Clear and Present Danger

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The sudden and surprising assassination of three American officials in Colombia.

Many people in many places, moving off on missions they all mistakenly thought they understood.

The future was too fearful for contemplation, and beyond the expected finish lines were things that, once decided, were better left unseen.

Tom Clancy's new thriller is based on America's war on drugs ...

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Overview

The sudden and surprising assassination of three American officials in Colombia.

Many people in many places, moving off on missions they all mistakenly thought they understood.

The future was too fearful for contemplation, and beyond the expected finish lines were things that, once decided, were better left unseen.

Tom Clancy's new thriller is based on America's war on drugs . . . and the covert — and shocking — U. S. response.

The #1 nationwide bestseller! Jack Ryan, hero of The Hunt for Red October, is in the middle of America's war on drugs. Colombian drug lords have assassinated three top American officials. America's response is unprecedented and shocking!

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When a U.S. president decides that drug smuggling has become a ``clear and present danger'' to national security, the response is a complex and covert military campaign against the ``Colombian Cartel.'' ``The dean of techno-thrillers demonstrates once again his mastery of the genre,'' stated PW . (Aug.)
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Another suspense-filled novel by the author of Patriot Games & The Hunt for Red October. Colombian drug lords, the assassination of American officials, and an intricate pattern of covert operations in South America and at home set off international alarms.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780425122129
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 7/28/1990
  • Series: Jack Ryan Series , #4
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 704
  • Sales rank: 78,776
  • Lexile: 920L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 6.88 (w) x 4.10 (h) x 1.49 (d)

Meet the Author

Tom Clancy is America’s, and the world’s, favorite international thriller author. Starting with The Hunt for Red October, all thirteen of his previous books have hit #1 on the New York Times bestseller list. His books, The Hunt for Red October, Patriot Games, Clear and Present Danger, and The Sum of All Fears have been made into major motion pictures. He lives in Maryland where he is a co-owner of the Baltimore Orioles.
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    1. Hometown:
      Huntingtown, Maryland
    1. Date of Birth:
      April 12, 1947
    2. Place of Birth:
      Baltimore, Maryland
    1. Date of Death:
      October 1, 2013
    2. Place of Death:
      Baltimore, Maryland

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The room was still empty. The Oval Office is in the southeast corner of the White House West Wing. Three doors lead into it: one from the office of the President's personal secretary, another from a small kitchen which leads in turn to the President's study, and a third into a corridor, directly opposite the entrance to the Roosevelt Room. The room itself is of only medium size for a senior executive, and visitors always remark afterward that it seemed smaller than they expected. The President's desk, set just in front of thick windows of bullet-resistant polycarbonate that distort the view of the White House lawn, is made from the wood of HMS Resolute, a British ship that sank in American waters during the 1850s. Americans salvaged and returned it to the United Kingdom, and a grateful Queen Victoria ordered a desk made from its oaken timbers by way of official thanks. Made in an age when men were shorter than today, the desk was increased somewhat in height during the Reagan presidency. The President's desk was laden with folders and position papers capped with a printout of his appointment schedule, plus an intercom box, a conventional push-button multi-line telephone, and another ordinary- looking but high sophisticated secure instrument for sensitive conversations.

The President's chair was custom-made to fit its user, and its high back included sheets of DuPont Kevlar — lighter and tougher than steel — as additional protection against bullets that some madman might fire through the heavy windows. There were, of course, about a dozen Secret Service agents on duty in this part of the Presidential Mansion during business hours. To get here most people had to pass through a metal detector — in fact all did, since the obvious ones were a little too obvious — and everyone had to pass the quite serious scrutiny of the Secret Service detail, whose identity was plain from the flesh-toned earpieces that coiled out from under their suit jackets, and whose politeness was secondary to their real mission of keeping the President alive. Beneath the jacket of each was a powerful handgun, and each of these agents was trained to view everyone and everything as a potential threat to WRANGLER, which was the President's current code-name. It had no meaning beyond being easy to say and easily recognizable on a radio circuit.

