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Retired ​US agent Paul Janson, a top man in corporate security, is lured back to the old game by a personal debt of loyalty. Peter Novak, billionaire and revered peacemaker, gets captured when Muslim revolutionaries topple an island democracy in the Indian Ocean--and within days will be beheaded. Janson sets up a near-impossible „exfiltration” operation to pull Novak from his massively guarded prison, and against all the odds seems on the very brink of success when a shockingly unexpected disaster casts doubt on everything that's happened so far.

Janson needs all his wealth, competence and tradecraft to stay alive through the international shenanigans that follow, with his old US agency and another shadowy organisation both hell-bent on terminating him. He barely escapes a well-laid trap in Greece, becomes the target for world-class snipers in London, lands in the middle of a pitched battle with assault weaponry across the roofs of Amsterdam, meets further mayhem in… (tovább)

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 2002

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St. Martin's, London, 2008
768 oldal · ISBN: 9780312945152

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Robert Ludlum: The Janson Directive

Nagyon izgalmas cselekmény. Sok Ludlum könyvet olvastam és ez benne van az első 3-ban. Fordulatokkal tele és nem tudod mi vár rád a következő fordulat után. Erre a könyvre igaz, hogy akkor kezd el, ha nem kell másnap munkába menned.


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„Whatever happens”, she said, „I want to thank you for what you've given us.”
„I've given you nothing,” Janson protested.
„You've given us something of quite substantial value,” she said. „You've given us hope.”
Janson started to say something about the relatives, the long odds, the abundant downside scenarios, but he stopped himself. There was a higher pragmatism to be respected. At his stage of mission, false hope was better than none at all.

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'Recommended flight path?'
'Over the Nikala jungle, if the Storm Petrel's up for it.'
The Storm Petrel was Honwana's well-deserved nickname, honoring his ability to pilot a plane so that it nearly skimmed the ground, the way a storm petrel flies above the sea.
'The Storm Petrel's up for it,' Honwana said, his lips parting to reveal ivory teeth in what was not quite a smile.

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'I always feel like an open book around you,' Janson said, his smile crinkling the lines around his eyes.
'Yeah, written with one time pad encription. Tell me something. How often do you think about Helene?' The warrior's brown eyes were surprisingly gentle.
'Every day.'
'She was magical, wasn't she? She always seemed so free.'
'A free spirit,' Janson said. 'My opposite in every way.'

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'Not fair,' Katsaris said. 'You always get to go first.'
'Age before beauty,' Janson grunted as he made his way down the four-foot aluminum ramp. Then he leaped out into the inky skies.

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'As I say, we have very little time.'
'I have all the time in the world.'
'Peter Novak doesn't.'
Peter Novak. The name delivered a jolt, as it was meant to. A legendary Hungarian financier and philanthropist, Novak had received a Nobel Peace Prize the previous year for his role in conflict resolution around the world. Novak was the founder and director of the Liberty Foundation, which was devoted to 'directed democracy' – Novak's great passion – and had offices in regional capitals through Eastern Europe and other parts of the less developed world. But then Janson had reasons of his own to remember Peter Novak. And those reasons constituted a dept to the man so immense that Janson had occasionally experienced his gratitude as a burden.

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As Janson followed her up the grip-textured aluminum steps to Novak's Gulfstream V, his eye was caught by a legend that was painted on its side, the white cursive letters in shimmering contrast to the jet's indigo enamel: Sok kicsi sokra megy. Hungarian, and meaningless to him….

The jet was handsomely appointed without seeming savish, the cabin of a man for whom price was no object, but luxury no concern…

'The incription on the fuselage – what does it mean?'
'It means „Many small things can add up to a big one.” A Hungarian folk saying and a favorite motto of Peter Novak's. I'm sure you can appreciate why.'
'You can't say he's forgotten where he came from.'
'For better or worse, Hungary made him who he is. And Peter is not one to forget his debts.'

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'Why? For God's sakes, why?
'Because,' Lang said. 'Because he's a sinister agent of neocolonialism – that's what the KLF says. Because doing so will put the KLF on the map, gain them greater notoriety than they've achieved in fifteen years of bombings. Because the man they call the Caliph was toilet-trained too soon – who the hell knows why? The question implies a level of rationality that these terrorists do not possess.'

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