{"product_id":"tom-clancys-splinter-cell-fallout-isbn-9780425218242","title":"Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell: Fallout","description":"\u003cb\u003eDON’T MISS THE UPCOMING NETFLIX ANIMATED SERIES \u003ci\u003eSPLINTER CELL: DEATHWATCH\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSam Fisher is faced with ever-challenging odds in this gripping addition to the bestselling \u003ci\u003eSplinter Cell\u003c\/i\u003e series\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA radical Islamic leader who will do anything in his power to ensure that the future is destroyed, including targeting the technological world where it hurts: oil. A post-apocalyptic world plagued by disease. Information that could change the course of history.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSplinter Cell operative Sam Fisher faces all this and more as he embarks on a high-stakes mission to recover lost cargo, unearth long-held secrets, and confront dangerous adversaries all in the name of national security.\u003cb\u003eTom Clancy \u003c\/b\u003ewas the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of more than eighteen books. He died in October 2013.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eDavid Michaels\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of two novels in Tom Clancy's Ghost Recon series and several in Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell series.\u003cp\u003eTable of Contents\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTitle Page\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCopyright Page\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eDedication\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAcknowledgements\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 2\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 3\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 4\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 5\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 6\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 7\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 8\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 9\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 10\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 11\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 12\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 13\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 14\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 15\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 16\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 17\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 18\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 19\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 20\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 21\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 22\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 23\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 24\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 25\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 26\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 27\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 28\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 29\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 30\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 31\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 32\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 33\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 34\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 35\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 36\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 37\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 38\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 39\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 40\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 41\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 42\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 43\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 44\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 45\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 46\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 47\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 48\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eChapter 49\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEPILOGUE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE BESTSELLING NOVELS OF\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTOM CLANCY\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE TEETH OF THE TIGER\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eA new generation—Jack Ryan, Jr.—takes over in Tom Clancy’s\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eextraordinary, and extraordinarily prescient, novel.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“INCREDIBLY ADDICTIVE.” \u003ci\u003e—Daily Mail\u003c\/i\u003e (London)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eRED RABBIT\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eTom Clancy returns to Jack Ryan’s early days—\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003ein an engrossing novel of global political drama . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“A WILD, SATISFYING RIDE.” \u003ci\u003e—New York Daily News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE BEAR AND THE DRAGON\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eA clash of world powers. President Jack Ryan’s trial by fire.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“HEART-STOPPING ACTION . . . CLANCY STILL REIGNS.” \u003ci\u003e—The Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eRAINBOW SIX\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eJohn Clark is used to doing the CIA’s dirty work.