|Publisher:||Penguin Publishing Group|
|Series:||Tom Clancy's Op-Center Series , #1|
|Product dimensions:||4.19(w) x 6.75(h) x 1.06(d)|
|Lexile:||970L (what's this?)|
|Age Range:||18 Years|
About the Author
Date of Birth:April 12, 1947
Date of Death:October 1, 2013
Place of Birth:Baltimore, Maryland
Education:Loyola High School in Towson, Maryland, 1965; B.A. in English, Loyola College, 1969
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Table of Contents
ONE - Tuesday, 4:10 P.M., Seoul
TWO - Tuesday, 5:30 P.M., Seoul
THREE - Tuesday, 3:50 A.M , Chevy Chase, MD
FOUR - Tuesday, 5:55 P.M., Seoul
FIVE - Tuesday, 6:01 P.M., Seoul
SIX - Tuesday, 4:04 A.M., the White House
SEVEN - Tuesday, 6:05 P.M., Seoul
EIGHT - Tuesday, 4:08 A.M., Chevy Chase, MD
NINE - Tuesday, 6:10 P.M., Seoul
TEN - Tuesday, 6:13 P.M., Nagato, Japan
ELEVEN - Tuesday, 6:15 P.M., Seoul
TWELVE - Tuesday, 5:15 A.M., the White House
THIRTEEN - Tuesday, 5:25 A.M., Quantico Marine Corps Air Station, VA
FOURTEEN - Tuesday, 7.30 P.M., Seoul
FIFTEEN - Tuesday, 5:55 A.M., Washington, D.C.
SIXTEEN - Tuesday, 8:00 P.M., the Sea of Japan
SEVENTEEN - Tuesday, 6:02 A.M., Op-Center
EIGHTEEN - Tuesday, 6:03 A.M., Andrews Air Force Base
NINETEEN - Tuesday, 8:19 P.M., Seoul
TWENTY - Tuesday, 6:25 A.M., Op-Center
TWENTY-ONE - Tuesday, 9:00 P.M., Seoul
TWENTY-TWO - Tuesday, 7:08 A.M, Virginia-Kentucky Border
TWENTY-THREE - Tuesday, 7:10 A.M., Op-Center
TWENTY-FOUR - Tuesday, 9:15 P.M., Seoul
TWENTY-FIVE - Tuesday, 7:35 A.M., Op-Center
TWENTY-SIX - Tuesday, 7:45 A.M., the National Reconnaissance Office
TWENTY-SEVEN - Tuesday, 9:55 P.M., Seoul
TWENTY-EIGHT - Tuesday, 7:57 A.M., Op-Center
TWENTY-NINE - Tuesday, 10:00 P.M., Seoul
THIRTY - Tuesday, 8:05 A.M., Op-Center
THIRTY-ONE - Tuesday, 10:10 P.M., Seoul
THIRTY-TWO - Tuesday, 10:15 P.M., Seoul
THIRTY-THREE - Tuesday, 10:20 P.M., Kosong, North Korea
THIRTY-FOUR - Tuesday, 8:40 A.M., Op-Center
THIRTY-FIVE - Tuesday, 8:55 A.M., Op-Center
THIRTY-SIX - Tuesday, 11:07 P.M., the DMZ
THIRTY-SEVEN - Tuesday, 9:10 A.M., Washington, D.C.
THIRTY-EIGHT - Tuesday, 11:17 P.M., Sea of Japan, twelve miles from Hungnam, ...
THIRTY-NINE - Tuesday, 8:20 A.M., the C-141 over Texas
FORTY - Tuesday, 11:25 P.M., Seoul
FORTY-ONE - Tuesday, 9:30 A.M., the White House
FORTY-TWO - Tuesday, 11:40 P.M., Seoul
FORTY-THREE - Tuesday, 11:45 P.M., KCIA Headquarters
FORTY-FOUR - Tuesday, 10:00 A.M., Washington, D.C.