Vice Admiral James Cutter, USN, was in an office on the opposite, northwest corner of the West Wing and had been since 6:15 that morning. The job of Special Assistant to the President for National Security Affairs requires a man to be an early riser. At a quarter to eight he finished off his second cup of morning coffee — it was good here — and tucked his briefing papers into a leather folder. He walked through the empty office of his vacationing deputy, turned right down the corridor past the similarly vaCant office of the Vice President, who was in Seoul at the moment, and turned left past the office of the President's Chief of Staff. Cutter was one of the handful of real Washington insiders — the Vice President was not among them — who didn't need the permission of the Chief of Staff to walk into the Oval Office whenever he felt the need, though he'd generally call ahead first to give the secretaries a heads-up. The Chief of Staff didn't like anyone to have that privilege, but that made his unlimited access all the more pleasant for Cutter to exercise. Along the way four security personnel nodded good morning to the Admiral, who returned the gestures as he would greet any skilled menial. Cutter's official code- name was LUMBERJACK, and though he knew that the Secret Service agents called him something else among themselves, Cutter was past caring what little people thought of him. The secretaries' anteroom was already up and running, with three secretaries and a Secret Service agent sitting in their appointed places.

"Chief on time?" he asked.

"WRANGLER is on the way down, sir," Special Agent Connor said. He was forty, a section chief of the Presidential Detail, didn't give a goddamn who Cutter was, and could care less what Cutter thought of him. Presidents and aides came and went, some liked, some loathed, but the professionals of the Secret Service served and protected them all. His trained eyes swept over the leather folder and Cutter's suit. No guns there today. He was not being paranoid. A king of Saudi Arabia had been killed by a family member, and a former prime minister of Italy had been betrayed by a daughter to the terrorist kidnappers who'd ultimately murdered him. It wasn't just kooks he had to worry about. Anyone could be a threat to the President. Connor was fortunate, of course, that he only had to worry about physical security. There were other sorts; those were the concerns of others less professional than he.

Everyone stood when the President arrived, of course, followed by his personal bodyguard, a lithe, thirtyish woman whose dark tresses neatly concealed the fact that she was one of the best pistol shots in government service. "Daga" — her Service nickname — smiled good morning at Pete. It would be an easy day. The President wasn't going anywhere. His appointment list had been thoroughly checked — the Social Security numbers of all nonregulars are run through the FBI's crime computers — and the visitors themselves would, of course, be subjected to the most thorough searches that can be made without an actual pat-down. The President waved for Admiral Cutter to follow him in. The two agents went over the appointment list again. It was routine, and the senior agent didn't mind that a man's job had been taken by a woman. Daga had earned her job on the street. If she were a man, everyone agreed, she'd have two big brass ones, and if any would-be assassin mistook her for a secretarial type, that was his bad luck. Every few minutes, until Cutter left, one or the other of the agents would peer through the spy-hole in the white-painted door to make sure that nothing untoward was happening. The President had held office for over three years and was used to the constant observation. It hardly occurred to the agents that a normal man might find it oppressive. It was their job to know everything there was to know about the President, from how often he visited the bathroom to those with whom he slept. They didn't call the agency the Secret Service for nothing. Their antecedents had concealed all manner of peccadillos. The President's wife was not entitled to know what he did every hour of the day — at least, some presidents had so decided — but his security detail was.

Behind the closed door, the President took his seat. From the side door a Filipino mess steward carried in a tray with coffee and croissants and came to attention before leaving. With this the morning's preliminary routine was complete, and Cutter began his morning intelligence briefing. This had been delivered from CIA to his Fort Myer, Virginia, home before dawn, which allowed the Admiral to paraphrase it. The brief didn't take long. It was late spring, and the world was a relatively quiet place. Those wars underway in Africa and elsewhere were not of great import to AmeriCan interests, and the Middle East was as tranquil as it ever seemed to be. That left time for other issues.

"What about SHOWBOAT?" the President asked while buttering his croissant.

"It's underway, sir. Ritter's people are already at work," Cutter replied.

"I'm still worried about security on the operation."

"Mr. President, it's as tight as one could reasonably expect. There are risks — you Can't avoid them all — but we're keeping the number of people involved to an absolute minimum, and those people have been carefully selected and recruited."

