The Archimedes Effect (Tom Clancy's Net Force, Book 10)
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With Army bases under attack by terrorists, Net Force's own crack troops team up with Army intelligence and the National Guard to track down who is behind the deadly strikes. But they are countered at every move by a cunning opponent who thinks like one of their own. Original.
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kiosk filled with green smoke. Without thinking, Stevens reached for his side arm. “Belay that, Sarge! It’s just puke gas. You behave, you’ll be telling the story to your buddies over beer tonight. But move crooked, and you bleed out right here and now. They don’t pay you enough, you know.” Stevens nodded. “Yeah. I hear you.” He moved his hand away from his gun’s butt. Twenty seconds later, the kiosk door opened. The night wind cleaned out the vestiges of the greenish smoke to reveal Billings
Carruth thought. Done and on the way out, and then, out of nowhere, that X-factor appeared, and royally screwed it all up. Some guy with insomnia or having to walk out a cramp or sneak a smoke, whatever, and all of a sudden he’s yelling and lights are coming on. . . . Carruth had shut him up, but the cure—a round from his BMF revolver—was worse than the disease. He hadn’t thought, he had just pulled the piece and cooked, almost instinctively. The gun was like a bomb going off, and anybody who
carefully. If Carruth still had the cop-killing gun, it would be on his hip, in the car, or stashed at his home somewhere. She was tempted to run past his house and make sure there wasn’t anything she didn’t want the cops to find, but she didn’t think there would be. Carruth was pretty good about stuff like that. Well, that’s what you thought about him before you found out about the two cops and that goddamned gun. . . . So she drove slowly and carefully, and got to Partin’s Country Market
starting a business away from all the noise and traffic.” The cop, who was maybe twenty-five, smiled. “Really nice country.” “It is. We figured we’d get the Realtor’s number and see if we can set up a meeting.” She smiled at the trooper, who grinned back. “Shame you had to come in two cars.” Cops never just took anything at face value, the good ones. She leaned down closer to the cop. “My friend and I, we’re, uh, married to . . . other people right now. We’re going to, uh, take care of that,