《Jack Ryan 3 - Red Rabbit 》作者：- Clancy_ Tom【EPUB】

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Jack Ryan 3 - Red Rabbit Jack Ryan 3 - Red Rabbit Jack Ryan 3 - Red Rabbit Jack Ryan 3 - Red Rabbit PROLOGUE: THE BACK GARDEN THE SCARY PART Jack decided was going to be driving. Hed already bought a Jaguar—pronounced jag-jou-ah over here hed have to remember—but both times hed walked to it at thedealership hed gone to the left-front door instead of the right. The dealer hadnt laughed athim but Ryan was sure hed wanted to. At least he hadnt climbed into the passenger seat bymistake and really made an ass of himself. Hed have to remember all that: The “right” sideof the road was the left. A right turn crossed oncoming traffic not a left turn. The left lanewas the slow lane on the interstates— motorways he corrected himself. The plugs in the wallwere all cockeyed. The house didnt have central heating despite the princely price hed paidfor it. There was no air-conditioning though that probably wasnt necessary here. It wasntthe hottest of climates: The locals started dropping dead in the street when the mercury topped75. Jack wondered what the D.C. climate would do to them. Evidently the “mad dogs andEnglishmen” ditty was a thing of the past. But it could have been worse. He did have a pass to shop for food at the Army-Air ForceExchange Service—otherwise known as the PX at nearby Greenham Commons Air Base—so at leasttheyd have proper hot dogs and brands that resembled the ones he bought at the Giant at homein Maryland. So many other discordant notes. British television was different of course not that he reallyexpected much chance to vegetate in front of the phosphor screen anymore but little Sallyneeded her ration of cartoons. Besides even when you were reading something important thebackground chatter of some mindless show was comforting in its own way. The TV news wasnt toobad though and the newspapers were particularly good—better than those he normally read athome on the whole quotbut hed miss the morning Far Side. Maybe the International Tribune hadit Ryan hoped. He could buy it at the train station kiosk. He had to keep track of baseballanyway. The movers—removers he reminded himself—were beavering away under Cathys direction. Itwasnt a bad house though smaller than their place at Peregrine Cliff now rented to a Marinecolonel