Jack Ryan 10 - Rainbow Six by Tom Clancy Read Free Book Online

off for a decade. He's quite amazing, contacts with every electronics corporation from San Jose to Taiwan.”
    “And the shooters?”
    “Top drawer, John. As good as any I've ever worked with.” Which was saying something.
    “Intel?”
    “All excellent. The chief of that section is Bill Tawney, a `Six' man for thirty years, supported by Dr. Paul Bellow-Temple University, Philadelphia, was a professor there until your FBI seconded him. Bloody smart chap. Mind-reader, he's been all over the world. Your chaps lent him to the Italians for the Moro job, but he refused to take an assignment to Argentina the next year. Principled, also, or so it would seem. He flies in tomorrow.”
    Just then Mrs. Foorgate came in with a tray, tea for Stanley, coffee for Clark. “Staff meeting starts in ten minutes, sir,” she told John.
    “Thanks, Alice.” Sir, he thought. Clark wasn't used to being addressed like that. Yet another sign he was a “suit.” Damn. He waited until the heavy soundproofed door closed to ask his next question. "Al, what's my status here.
    “General officer-brigadier at least, maybe a two-star. I seem to be a colonel-chief of staff, you see,” Stanley said, sipping his tea. “John, you know that there must be protocol,” he went on reasonably.
    “Al, you know what I really am - was, I mean?”
    “You were a navy chief boatswain's mate, I believe, with the Navy Cross, Silver Star with a repeat cluster. Bronze star with Combat-V and three repeats, and three Purple Hearts. And all that's before the Agency took you in and gave you no less than four Intelligence Stars.” Stanley said all this from memory. “Brigadier's the least we can do, old man. Rescuing Koga and taking Daryei out were bloody brilliant jobs, in case I never told you. We do know a little bit about you, and your young Chavez - the lad has enormous potential, if he's as good as I've heard. Of course, he'll need it. His team is composed of some real stars.”
    “Yo, Ding!” a familiar voice called. Chavez looked to his left in genuine surprise.
    “Oso! You son of a bitch! What the hell are you doing here?” Both men embraced.
    “The Rangers were getting boring, so I shipped up to Bragg for a tour with Delta, and then this came up on the scope and I went after it. You're the boss for Team Two?” First Sergeant (E-8) Julio Vega asked.
    “Sorta-kinda,” Ding replied, shaking the hand of an old friend and comrade. “Ain't lost no weight, man, Jesu Christo, Oso, you eat barbells?”
    “Gotta keep fit, sir,” replied a man for whom a hundred morning push-ups didn't generate a drop of sweat. His uniform blouse showed a Combat Infantryman's Badge and the silver “ice-cream cone” of a master parachutist. “You're looking good, man, keeping up your running, eh?”
    “Yeah, well, running away is an ability I want to keep, if you know what I mean.”
    “Roge-o.” Vega laughed. “Come on, I'll intro you to the team. We got some good troops, Ding.”
    Team Two, Rainbow, had its own building-brick, singlestory, and fairly large, with a desk for every man. and a secretary named Katherine Moony they'd all share, young and pretty enough, Ding noticed, to attract the interest of any unattached member of his team. Team Two was composed exclusively of NCOs, mainly senior ones, four Americans, four Brits, a German, and a Frenchman. He only needed one look to see that all were fit as hell-enough so that Ding instantly worried about his own condition. He had to lead them, and that meant being as good as or better than all of them in every single thing the team would have to do.
    Sergeant Louis Loiselle was the nearest- Short and darkhaired, he was a former member of French parachute forces and had been detailed to DGSE some years before. Loiselle was vanilla, a utility infielder, good in everything but a nonspecialist specialist-like all of the men, a weapons expert, and, his file said, a brilliant marksman with pistol and rifle. He had an easy,