That earned the National Security Adviser a grunt. The President was trapped — and as with nearly every president, it had come about from his own words. Presidential promises and statements . . . the people had this annoying way of remembering them. And even if they didn't there were journalists and political rivals who never passed on a chance to make the necessary reminders. So many things had gone right in this presidency. But so many of those were secret — and annoyingly to Cutter, those secrets had somehow been kept. Well, they had to be, of course. Except that in the political arena no secret was truly sacred, most especially in an election year. Cutter wasn't supposed to be concerned with that. He was a professional naval officer, and therefore supposed to be apolitical in his outlook on the ins and outs of national security, but whoever had formulated that particular guideline must have been a monk. Members of the senior executive service did not take vows of poverty and chastity, however — and obedience was also a sometime thing.

"I promised the AmeriCan people that we'd do something about this problem," the President observed crossly. "And we haven't accomplished shit."

"Sir, you Cannot deal with threats to national security through police agencies. Either our national security is threatened or it is not." Cutter had been hammering that point for years. Now, finally, he had a receptive audience.

Another grunt: "Yeah, well, I said that, too, didn't I?"

"Yes, Mr. President. It's time they learned a lesson about how the big boys play." That had been Cutter's position from the beginning, when he'd been Jeff Pelt's deputy, and with Pelt now gone it was his view that had finally prevailed.

"Okay, James. It's your ball. Run with it. Just remember that we need results."

"You'll get 'em, sir. Depend on that."

"It's time those bastards were taught a lesson," the President thought aloud. He was certain that the lessons would be hard ones. On that he was correct. Both men sat in a room in which was focused and from which emanated the ultimate power of the most powerful nation in the history of civilization. The people who selected the man who occupied that room did so above all for their protection. Protection against the vagaries of foreign powers and domestic bullies, against all manner of enemies. Those enemies came in many forms, some of which the founding fathers had not quite anticipated. But one sort that had been anticipated existed in this very room . . . though it was not the one the President had in mind.

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The sun rose an hour later on the Caribbean coast, and unlike the climate-controlled comfort of the White House, here the air was thick and heavy with humidity on what promised to be yet another sultry day under a lingering high-pressure system. The forested hills to the west reduced the local winds to a bare whisper, and the owner of Empire Builder was past being ready to go to sea, where the air was cooler and the breezes unrestricted.

His crewmen arrived late. He didn't like their looks, but he didn't have to. Just so long as they behaved themselves. After all, his family was aboard.

"Good morning, sir. I am RamUn. This is Jes's," the taller one said. What troubled the owner was that they were so obviously tidied-up versions of . . . of what? Or had they merely wanted to look presentable?

"You think you can handle this?" the owner asked.

"SI. We have experience with large motor craft." The man smiled. His teeth were even and brushed. This was a man who took care with his appearance at all times, the owner thought. He was probably being overly cautious. "And Jes's, you will see, is a fine cook."

Charming little bastard. "Okay, crew quarters are forward. She's tanked up, and the engines are already warm. Let's get out where it's cool."

"Muy bien, Capit'n." RamUn and Jes's unloaded their gear from the jeep. It took several trips to get it all stowed, but by nine in the morning, MY Empire Builder slipped her mooring lines and stood out to sea, passing a handful of party boats heading out with yanqui tourists and their fishing rods. Once in open waters, the yacht turned north. It would take three days.

RamUn already had the wheel. That meant he sat in a wide, elevated chair while the autopilot — "George" — handled the steering. It was an easy ride. The Rhodes had fin stabilizers. About the only disappointment was in the crew accommodations, which the owner had neglected. So typical, RamUn thought. A multimillion-dollar yacht with radar and every possible amenity, but the crew who operated it didn't have so much as a television set and VCR to amuse themselves when off duty . . .

He moved forward on the seat, craning his neck to look on the fo'c'sle. The owner was there, asleep and snoring, as though the work of taking the yacht out to sea had exhausted him. Or perhaps his wife had tired him out? She was beside her husband lying facedown on her towel. The string for her bikini top was untied so as to give her back an even tan. RamUn smiled. There were many ways for a man to amuse himself. But better to wait. Anticipation made it all the better. He heard the sound of a taped movie in the main salon, aft of the bridge, where their children were watching some movie or other. It never occurred to him to feel pity for any of the four. But he was not completely heartless. Jes's was a good cook. They both approved of giving the condemned a hearty meal.

