Book: Tom Clancy Zero Hour (a Jack Ryan Jr. Novel)

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Book: Tom Clancy Zero Hour (a Jack Ryan Jr. Novel) - Don Bentley Product Description Jack Ryan, Jr. is the one man who can prevent a second Korean War in the latest thrilling entry in the #1 New York Times bestselling series. When the leader of North Korea is catastrophically injured, his incapacitation inadvertently triggers a dead-man s switch, activating an army of sleeper agents in South Korea and precipitating a struggle for succession. Jack Ryan, Jr. is in Seoul to interview a potential addition to the Campus. But his benign trip takes a deadly turn when a wave of violence perpetrated by North Korean operatives grips South Korea s capital. A mysterious voice from North Korea offers Jack a way to stop the peninsula s rush to war, but her price may be more than he can afford to pay. About the Author Tom Clancy was the #1 New York Times bestselling author of more than eighteen books. He died in October 2013. Don Bentley spent a decade as an Army Apache helicopter pilot, and while deployed in Afghanistan was awarded the Bronze Star and the Air Medal with V device for valor. Following his time in the military, Bentley worked as an FBI special agent focusing on foreign intelligence and counterintelligence and was a Special Weapons and Tactics (SWAT) team member. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. 1 Seoul, South Korea Jack Ryan, Jr., considered himself a man of culture. Even so, hed never before experienced a flash mob. At least he thought it was a flash mob. This was South Korea. If there was anything Jack had learned in the handful of hours hed been on Korean soil, it was that things here were a bit . . . different. And that included flash mobs. One moment Jack had been contemplating the towering stone statue of Admiral Yi Sun-sin, the next he was body-to-body with a plaza full of chanting Koreans. Though the early-afternoon sun had yet to burn through a gray overcast sky, and scattered puddles of oily water from the mornings rain still coated the pedestrian areas stone walkways, the iffy weather did little to deter the growing crowd. People poured into Gwanghwamun Plaza from adjacent streets, spilling past the office buildings lining the west and east sides of the plaza and threading around the concrete barriers and stone planters designed to keep frisky Korean drivers at bay. Jack had taken Domingo Ding Chavezs advice. Rather than renting a car, Jack had grabbed a cab at the airport. Once again his mentor and coworker had provided Jack with safe counsel. While he wasnt exactly a stranger to driving overseas, as near as Jack could tell, Korean traffic signs were merely suggestions. In fact, none of the Western driving norms Jack was accustomed to seemed to apply. After he and the cabbie experienced two near misses before even leaving the airport proper, Jack had decided that feigning sleep and reciting the Rosary was the best way to allow his jet-lagged mind to cope with the sudden onslaught of stimuli. Lisanne Robertson had followed suit, cradling her head against Jacks shoulder and closing her eyes. With the feel of her thick, dark hair against his cheek and the smell of her olive-toned skin just inches away, the traffic hadnt seemed quite so horrible. Or maybe Jack had just come to the realization that dying with a beautiful womans head on his shoulder wasnt such a bad way to go. In any case, the avalanche of bodies now pouring into the plaza made the taxi rides madness seem like a Sunday drive. At six-foot-two, Jack had no problem seeing over the crowd, but he was less successful in locating an avenue of escape. The people really were coming from everywhere, and the first human wave had washed up against the statue and was now pooling in swirling eddies. Jack was a big man even by American standards. His two-hundred-twenty-pound athletic frame usually ensured that bystanders kept their distance. Not in South Korea. Like in many Asian countries, Koreans didnt subscribe to the Western idea of personal space. Though to be fair, fla