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Acknowledgments
We would like to thank Jeff Rovin for his creative
ideas and his invaluable contributions to the preparation of the
manuscript. We would also like to acknowledge the
assistance of Martin H. Greenberg, Larry
Segriff, Robert Youdelman, Esq., Tom
Mallon, Esq., and the wonderful people at The
Putnam Berkley Group, including Phyllis
Grann, David Shanks, and Elizabeth
Beier. As always, we would like to thank Robert
Gottlieb of The William Morris Agency,
our agent and friend, without whom this book would never have
been conceived. But most important, it is for you, our
readers, to determine how successful our
collective endeavor has been.
--Tom Clancy and Steve Pieczenik
OP-CENTER: ACTS OF WAR
Middle East
Monday, 11:00 a.m., Qamishli, Syria
Ibrahim al-Rashid raised his
sunglasses. He peered through the dirty window of the
1963 Ford Galaxy.
The young Syrian kept his eyes open, and enjoyed
the jolt of sunlight as it bounced off the golden
desert. He enjoyed the pain just as he enjoyed the
heat on his face, the hot air in his lungs, the
warm perspiration on his back. He enjoyed the
discomfort as the Prophets must have enjoyed it, the men
who came to the desert to be hammered on the anvil of
God, made ready for His great purpose.
Anyway, he thought, enjoy it or not, most of
Syria is a furnace in the summer. The car's
struggling fan did little to relieve the heat, and the
presence of three other men raised it even
higher.
Ibrahim's elder brother Mahmoud was beside him
in the driver's seat. Though Mahmoud was sweating
heavily, he was uncharacteristically calm, even when the
newer, faster Peugeots and Fiats passed them
on the divided highway. Mahmoud didn't want
to get into a fight, not now. But when it was time to fight,
there was no one bolder. Even when they were children,
Mahmoud had always been ready to take on larger