\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eNow he’s taking on the world . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“ACTION-PACKED.” \u003ci\u003e—The New York Times Book Review\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eEXECUTIVE ORDERS\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eA devastating terrorist act leaves Jack Ryan\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eas President of the United States . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“UNDOUBTEDLY CLANCY’S BEST YET.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Atlanta Journal-Constitution\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eDEBT OF HONOR\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eIt begins with the murder of an American woman\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003ein the backstreets of Tokyo. It ends in war . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“A SHOCKER.” \u003ci\u003e—Entertainment Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe smash bestseller that launched Clancy’s career—\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003ethe incredible search for a Soviet defector\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eand the nuclear submarine he commands . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“BREATHLESSLY EXCITING.” \u003ci\u003e—The Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eRED STORM RISING\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe ultimate scenario for World War III—\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003ethe final battle for global control . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“THE ULTIMATE WAR GAME . . . BRILLIANT.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e—Newsweek\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePATRIOT GAMES\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eCIA analyst Jack Ryan stops an assassination—\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eand incurs the wrath of Irish terrorists . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“A HIGH PITCH OF EXCITEMENT.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE CARDINAL OF THE KREMLIN\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe superpowers race for the ultimate Star Wars\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003emissile defense system . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“\u003ci\u003eCARDINAL\u003c\/i\u003e EXCITES, ILLUMINATES . . . A REAL PAGE-TURNER.” \u003ci\u003e—Los Angeles Daily News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eCLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe killing of three U.S. officials in Colombia ignites the\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eAmerican government’s explosive, and top secret, response . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“A CRACKLING GOOD YARN.” \u003ci\u003e—The Washington Post\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE SUM OF ALL FEARS\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe disappearance of an Israeli nuclear weapon threatens the\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003ebalance of power in the Middle East—and around the world . . .\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“CLANCY AT HIS BEST . . . NOT TO BE MISSED.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e—The Dallas Morning News\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eWITHOUT REMORSE\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eHis code name is Mr. Clark. And his work for the CIA\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eis brilliant, cold-blooded, and efficient . . . but who is he really?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“HIGHLY ENTERTAINING.” \u003ci\u003e—The Wall Street Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eNovels by Tom Clancy\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTHE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER \u003cbr\u003eRED STORM RISING \u003cbr\u003ePATRIOT GAMES \u003cbr\u003eTHE CARDINAL OF THE KREMLIN \u003cbr\u003eCLEAR AND PRESENT DANGER \u003cbr\u003eTHE SUM OF ALL FEARS \u003cbr\u003eWITHOUT REMORSE \u003cbr\u003eDEBT OF HONOR \u003cbr\u003eEXECUTIVE ORDERS \u003cbr\u003eRAINBOW SIX \u003cbr\u003eTHE BEAR AND THE DRAGON \u003cbr\u003eRED RABBIT \u003cbr\u003eTHE TEETH OF THE TIGER\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSSN: STRATEGIES OF SUBMARINE WARFARE\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eNonfiction\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSUBMARINE: A GUIDED TOUR INSIDE A NUCLEAR WARSHIP \u003cbr\u003eARMORED CAV: A GUIDED TOUR OF AN ARMORED CAVALRY REGIMENT \u003cbr\u003eFIGHTER WING: A GUIDED TOUR OF AN AIR FORCE COMBAT WING \u003cbr\u003eMARINE: A GUIDED TOUR OF A MARINE EXPEDITIONARY UNIT \u003cbr\u003eAIRBORNE: A GUIDED TOUR OF AN AIRBORNE TASK FORCE \u003cbr\u003eCARRIER: A GUIDED TOUR OF AN AIRCRAFT CARRIER \u003cbr\u003eSPECIAL FORCES: A GUIDED TOUR OF U.S. ARMY SPECIAL FORCES\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eINTO THE STORM: A STUDY IN COMMAND  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e(written with General Fred Franks, Jr., Ret., and Tony Koltz)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEVERY MAN A TIGER  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e(written with General Charles Horner, Ret., and Tony Koltz)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eSHADOW WARRIORS: INSIDE THE SPECIAL FORCES  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e(written with General Carl Stiner, Ret., and Tony Koltz)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBATTLE READY  \u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e(written with General Tony Zinni, Ret., and Tony Koltz)\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eCreated by Tom Clancy\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S SPLINTER CELL \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S SPLINTER CELL: OPERATION BARRACUDA \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S SPLINTER CELL: CHECKMATE \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S SPLINTER CELL: FALLOUT\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eCreated by Tom Clancy and Steve Pieczenik\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: MIRROR IMAGE \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: GAMES OF STATE \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: ACTS OF WAR \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: BALANCE OF POWER \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: STATE OF SIEGE \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: DIVIDE AND CONQUER \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: LINE OF CONTROL \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: MISSION OF HONOR \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: SEA OF FIRE \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: CALL TO TREASON \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S OP-CENTER: WAR OF EAGLES\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: HIDDEN AGENDAS \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: NIGHT MOVES \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: BREAKING POINT \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: POINT OF IMPACT \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: CYBERNATION \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: STATE OF WAR \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: CHANGING OF THE GUARD \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: SPRINGBOARD \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S NET FORCE: THE ARCHIMEDES EFFECT\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eCreated by Tom Clancy and Martin Greenberg\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: POLITIKA \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: RUTHLESS.COM \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: SHADOW WATCH \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: BIO-STRIKE \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: COLD WAR \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: CUTTING EDGE \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: ZERO HOUR \u003cbr\u003eTOM CLANCY’S POWER PLAYS: WILD CARD\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE BERKLEY PUBLISHING GROUP\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublished by the Penguin Group\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePenguin Group (USA) Inc.\u003c\/b\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, 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Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTOM CLANCY’S SPLINTER CELL®: FALLOUT\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eA Berkley Book \/ published by arrangement with Rubicon, Inc.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePRINTING HISTORY \u003cbr\u003eBerkley edition \/ November 2007\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eCopyright © 2007 by Rubicon, Inc.\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAll rights reserved. \u003cbr\u003eNo part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form \u003cbr\u003ewithout permission. 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Purchase only authorized editions. \u003cbr\u003eFor information, address: The Berkley Publishing Group, \u003cbr\u003ea division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., \u003cbr\u003e375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eeISBN : 978-1-101-00375-6\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBERKLEY® \u003cbr\u003eBerkley Books are published by The Berkley Publishing Group, \u003cbr\u003ea division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., \u003cbr\u003e375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014. \u003cbr\u003eBERKLEY® is a registered trademark of Penguin Group (USA) Inc. \u003cbr\u003eThe “B” design is a trademark belonging to Penguin Group (USA) Inc.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eTo all the loyal “Fisherists” skulking about out there.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eACKNOWLEDGMENTS\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhile I’ve said it before, it bears repeating: The author is but the “face” of a book. The heart, muscles, and oftentimes the brains of a book work behind the scenes, unseen, and too often unacknowledged.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThanks to the following for helping make \u003ci\u003eTom Clancy’s Splinter Cell: Fallout\u003c\/i\u003e the great book it is:\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTom Colgan, Sandy Harding, and everyone else at The Berkley Publishing Group. Thanks for making me look good.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eMichael Ovitz and Chris George. Thanks for your confidence.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFrom Ubisoft: Joshua Meyer, Richard Dansky, Alexis Nolent, Olivier Henriot, Ubisoft Legal Department, and everyone else who has a hand in producing \u003ci\u003eSplinter Cell.\u003c\/i\u003e (All of whom I forgot to recognize in the last book. My apologies.)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePam Ahearn. Thanks for your support and dedication. You’re the best, Pam.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTom Clancy, without whom \u003ci\u003eSplinter Cell\u003c\/i\u003e wouldn’t exist.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnd, of course, my wife. I’m glad you’re in my life.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e2008—SAN FRANCISCO\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eFISHER\u003c\/b\u003e knew he was being followed. He knew it by the obvious signs, of course, but he also felt it in his gut. What he didn’t know was how many there were and when they would make their move. He’d already picked up the package right under their noses, so they certainly weren’t going to let him reach the drop-off. But how close would they let him get?