It was just light enough to see without the night-vision goggles, the dawn twilight that the helicopter pilots hated because the eye had to adapt itself to a lightening sky and ground that was still in shadows. Sergeant Chavez's squad was seated and strapped in with four-point safety belts, and between the knees of each was a weapon. The UH-60A Blackhawk helicopter swooped high over one of the hills and then dropped hard when past the crest.
"Thirty seconds," the pilot informed Chavez over the intercom.

It was supposed to be a covert insertion, which meant that the helicopters were racing up and down the valleys, careful that their operational pattern should confuse any possible observer. The Blackhawk dove for the ground and pulled up short as the pilot eased back on the cyclic control stick, which gave the aircraft a nose-up attitude, signaling the crew chief to slide the right-side door open and the soldiers to twist the release dials on their safety-belt buckles. The Blackhawk could touch down only for a moment.

"Go!"

Chavez went out first, moving perhaps ten feet from the door before he fell flat to the ground. The squad did the same, allowing the Blackhawk to lift off immediately, and rewarding each of its former passengers with a faceful of flying grit as it clawed its way back into the sky. It would reappear around the southern end of a hill as though it had never stopped. Behind it, the squad assembled and moved out into the treeline. Its work had just begun. The sergeant gave his commands with hand motions and led them off at a dead run. It would be his last mission, then he could relax.

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At the Navy's weapons testing and development facility, China Lake, California, a team of civilian technicians and some Navy ordnance experts hovered over a new bomb. Built with roughly the same dimensions as the old two-thousand-pounder, it weighed nearly seven hundred pounds less. This resulted from its construction. Instead of a steel skin, the bombcase was made of Kevlar-reinforced cellulose — an idea borrowed from the French, who made shell casings from the naturally produced fibers — with only enough metal fittings to allow attachment of fins, or the more extensive hardware that would convert it into an "LGB," able to track in on a specific point target. It was little known that a smart-bomb is generally a mere iron bomb with the guidance equipment bolted on.

"You're not going to get fragments worth a damn," a civilian objected.

"What's the point of having a Stealth bomber," another technician asked, "if the bad guys get a radar return off the ordnance load?"

"Hmph," observed the first. "What's the point of a bomb that just pisses the other guy off?"

"Put it through his front door and he won't live long enough to get pissed, will he?"

"Hmph." But at least he knew what the bomb was actually for. It would one day hang on the ATA, the Advanced Tactical Aircraft, a carrier-based attack bomber with stealth technology built in. Finally, he thought, the Navy's getting on board that program. About time. For the moment, however, the job at hand was to see if this new bomb with a different weight and a different center of gravity would track in on a target with a standard LGB guidance pack. The bomb hoist came over and lifted the streamlined shape off its pallet. Next the operator maneuvered it under the center-line hard-point of an A-6E Intruder attack bomber.

The technicians and officers walked over to the helicopter that would take them to the bombing range. There was no rush. An hour later, safely housed in a bunker that was clearly marked, one of the civilians trained an odd-looking device at a target four miles away. The target was an old five-ton truck that the Marines had given up on, and which would now, if everything went according to plan, die a violent and spectacular death.

"Aircraft is inbound over the range. Start the music."

"Roger," the civilian replied, squeezing the trigger on the GLD. "On target."

"Aircraft reports acquisition — stand by . . . " the communicator said.

At the other end of the bunker, an officer was watching a television camera locked onto the inbound Intruder. "Breakaway. We have a nice, clean release off the ejector rack." He'd check that view later with one off an A-4 Skyhawk fighter-bomber that was flying chase on the A-6. Few people realized that the mere act of dropping a bomb off an airplane was a complex and potentially dangerous exercise. A third camera followed the bomb down.

"Fins are moving just fine. Here we go . . . "

The camera on the truck was a high-speed one. It had to be. The bomb was falling too fast for anyone to catch it on the first run-through, but by the time the crushing bass note of the detonation reached the bunker, the operator had already started rewinding the tape. The replay was done one frame at a time.

"Okay, there's the bomb." Its nose appeared forty feet over the truck. "How was it fused?"

