Night Moves by Tom Clancy & Steve Pieczenik

Author:Tom Clancy & Steve Pieczenik [Clancy, Tom & Pieczenik, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thrillers, Technological, Suspense, Action & Adventure, Fiction
ISBN: 042517400X
Google: isimPlRd_zkC
Amazon: B001QL5MLE
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2000-04-01T03:22:12+00:00

He heard one of the maids chattering madly at somebody in the hall. He smiled as he sipped his drink.

He pulled his pocket watch out and looked at it.

“What is the problem, Applewhite?”

The butler came into the room, looking apologetic.

“Sorry about the disturbance, milord. The maid and Cook were distraught.”

“Whatever for?”

“It seems the telly has gone down. And the telephones are also on the blink.”

“Really?”

“Yes, milord. Can’t even pick up most of the radio channels on the battery unit or in the automobiles.”

“Well, that would be distressing then, wouldn’t it?

Think it’s the Russians dropping bombs?”

“I hardly think so, milord.”

“Well, I’m sure his majesty’s government will see to whatever the problem is soonest.”

“Yes, milord.”

Applewhite went back to calm the maid and Cook, and Goswell rattled his ice cubes around in his drink.

Had to hand it to that scientist fellow, he was dashedly good at the computer business. Not only had the airlines been knocked down again, but worldwide communications had been whacked solidly, most of the satellites taken off-line. And the telly and radio signals that depended on the network of satellites had been disrupted, along with telephonic operations. Quite a stroke. And, of course, operations in the U.K.

would come back much sooner than the rest of the world, if Bascombcoombs’s calculations were correct—and so far, they always had been. A brilliant fellow, he was.

A pity he would have to die. Good help was so hard to find.

Saturday, April 9thIn the air over the Virginia coast Net Force’s military arm had cranked up one of the old overhauled and refitted 747s for the hop to England, and John Howard sat in the thing, wishing it was an SST.

The sooner they got to the U.K.” the better. Of course, he might as well wish for a time-travel machine so he could have gotten there yesterday. Government agencies went on diets and binges as often as attendees at a fat farm, and Congress had been in moderate belt-tightening mode when Net Force had been funded. It could have been worse, though. They might have come up with some old DC-3 prop jobs the DEA had confiscated from drug runners instead of the 747s.

He wanted to get his hands on Ruzhyo right now, but at least he was on the way. He’d have to work the logistics with the Brits when they got there, but they had an arrangement with his majesty’s government, and having Alex Michaels already in England wouldn’t hurt.

Howard couldn’t imagine the British would give them any flak about collecting a former Spetsnaz killer.

Of course, they didn’t have the death penalty over there, and if they went through formal extradition, that could be a problem. A lot of countries had gotten on their high horses about that, refusing to turn escaped scum over to the U.S. unless they agreed not to fry the bastards.

Well, it wasn’t going to come to that. There wouldn’t be any paperwork filed on the killer through his majesty’s legal system. If he didn’t come back with them to face American justice, then it would certainly be because he was beyond any earthly justice.

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