FORTY-FIVE - Tuesday, 10:05 A.M., Op-Center
FORTY-SIX - Wednesday, 12:30 A.M., outside of Seoul
FORTY-SEVEN - Tuesday, 10:50 A.M., Op-Center
FORTY-EIGHT - Wednesday, 1:10 A.M., the Diamond Mountains, North Korea
FORTY-NINE - Wednesday, 1:15, A.M., the DMZ
FIFTY - Wednesday, 1:20 A.M., Yanguu Village
FIFTY-ONE - Wednesday, 11:30 A.M., Op-Center
FIFTY-TWO - Wednesday, 1:45 A.M., the DMZ
FIFTY-THREE - Wednesday, 2:00 A.M., Yanguu Village
FIFTY-FOUR - Tuesday, 12:30 P.M., Op-Center
FIFTY-FIVE - Wednesday, 2:35 A.M., the Diamond Mountains
FIFTY-SIX - Wednesday 2:45 A.M., the DMZ
FIFTY-SEVEN - Wednesday, 2:55 A.M., Seoul
FIFTY-EIGHT - Tuesday, 1:10 P.M., Op-Center
FIFTY-NINE - Wednesday, 3:30 A.M., Sariwon
SIXTY - Wednesday, 3:45 A.M., KCIA Headquarters
SIXTY-ONE - Tuesday, 2:00 P.M., Op-Center
SIXTY-TWO - Tuesday, 8:40 A.M., East of Midway Island
SIXTY-THREE - Wednesday, 5:20 A.M., the DMZ
SIXTY-FOUR - Tuesday, 4:00 P.M., Op-Center
SIXTY-FIVE - Wednesday, 6:30 A.M., the DMZ
SIXTY-SIX - Wednesday, 7:00 A.M. the Diamond Mountains
SIXTY-SEVEN - Wednesday, 7:10 A.M., Osaka
SIXTY-EIGHT - Wednesday, 7:20 A.M. , the DMZ
SIXTY-NINE - Tuesday, 5:30 P.M., Op-Center
SEVENTY - Wednesday, 7:35 A.M., the DMZ
SEVENTY-ONE - Wednesday, 7:48 A.M., the Diamond Mountains
SEVENTY-TWO - Wednesday, 7:50 A.M., the DMZ
SEVENTY-THREE - Wednesday, 7:53 A.M., Seoul
SEVENTY-FOUR - Wednesday, 7:59 A.M., the Diamond Mountains
SEVENTY-FIVE - Wednesday, 8:00 A.M., North Korean DMZ
SEVENTY-SIX - Wednesday, 8:02 A.M., the road to Yangyang
SEVENTY-SEVEN - Wednesday, 6:05 P.M., Op-Center
SEVENTY-EIGHT - Wednesday, 8:10 A.M., Seoul
SEVENTY-NINE - Wednesday, 6:17 A.M., Or-Center
EIGHTY - Wednesday, 9:00 A.M., the Diamond Mountains
EIGHTY-ONE - Wednesday, 7:20 P.M., Op-Center
EIGHTY-TWO - Wednesday, 9:24 A.M., the Diamond Mountains
EIGHTY-THREE - Wednesday, 7:35 P.M., Op-Center
EIGHTY-FOUR - Wednesday, 9:36 A.M., the Diamond Mountains
EIGHTY-FIVE - Wednesday, 9:37 A.M., The Diamond Mountains
EIGHTY-SIX - Wednesday, 9:50 A.M., The Diamond Mountains
EIGHTY-SEVEN - Wednesday, 10:30 A.M., Seoul
EIGHTY-EIGHT - Wednesday, 9:00 P.M., Op-Center
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Tuesday, 4:10 P.M., Seoul
Gregory Donald took a sip of scotch and looked across the crowded bar.
“Do you ever find yourself thinking back, Kim? I don’t mean to this morning or last week, but—way back?”
Kim Hwan, Deputy Director of the Korean Central Intelligence Agency, used a red stirring straw to poke at the slice of lemon floating in his Diet Coke. “To me, Greg, this morning is way back. Especially on days like these. What I wouldn’t give to be on a fishing boat with my uncle Pak in Yangyang.”