"VT," one of the officers answered. VT stood for variable time. The bomb had a miniradar transceiver in its nose, and was programmed to explode within a fixed distance of the ground, in this case, five feet, or almost the instant it hit the truck. "Angle looks just fine."

"I thought it would work," an engineer observed quietly. He'd suggested that since the bomb was essentially a thousand pounder, the guidance equipment could be programmed for the lighter weight. Though it was slightly heavier than that, the reduced density of the cellulose bombcase made for a similar ballistic performance. "Detonation."

As with any high-speed photos of such an event, the screen flashed white, then yellow, then red, then black, as the expanding gasses from the high-explosive filler cooled in the air. Just in front of the gas was the blast wave; air compressed to a point at which it was denser than steel, moving faster than any bullet. No machine press could duplicate the effect.

"We just killed another truck." It was a wholly unnecessary observation. Roughly a quarter of the truck's mass was pounded straight down into a shallow crater, perhaps a yard deep and twenty across. The remainder was hurled laterally as shrapnel. The gross effect was not terribly different, in fact, from a large car bomb of the sort delivered by terrorists, but a hell of a lot safer for the deliveryman, one of the civilians thought.

"Damn — I didn't think it'd be that easy. You were right, Ernie, we don't even have to reprogram the seeker," a Navy commander observed. They'd just saved the Navy over a million dollars, he thought. He was wrong.

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And so began something that had not quite begun and would not soon end, with many people in many places moving off in directions and on missions which they all mistakenly thought they understood. That was just as well. The future was too fearful for contemplation, and beyond the expected, illusory finish lines were things fated by the decisions made this morning — and once decided, best unseen.

— from Clear and Present Danger
by Tom Clancy
Copyright ©1989 by Jack Ryan Enterprises Ltd.

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  • Posted December 19, 2012

    In Tom Clancy¿s novel, ¿Clear and Present Danger,¿ a clever and

    In Tom Clancy’s novel, “Clear and Present Danger,” a clever and effective series of connected events all play out simultaneously which ultimately lead to a final and spectacular story. The novel begins by introducing several characters. The first is the secret service admiral whose name is Cutter, also known as “Lumberjack.” Next, it introduces Ramon and Jesus, two foreign men who are at work on the yacht called Empire Builder. Then Sergeant Chavez and his team are introduced as being on a covert mission and riding in a Black Hawk helicopter.
    As the story progresses, you are introduced to many more characters. There is Red Wagner, “The king of search and rescue,” who is the captain of the ship known as Panache. You learn about the life and military history of Staff Sergeant Domingo Chavez, “Ding.” Lieutenant Jackson is Chavez’s commander and has a brother who works at the Pentagon. Mr. Clark is introduced; he is the CIA’s Operations Directorate and a very mysterious man. Clark is not even his real name. You will later meet Ernesto Escobedo, the leader of the Columbian drug cartel, and Felix Cortez, an intellectual and highly trained (KGB) Marxist who works for him. More characters include Daniel Murray, Deputy Assistant Director of the FBI; Jack Ryan, the Deputy Director (Investigation)’s special assistant; Moira Wolfe, Executive Secretary of the FBI, who works for Emil Jacobs, the Director of the FBI.It all starts with Ramon and Jesus, who work for the Columbian drug cartel. They have been discovered on the Empire Builder by Captain Wagner. There is hard evidence that points toward brutal and ruthless crime, including rape, murder, and drug smuggling. The crew of Wagner’s ship harasses and scares the men. Around this time, United States law enforcement has been harassing the cartel immensely. As a result, the cartel assassinates three important US political officials to send a message. The president, who was friends with one of the men who was assassinated, regards their message as an act of war.
    From that point on, Chavez and his team along with several other branches of the military began to attack the cartel. The attacks result in a large amount of casualties and include a volume of collateral damage. The delightful complexity and authentic devotion to detail is what creates the story’s captivation and realistic feeling. Tom Clancy uses several elements of realism in the novel. The characters are depicted realistically, and the larger than life hero is therefore avoided. The details are very unemotional and firm as well.
    When and after reading “Clear and Present Danger,” you might contemplate your own political or ethical views. It will have you asking questions that you may not have thought of before. How far must criminal activity go before it is considered a threat to national security? How far can you go with an enemy before it is too far? When is it right for one side to accept that they’ve had enough? You may ask all of these or more. All in all, I regard the book to be a pronounced illustration of detailed and suspenseful modern warfare that should be enjoyed by anyone with a taste in outsized; gripping plots that are shaped by layers of weaved contingencies.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2010

    Joseph Smith

    "Clear and Present Danger" is a phenomenal book. IT is a hard to follow book and would not be recommended to slower readers. IT is a great fiction novel on the clashes between America and The drug cartel. It's very Thrilling and suspenseful. Great for book lovers.

