Blacklist Aftermath (Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell, Book 7)

By Peter Telep

A continual video-game tie-in novel sequence "created by" Tom Clancy, yet written through a variety of authors below the pseudonym David Michaels until eventually this newest one written through Peter Telep.

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Sam Fisher needs to store one man's lifestyles to avoid wasting his personal country.

Eccentric billionaire Igor Kasperov owns essentially the most influential and profitable anti-virus software program businesses on this planet. but if the Kremlin orders him to unharness a catastrophic malicious program opposed to the U.S., he's compelled to escape for his life.

Sam Fisher and Fourth Echelon are charged with discovering Kasperov and providing the yank president's provide for political asylum. simply because there are others trying to find Kasperov. And the one factor they're going to supply him is a fast death...

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