DCamer: переводы

→he thought, extending his foot and stretching his calf.

→The glamour of special ops,

→He shifted his body on the bench seat, trying to find a position that didn’t put either his legs or butt to sleep, and wondered if the Talon’s designers had gone out of their way to find the most uncomfortable seats they could find. Either way, they’d succeeded.

→Tonight what Sam Fisher was worried most about was death by boredom.

→The lone man in the black Nomex bodysuit sitting in the cargo bay was worried about none of these things. He’d ridden, jumped from, and in some cases flown, the Talon dozens of times into dozens of hot spots, and it had always delivered him safely. Of course, “delivery” usually meant being dropped into a denied area full of heavily armed bad guys only too happy to kill him. It came with the job.

→SIXTY miles and thirty thousand feet above Washington, D.C., the MC-130H Combat Talon began its second hour of circling in the dark night sky. Designed to covertly insert special operators into sensitive areas, the Talon could fly in rain, snow, high winds, pitch darkness, and radar-saturated environments.

→39°00’ NORTH, 74°01’ WEST

→pao moving five squares, but in the mind of a master, it is the pao ’s move, combined with the myriad moves available to his opponent, combined with a countermove, and so on until victory or defeat.

→Of course, there were corollaries in his own life. Xiangqi, one of his passions, was an exercise in manipulated synchronicity. At its heart, the mastery of Xiangqi, and its lesser cousin, chess, was nothing more than recognizing the patterns your opponent was trying to hide, and creating patterns your opponent will fail to see until too late. Great Xiangqi players never move a single piece. On the board, it may be a

→The meeting, and the information it had subsequently revealed, came to him purely by chance. Synchronicity, the Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung had called it. A confluence of seemingly unrelated events that have meaning—albeit hidden to all but the most discerning. It was a sophisticated concept, especially for a Western mind, Kuan-Yin Zhao thought.

→But then again, he didn’t start this war.

→IN retrospect, he would find it an astonishing way to start a war.

→ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The name on a book’s cover rarely tells the whole story of its birth. Many thanks to the following for their energy and input. Couldn’t have done it without you . . .
Julie, who was with me every step of the way. As always.
The steadfast Tom Colgan and all of the good folks at Penguin Group (USA) Inc.
Vanessa, for her dedication and creativity.
Michael, for the vision and the opportunity.