer, and she didn't know any better, and Hagen was too busy to      correct her because he was in the process of grabbing a passing      waiter to get the bill.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Both families were annoyed to be rushed out of the restaurant with      full plates of food on the way, but they realized something      serious was going on, so they all complied.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Just as the seven started moving toward the back door, Hagen      turned and saw the young man again. He was crossing the two-lane      street, heading back toward the outdoor cafŽ. He wore a long gray      trench coat now, and was obviously hiding something underneath.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen had given up on Allen's ability to manage the family, and      Susan wasn't proving to be terribly aware, either. So he turned to      his wife. \"Through the restaurant! Run! Go!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Laura Hagen grabbed her daughter and son, pulled them to the back      door. Hagen's sister and brother-in-law followed close behind with      their two boys in front of them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then Hagen started to follow, but he slowed, watched in horror as      the man on the sidewalk hoisted an AK-47 out from under his coat.      Others in the outdoor cafŽ saw this as well; it was hard to miss.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Screams and shouts filled the air.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With his eyes locked on Commander Scott Hagen, the young man      continued walking into the outdoor cafŽ, bringing the weapon to      his shoulder.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen froze.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This can't be real. This is not happening.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He had no weapon of his own. This was New Jersey, so even though      Hagen was licensed to carry a firearm in Virginia and could do so      legally in thirty-five other states, he'd go to prison here for      carrying a gun.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was of no solace to him at all that the rifle-wielding maniac      ahead was in violation of this law by shouldering a Kalashnikov in      the middle of town. He doubted the attacker was troubled that in      addition to the attempted murder of the one hundred or so people      in the garden cafŽ in front of him, he'd probably also be cited by      the police for unlawful possession of a firearm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Boom!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Only when the first shot missed and exploded into a decorative      masonry fountain just four feet to his left did Scott Hagen snap      out of it. He knew his family was right behind him, and this      knowledge somehow overpowered his ability to duck. He stayed big      and broad, using his body to cover for those behind, but he did      not stand still.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He had no choice. He ran toward the gunfire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The shooter snapped off three rounds in quick succession, but the      chaos of the moment caused several diners to knock over tables and      umbrellas, to get in his way, even to bump up against him as they      tried to flee the cafŽ. Hagen lost sight of the man when a red      umbrella tipped between the two of them, and this only spurred him      on faster, thinking the attacker's obstructed view could give      Hagen a chance to tackle the man before getting shot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And he almost made it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The attacker kicked the umbrella out of the way, saw his intended      victim charging up an open lane in the center of the chaos, and      fired the AK. Hagen felt a round slam into his left forearm-it      nearly spun him and he stumbled with the alteration to his      momentum, but he continued plowing through the tables.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen was no expert in small-arms combat-he was a sailor and not a      soldier-but still he could tell this man was no well-trained      fighter. The kid could operate his AK, but he was mad-eyed,      rushed, frantic about it all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Whatever this was all about, it was deeply personal to him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And it was personal to Hagen now. He had no idea if anyone in his      family had been hurt, all he knew was this man had to be stopped.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A waiter lunged at the shooter from the right, getting ahold of      the man's shoulder and shaking him, willing the weapon to drop      free, but the gunman spun and slammed his finger back against the      trigger over and over, hitting the brave young man in the abdomen      at a distance of two feet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The waiter was dead before he hit the ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And the shooter turned his weapon back toward the charging Hagen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The second bullet to strike the commander was worse than the      first-it tore through the meat above his right hip and jolted him      back-but he kept going and the shot after that went high. The man      was having trouble controlling the recoil of the gun. Every second      and third shot of each string was high as the muzzle rose.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A round raced by Hagen's face as he went airborne, dove headlong      into the man, slamming him backward over a metal table.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen went over with him, and both men rolled legs over head and      crashed to the hard pavers of the outdoor cafŽ. Hagen wrapped the      fingers of his right hand around the barrel of the Kalashnikov to      keep it pointed away, and the hot metal singed his hand, but he      did not dare let go.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He was right-handed, but with his left he pounded his fist over      and over into the young man's face. He felt the sweat that stuck      there, soaking the man's hair and cheeks, and then he felt the      blood as the attacker's nose broke and a gush of red sprayed      across his face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The man's hold on the rifle weakened, Hagen ripped it away, rolled      off the man, heaved himself up to his knees, and pointed it at      him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Davai!\" the young man shouted. It was Hagen's first indication      this shooter was a foreigner.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The attacker rolled up to his knees now, and while Hagen shouted      for him to stay where he was, to stop moving, to put his hands up,      the man reached into the front pocket of his trench coat.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I'll fuckin' shoot you!\" Hagen screamed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e An unsheathed knife with a six-inch blade appeared from the      attacker's coat, and he charged with it, a crazed look on his      blood-covered face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The kid was just five feet away when Hagen shot him twice in the      chest. The knife fell free, Hagen stepped out of the way, and the      young man windmilled forward into the ground, knocking chairs out      of the way and face-planting into food spilled off a table.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The attack was over. Hagen could hear moans behind him, screams      from the street, the sound of sirens and car alarms and crying      children.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He pulled the magazine out of the rifle and dropped it, cycled the      bolt to empty the chamber, and threw the weapon onto the ground.      He rolled the wounded man on his back, knelt over him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The man's eyes were open-he was conscious and aware, but clearly      dying, as compliant now as a rag doll.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hagen got right in his face, adrenaline in control of his actions      now. \"Who are you? Why? Why did you do this?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"For my brother,\" the blood-covered man said. Hagen could hear his      lungs filling with blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Who the hell is your-\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You killed him. You murdered him!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The accent was Russian, and Hagen understood. 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