    By Joseph SmiTh

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2003

    Fantastic!

    The best book i have ever read. I highly recommend this book to someone who is looking for something action-packed.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2003

    OUTSTANDING YOUVE DONE IT AGAIN CLANCY

    This was a great book, a thrilling and on the edge of your seat thriller. I was very pleased with how the books accuracy, military wise, was outstanding.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 9, 2009

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    Jack Ryan is Back

    Good book. Interesting to see how Jack devolops "his" govermental career.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2004

    Amazing

    Clancy establishes great suspense,drama,and action . Another great thrilling Jack Ryan adventure.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 5, 2014

    Awesome

    Awesome

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  • Posted November 15, 2013

    My favorite Clancy

    Thrilling! Page-turning, breath-holding, riviting & compelling from start to finish. I love a book that draws me in from the first paragraph, and this one surpassed my expectations.

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  • Posted March 2, 2013

    LOVED IT

    Lots of action, and insight into how covert operations work.
    A story, but about something that could really be happening, right now. A little bit hard to follow in a couple of places, but all in
    all, GREAT

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  • Posted January 10, 2013

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    I read it twice and listened to it on audiotape about three time

    I read it twice and listened to it on audiotape about three times. Clear and Present Danger is far superior to the movie. I highly reccomend this novel as it evolves Jack Ryan into the world of government.

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  • Posted December 18, 2012

    I loved this book!

    I loved this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2012

    The help

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 4, 2012

    WOW

    This is an outstanding read. A little long in some areas. But how bad could it be, I've read it four times. With each reread I am reminded why I enjoy reading the Jack Ryan series

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 9, 2009

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    Clear and Present Danger is a gripping drama that raises a great deal of interesting questions about the security of our nation and how best to combat these threats.

    The modern spy novel owes a great deal of debt to Tom Clancy. Clancy blended espionage, politics, and military command in a way that had never been done before and has never quite been equaled. Of these books, Clear and Present Danger marks a major leap forward in Clancy's themes and ideas, turning what were once typical spy novels and delving further into complex political and moral themes such as national security and the abuses of power amond high officals. It all kicks off when drug dealers assassinate a small time bussiness man who was embezzling from them and his entire family. Tired of dealing with drugs ans the people who deal them, as well as it being an election year, the President authorizes a covert operation to send troops to Colombia, illegally, to destroy drug processing plants and assassinate key members of the drug cartel. Several key members of the CIA are involved with the affair, but not newly appointed Deputy Director of Intelligence Jack Ryan, Clancy's trademark hero. But despite this, and the movie version starring Harrison Ford, Ryan is absent for well over a hundred pages and does not play much of a role until the novel is 2/3 over with. This gives Clancy room to explore new characters to deal with his themes, including the proper introduction of Mr.Clark, a fan favorite CIA "troubleshooter" who doesn't hesitate to get the job done. Clancy shows us how the chain of command goes from the White House to the CIA to the grunts on the ground. And its the grunts that provide the heart of the story, misled about their objective and then left to die by their government when the heat becomes too much to handle for the Administration to handle. The final act details a desperate rescue operation by Ryan, Clark, and the other heroes of the novel to save the troops still on the ground in Colombia. Sounds simple right. Wrong. Clear and Present Danger raises several fascinating question about foreign policy, the biggest being what really constitutes a Clear and Present Danger to US security. While this book makes its own speculations, it is up to you to see for yourself what you think it is, which adds to the novels depth. While their might be some people put off by Clancy's politics, even they can't deny that Clear and Present Danger is a gripping read that raises tough questions about the world we live in.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2004