Donald laughed. “Is he still as feisty as he used to be?”
“Feistier. Remember how he used to have two fishing boats? Well, he got rid of one. Said he couldn’t stand having a partner. But sometimes I’d rather be fighting fish and storms than bureaucrats. You remember what it was like.” From the corner of his eye, Hwan watched as two men sitting beside him paid their tab and left.
Donald nodded. “I remember. That’s why I got out.”
Hwan leaned closer, looked around. His eyes narrowed, and his clean-cut features took on a conspiratorial edge. “I didn’t want to say anything while the SeoulPress editors were sitting here, but do you realize they’ve actually grounded my helicopters for today?”
Donald’s brow arched with surprise. “Are they crazy?”
“Worse. Reckless. The press monkeys said choppers crisscrossing overhead would make too much noise and ruin the sound bites. So if anything happens, there’s no aerial recon.”
Donald finished his scotch, then reached into the side pocket of his tweed jacket. “It’s upsetting, but it’s like everywhere else, Kim. The marketers have taken over from the talent. It’s that way in intelligence work, government, even at the Friendship Society. No one just jumps in the pool anymore. Everything’s got to be studied and evaluated until your initiative is colder than Custer.”
Hwan shook his head slowly. “I was disappointed when you quit to join the dip corps, but you were smart. Forget about improving the way the agency does business: I spend most of my time fighting just to maintain the status quo.”
“But no one does it better.”
Hwan smiled. “Because I love the agency, right?”
Donald nodded. He had withdrawn his Block meerschaum pipe and a packet of Balkan Sobranie tobacco. “Tell me—are you expecting any trouble today?”
“We’ve had warnings from the usual list of radicals, revolutionaries, and lunatics, but we know who and where they are and are watching them. They’re like the kooks who call in to Howard Stern show after show. Same cant, different day. But they’re mostly talk.”
Donald’s brow arched again as he tapped in a pinch of tobacco. “You get Howard Stern?”
Hwan finished his soda. “No. I heard bootleg tapes when we cracked a pirate ring last week. Come on, Greg, you know this country. The government thinks Oprah is too risque most of the time.”
Donald laughed, and as Hwan turned and said something to the bartender, his blue eyes once again moved slowly across the dark room.
There were a few South Koreans, but as it always was in the bars around the government building, it was mostly international press: Heather Jackson from CBS, Barry Berk from The New York Times, Gil Vanderwald from The Pacific Spectator, and others whom he didn’t care to think about or talk to. Which was why he’d come here early and tucked himself in a far, dark corner of the bar, and why his wife Soonji hadn’t joined them. Like Donald, she felt the press had never given him a fair shake—not when he was Ambassador to Korea twenty years ago, and not when he became the adviser on Korean affairs for Op-Center just three months before. Unlike her husband, though, Soonji got angry about negative press. Gregory had long ago learned to lose himself in his vintage meerschaum, a comforting reminder that, like a puff of pipe smoke, a headline is just for the moment.
The bartender came and went and Hwan turned from the bar, his dark eyes on Donald, his right forearm lying flat and stiff on the counter.
“So what did you mean by your question?” Hwan asked. “About thinking back?”
Donald put in the last of the tobacco. “Do you remember a fellow named Yunghil Oh?”
“Vaguely,” Hwan said. “He used to teach at the agency.”
“He was one of the founding fathers of the psychology division,” Donald said. “A fascinating old gentleman from Taegu. When I first came here in 1952, Oh was just leaving. Being booted out, really. The KCIA was trying hard to establish itself as a U.S.-style, state-of-the-art intelligence group and, when he wasn’t lecturing on psychological warfare, Oh was busy introducing aspects of Chondokyo.”
“Religion in the KCIA? Faith and espionage?”
“Not exactly. It was a kind of spiritual, heavenly way approach to deduction and investigation he had developed. He taught that the shadows of the past and future are all around us. He believed that through meditation, by reflecting on people and events that were and will be, we could touch them.”