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe stopped before the window of a watch shop and stood admiring the newest Tissots on display. From the corner of his eye, he saw the man he’d named Tail 6.1 (one watcher on his six o’clock position) also stop before a window to study the merchandise. The man was good; as Fisher watched, the man pulled out his cell phone, dialed, then said after a moment, “No, I’m looking at it right now . . . yeah, the exact one you’ve been looking for . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eA good tail personalizes his or her cover,\u003c\/i\u003e Fisher reminded himself. Without that, a watcher tends to carry a “pursuit aura” that anyone with even the most rudimentary countersurveillance training would pick up on.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“. . . no, the one on Franklin Street . . . right. Okay, bye.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWalking fifty feet behind Tail 6.1, Tail 6.2.2 (two watchers together, a man and woman walking arm in arm, second position behind the first tail), passed their compatriot at the shop window and kept walking, passing Fisher a few seconds later and continuing down the sidewalk. Fisher mentally switched their designation to Tail 12.2—they were now in the lead tail position.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe’d been keeping this imaginary clock face in his head for the past two hours, moving the various pawns around as they changed positions and proximity to him. They were all very good, moving seamlessly as they kept a blanket of surveillance over him, all the while changing clothes and partners and demeanors in hopes of remaining invisible to him. It hadn’t worked, but neither had he been able to lose them with the routine dry-cleaning tactics. The other factor: Did they know he’d made them? Probably not; if they did, they would’ve already taken him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eIt would have been ridiculous—all these do-they-know-I-know machinations—if it hadn’t been so deadly serious. They’d already come close to catching him in the act two weeks earlier; if it happened this time, he was done.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFisher checked his watch. Another ten minutes was all he needed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTen minutes and one last attempt to lose them.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eHe turned from the shop window and continued down the sidewalk, but at a slower pace, letting the couple ahead of him gain some distance. The sidewalk and streets were moist with fog from the bay, and the mist swirled around the streetlights, rainbow-hued halos that seemed to shift and pulse as Fisher’s path took him closer or farther from each one. In the distance he could hear the mournful gong of navigation buoys.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAhead he could see the entrance to the alley, a darkened rectangle between two buildings. He’d chosen it the night before for a number of reasons: It sat equidistant between two streetlamps; its end was blocked by a tall hurricane fence topped with barbed wire; and, if he timed it correctly, his lead tails would round the corner ahead before he reached the alley entrance. And, once inside, to keep him in sight, one or more of the watchers would have to follow him in—probably the lone man on his tail. \u003ci\u003eSo, ten seconds for him to reach the entrance, thirty more waiting to see if his target reemerged\u003c\/i\u003e, Fisher thought. With luck, he’d have forty seconds to do what he needed to do.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eKeeping his eyes fixed on the couple ahead and his ears tuned to the click of heels on the sidewalk behind him, Fisher adjusted his pace, waiting, waiting . . . The couple ahead rounded the corner. Fisher drew even with the alley’s entrance and continued for three more paces, then abruptly wheeled left and strode into the shadowed alley. Feeling the darkness envelop him, Fisher felt a wave of relief. For most of his career, he’d worked strictly in the shadows, and he’d come to think of them as his closest ally. Conversely, this cloak-and-dagger business was done mostly in plain sight.  It was a different kind of game altogether. It had taken some getting used to.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eOn flat feet he sprinted halfway down the alley until he reached the darkened doorway to his left, then ducked into it. Just as he’d left it, the tin garbage can lid was propped against the brick wall. He snatched it up, tucked it between his legs, then reached above his head and snagged the lowermost rung of the building’s fire escape. He chinned himself onto the grated catwalk above and then crab-walked to the right until he reached the first stairway and started upward. At the next landing, he grasped the garbage can lid like a Frisbee in his right hand, leaned over the railing, took aim, and hurled the lid. It sailed true, arcing down the alley. It slammed into the hurricane fence at the far end, bounced off the fencing with a twanging rattle, and crashed into the garbage cans against the wall.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFisher was already moving, bounding silently up the fire escape ladder two steps at a time. He stopped, pressed his body against the wall, and listened. Below him he could hear heels clicking in the alley. He looked down. His lone tail, having heard the commotion, recognizing it for what it was, and assuming his target was making a run for it, had taken the bait.