    AN ACCOMPLISHED VOICE PERFORMANCE

    Veteran voice performer J. Charles is not only one of the most accomplished audio book narrators working today, he's also one of the busiest. Both listeners and publishers seem to know that if Mr. Charles lends his narrative skills to a production it's going to be highly listenable. An example is his rendering of this techno-thriller by the unparalleled Tom Clancy. Once again, Mr. Clancy tears his theme from today's headlines - our country's fight against drugs. As the story opens our commander In Chief isn't at all pleased with the progress being made in this battle. So, a formidable team is dispatched to Colombia to put an end to the struggle. It doesn't work as planned. Drug lords, as is known, show no mercy and they retaliate by killing civilians. A beleaguered President gives orders to not only end the original plan but to erase it. It should look as if it never existed. When Jack Ryan, now Deputy Director of for the CIA discovers that this aborted plan has been going on unbeknownst to him and some men have been stranded, Ryan decides to rescue them. In true Clancy fashion it's Ryan to the rescue, but it's a heart stopping struggle. - Gail Cooke

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 3, 2004

    Gripping!

    Clear and Present Danger, the fifth book in the Jack Ryan saga, is a gripping tale of intrigue and vengeful corruption. The book begins with the President issuing an executive order to dissolve the Medellin drug cartel in northwestern Columbia. He grants Admiral James Cutter (National Security Advisor) and Bob Ritter (Deputy Director [Operations]) 'hunting lisences' to cut them off at the ankles, which involves illegally sending armed soldiers into the jungles of Columbia. Meanwhile, Jack Ryan, who is acting as Deputy Director (Intelligence) while his mentor Jim Greer dies of pancreatic cancer, is left out of this because Cutter and Ritter know he will leak to Congress. Meanwhile, Ritter places John Clark in charge of the operational details in Columbia. Clark assembles a team of spanish-speaking soldiers, including the introduction of Ding Chavez, and sends them to Columbia. Clark has something else up his sleeve also. In Columbia, the leader of the Medellin cartel, Ernesto Escobedo, and his chief inelligence officer (Felix Cortez, a Cuban who was also Fidel Castro's intel officer), are driving to a meeting when suddenly the house explodes. Thinking it was a car-bomb, Escobedo has the FBI director (Emil Jacobs) assassinated while he is visiting Columbia. Cortez uses his American contact (Moira Wolfe, Jacobs' secretary) to try to establish who left the car-bomb. In reality, however, Clark had the Air Force drop a new cellulose-encased bomb dropped on the house to make it look like a car-bomb. During this, Ryan is still left in the dark about Ritter's op. Eventually, Cortez finds that the Americans are on the ground and he has a meeting with Cutter. He reaches a deal with Cutter that claims if Cutter stops the op and gives Cortez the maps of where they are, then he'll cut the cocaine shipment to the U.S. in half. Cutter reluctantly obliges and Chavez comes under heavy fire from oppostion. Chavez's group takes heavy casualties, but manages to ward them off. The novel ends with Ryan finding out and capturing Escobedo and Cortez as Clark and Chavez help him. Overall, I believe it was a very realistic book filled with information on CIA ops and paper-bombs. I would recommend it to anyone who wishes to read an informative book while being entertained.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2003

    Stupid

    THIS IS THE MOST HORRIBLE BOOK I HAVE EVER READ I CANT BELIVE TOM CLANCY WOULD MAKE SUCH A BOOK

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2003

    Conspiracy, Drugs, and Cover-up

    This is absolutely the best book Clancy has ever written. His other books have a slight aura of 'this-probably-won't-happen'. But this, whoa! The 'Conspiracy, Cover-up, & Drugs' Superhit.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2002

    One Word...Great!

    This is simply one of the best books i have ever read. It is simply amazing how Tom Clancy can create his plot and devolope his amazing characters. I would recommend to read this right NOW! There was one bad thing that i didnt like about this book but it is minor, you really dont get to hear a lot of Jack Ryan until late in the book he has only a few cameos in the begging. But you must read this book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2002

    WOW

    This book is GREAT, unfortinutly, the movie sucks. No matter what it BN say's this book is all about the Ding and the other soilders that make up his squad.It also let's us civililens see what real combat is all about. On top of it all, this book gives us some of Ding Chavez's history, along with a little of Vega's and Clark's.

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