“And they would help us see today more clearly.”
Hwan snickered. “No wonder they dismissed him.”
“He wasn’t for us,” Donald agreed, “and frankly, I don’t think Oh had all ten toes on the ground. But it’s funny. More and more I find myself thinking he was on to something—that he was in the neighborhood, if not knocking on the door.”
Donald reached into his pocket for matches. Hwan watched his one-time mentor closely.
“Anything you can put your finger on?”
“No,” Gregory admitted. “Just a feeling.”
Hwan scratched his right forearm slowly. “You always did have an interest in unusual people.”
“Why not? There’s always a chance you can learn something from them.”
“Like that old tae kwon do master. The one you brought in to teach us naginata.”
Donald struck a wooden match and, cupping the bowl of the pipe in his left hand, he put the flame to the tobacco. “That was a good program, one they should have expanded. You never know when you’ll be unarmed and have to defend yourself with a tightly rolled newspaper or a—”
The steak knife flew swiftly from under Hwan’s right forearm as he slid from the bar stool.
In the same instant Donald arched back and, still holding the bowl of the pipe, his wrist twisted and swung the straight stem of the meerschaum toward Hwan. He parried the lightning thrust of the knife and, bringing the pipe around it counterclockwise, so the stem was pointing straight down, a counterparry of quarte, he knocked the blade to the left.
Hwan pulled the knife back and thrust forward; Donald flicked his wrist and batted it left again, and then a third time. His young opponent went low this time, slashing toward the right; Donald’s elbow cocked to the side, brought the stem down to meet the knife, and parried the thrust again.
The delicate clack-click-clack of their sparring drew the attention of the people nearest them. Heads turned as the men dueled, forearms moving in and out like pistons, wrists pivoting with precision and finesse.
“Is this for real?” asked a techie with a CNN T-shirt.
Neither man said anything. They seemed oblivious to everyone as they fought, their eyes locked together, expressions flat, bodies motionless save for their left arms. They were breathing fast through their noses, their lips pressed tightly together.
The weapons continued to flash as the crowd closed around the combatants in a thick semicircle. Finally, there was a blinding series as Hwan lunged, Donald caught the knife in octave, bound it up to sixte, and then used a prise-de-fer move to roll Hwan’s hand slightly. Donald followed up by releasing the blade briefly, then giving it a hard spank in septime, sending the blade to the floor.
His eyes remained fixed on those of Hwan; with a slight move of his right hand, Donald extinguished the match that was still burning there.
The crowd burst into applause and whoops, and several people moved in to pat Donald on the back. Hwan grinned and extended his hand and, smiling, Donald clasped it between both of his.
“You’re still amazing,” Hwan said.
“You were holding back—”
“Only on the first move, in case you were slow. But you weren’t. You move like a ghost yourself.”
“Like a ghost?” said a sweet voice from behind Donald.
Donald turned as his wife made her way through the dispersing spectators. Her youthful beauty drew stares from the men of the press.
“That was a shameless display,” she said to her husband. “It was like watching Inspector Clouseau and his manservant.”
Hwan bowed at the waist as Donald hooked his arm around his wife’s waist. He pulled her close and kissed her.
“That wasn’t meant for your eyes,” Donald said, striking a new match and finally lighting his pipe. He glanced at the neon clock above the bar. “I thought I was supposed to meet you at the grandstand in fifteen minutes.”
“That was ago.”
He looked at her curiously.
“Fifteen minutes ago.”
Donald’s eyes fell. He ran a hand through his silver hair. “Sorry. Kim and I got to comparing horror stories and deeply held personal philosophies.”
“Many of which turned out to be the same thing,” Hwan noted.
Soonji smiled. “I had a feeling that after two years you would have a lot to talk about.” She looked at her husband. “Honey, if you want to continue talking or fence with other utensils after the ceremony, I can cancel that dinner with my parents—”
“No,” Hwan said quickly. “Don’t do that. I’ll have the post-event analysis to do, and that will run till late in the evening. Besides, I met your father at the wedding. He’s a very large man. I’ll try and come to Washington soon and spend some time with you both. Maybe I’ll even find myself an American wife, since Greg took the best woman in Korea for himself.”