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe final piece of Fisher’s ploy—a homeless man he’d paid $100 to wait in the alley on the other side of the fence until he got his cue—now played his part and shuffled down the alley toward its opposite entrance.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFisher heard a muttered “Damn,” then saw his tail lift his jacket cuff to his lips: “Target on run . . . heading east toward Auburn . . .” The tail turned and sprinted from the alley.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003eAttaboy,\u003c\/i\u003e Fisher thought and started a new timer in his head. \u003ci\u003eTwo minutes. No more\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTen seconds after the tail disappeared around the corner, a blue van with a red and yellow Johnson \u0026amp; Sons Plumbing placard on its side raced past the alley’s entrance and squealed around the corner. Fisher gave the van five more seconds, waiting until he no longer heard the engine, then climbed the final few steps to the fire escape’s uppermost platform, then boosted himself onto the roof. It was gravel-covered, flat, and mostly featureless save for a few rusted ventilation chimneys and a lone, phone booth-sized access door in its center. In the distance he could see the twinkling lights of San Francisco’s business district and beyond that, the navigation lights of cargo ships moving in the harbor.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eCareful to not disturb the gravel, Fisher walked west across the roof, paralleling the sidewalk below until he reached the far edge. As had been the garbage can lid, the aluminum maintenance ladder he’d found here the day before was still in place, lying on its side, tucked against the eaves trough. Quietly he picked up the ladder and, holding it vertically before him, braced the clawed feet on the eaves, then grasped the pulley rope and began extending the ladder upward.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe rung supports clanged against the ladder’s aluminum braces, echoing through the alley and the street below. Fisher winced inwardly but kept pulling. There was nothing to be done about the noise; it was necessary. Once the ladder had reached its full height, Fisher leaned backward for leverage and began lowering it across the gap to the next building. As the ladder passed the forty-five-degree  angle, gravity took hold. Fisher strained to keep the ladder’s twenty-four-foot length steady. Hand over hand, inches at a time, he continued until finally the aluminum supports banged against the opposite roof.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTo his north he heard the squealing of tires followed by echoed shouts: “Stop right there! Don’t move, don’t move . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThen silence. Thirty seconds passed. An engine revved again. Tires squealed.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFisher allowed himself another smile. \u003ci\u003eThey’re on to you, Sam.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAnother half minute passed, and then Fisher heard what he assumed was the plumbing van race around the corner and slide to a stop before his escape alley. Fisher bent over, lifted the end of the ladder, and let it drop with a clang back onto the eaves. He then turned on his heel, walked to the roof’s access door, and opened it an inch, leaving it ajar. Finally, he walked to the northern edge of the roof and dropped onto the fire escape below. As he reached the third-floor landing, he heard the rapid crunch of footsteps on the roof gravel.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Here, here . . . that ladder . . .” a voice called.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThen a second voice: “Got an open door here . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe crackle of radio static, then a third voice: “Units . . . command . . . regroup, back to the street . . .”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFisher waited until he heard the footsteps running back over the gravel, then braced himself against the brick wall, took two quick steps, and leaped across the gap to the opposite building’s balcony. He crouched down, slid open the window, crawled through into the empty apartment, and closed the window behind him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTwo minutes later he was out the building’s front door and headed north.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eHALF\u003c\/b\u003e an hour later, he was sitting on a bench in Embarcadero Plaza overlooking the bay, eating a chunk of sour-dough bread, and sipping coffee when the Johnson \u0026amp; Sons Plumbing van pulled to a stop at the curb. The side door slid open, revealing four shadowed figures and a bank of monitors and communications equipment. A figure climbed down from the van, walked to Fisher, and stopped before him.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe woman Fisher knew as Jackie Fiest was wearing a blue sweatshirt embossed with a circa 1960s red female symbol. She smiled ruefully at him and shook her head. “You’re an SOB, Fisher.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFisher smiled back. “I assume that means I passed?”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e“Passed? Sweetie, you just got done running a dozen of my best watchers in circles for the past two hours. What d’you think? Come on, get in, let’s debrief.”\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e2\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003eALATAU MOUNTAINS, KYRGYZSTAN-KAZAKHSTAN BORDER\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eTHE\u003c\/b\u003e warlords and their troops had been instructed to assemble in full battle gear shortly before dusk in the camp, a narrow mountain canyon surrounded by craggy, snowcapped peaks. Straddling the border as it did, the camp had for the last two years been the main headquarters for the resistance fighters. 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