Soonji gave him a small smile. “Someone had to show him how to lighten up.”
Hwan told the bartender to put the drinks on the KCIA tab, then retrieved the knife, laid it on the bar, and regarded his old friend. “Before I go, though, I do want to tell you this: I’ve missed you, Greg.”
Donald gestured toward the knife. “I’m glad.”
Soonji smacked him on the shoulder. He reached around and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.
“I mean it,” Hwan said. “I’ve been thinking a lot about the years after the war, when you looked after me. Had my own parents lived, I could not have had a more loving family.”
Hwan bowed his head quickly and left; Donald looked down.
Soonji watched him go, then placed a slender hand on her husband’s shoulder. “There were tears in his eyes.”
“He left quickly because he didn’t want to upset you.”
Donald nodded, then looked up at his wife, at the woman who had showed him that wisdom and youth are not mutually exclusive . . . and that apart from it taking a helluva long time to stand up straight in the morning, age really was a state of mind.
“That’s what makes him so special,” Donald said as Hwan stepped into the bright sunlight. “Kim’s soft inside, hard outside. Yunghil Oh used to say that was armor for every eventuality.”
Donald took her hand and led her from the bar. “A man who used to work at the KCIA, someone I’m beginning to wish I’d gotten to know a little bit better.”
Trailing a thin line of smoke behind him, Donald escorted his wife onto broad, crowded Chonggyechonno. Turning north, they strolled hand-in-hand toward the imposing Kyongbok Palace, at the back of the old Capitol Building, first built in 1392 and rebuilt in 1867. As they neared, they could see the long blue VIP grandstand, and what promised to be a curious blend of boredom and spectacle as South Korea celebrated the anniversary of the election of its first President.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This book was very exciting and it doesnt drag itself on longer than it needs to be. I liked how this book takes place over a short amount of time. A critic above says 41 hours, but that is incorrect, it takes place over 19-20 hours. toward the end of the book, the time for the OP-center part of the world. on one time it says a.m. when it should be p.m. but that is fixed by the next chapter, and also, the day is always tuesday for op-center, but the last part of the book says wednesday. The editing was a little bad there cuz of those major mistakes, but the writing was excellent and the story was exciting. I recommend any one who likes action novels, or who watch the show '24' to pick up this book, its pretty good.
This is the beginning of the Op-Center series. I found it to be a good beginning though, at times, it dragged along. To me, there were too many characters to keep in mind. From other reads in this series the authors have taken care of this. I recommend this series to any Clancy, Pieczenik,or Rovin Fan.
Excellent to read
Op Center was a wonderful book by Tom Clancy.I would recomend this book to anyone who loves to read war stories.
The first book in the op-center series is a very exciting book that pays close attention to detail. Clancy and Picezenik make it easy to picture every moment of the book's plot, and the book is stuffed with suprises and excitment, however the details can be somewhat confusing to those not fully farmiliar with the artilery and warfare related terms and such, and the detailed descriptions can sometimes tend to be a bit lingthy.
this is one of the best books ive ever read. I am not an avid reader but i couldnt put this one down. If you like action, this is the book for you.
Considering that this is a series book and not a novel I think that it is very good. It has its fair share of low points but the climax is one of the best that I have EVER read. If you are a fan of Clancy's/Pieczenik's series and/or the Power Plays series than you will enjoy this book throughly. If you only like the Tom Clancy novels and not the series then you need not apply. Just don't go in expecting this to be a novel.
I enjoyed the fast pace
Good read. I've started Clancy in reverse mode - from newest productions that are unreadable to the oldest. Early clancy is good.
this is a really good book I like how it keeps making you wonder if they can stop a war
The Op-Center is the first Tom Clancy I've read & it is great. Op-Center kinda reminds me of President Bush's Homeland Security Department