Rainbow Six (1998) - Tom Clancy
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 7
Betrayal was how most of the people like Furchtner got caught, and though Dmitriy was known and trusted by them, you could only be betrayed by someone whom you trusted, a fact known to every covert operator in the world. And though they knew Popov both by sight and reputation, they couldn't read minds which, of course, worked quite well for Popov in this case. He allowed himself a quiet smile as he walked into the parking garage, turned left, stopped as though disoriented, and then looked around for any overt signs that he was being followed before finding his bearings and moving on his way. Furchtner's car proved to be in a distant corner on the first level, a blue Volkswagen Golf.
"tauten Tag, " he said on sitting in the right-front seat.
"Good morning, Herr Popov," Furchtner replied in English. It was American in character and almost without accent. He must have watched a lot of television, Dmitriy thought.
The Russian dialed the combinations into the locks of the case, opened the lid and placed it in his host's lap. "You should find everything in order."
"Bulky," the man observed.
"It is a sizable sum," Popov agreed.
Just then suspicion appeared in Furchtner's eyes: That surprised the Russian, until he thought about it for a moment. The KGB had never been lavish in their payments to their agents, but in this attache case was enough cash to enable two people to live comfortably in any of several African countries for a period of some years. Hans was just realizing that, Dmitriy saw, and while part of the German was content just to take the money, the smart portion of his brain suddenly wondered where the money had come from. Better not to wait for the question, Dmitriy thought. "Ah, yes," Popov said quietly. "As you know, many of my colleagues have outwardly turned capitalist in order to survive in my country's new political environment. But we are still the Sword and Shield of the Party, my young friend. That has not changed. It is ironic, I grant you, that now we are better able to compensate our friends for their services. It turns out to be less expensive than maintaining the safe houses which you once enjoyed. I personally find that amusing. In any case, here is your payment, in cash, in advance, in the amount you specified."
"Danke, " Hans Furchtner observed, staring down into the attache case's ten centimeters of depth. Then he hefted the case. "It's heavy."
"True," Dmitriy Arkadeyevich agreed. "But it could be worse. I might have paid you in gold," he joked, to lighten the moment, then decided to make his own play. "Too heavy to carry on the mission?"
"It is a complication, Iosef Andreyevich."
"Well, I can hold the money for you and come to you to deliver it upon the completion of your mission. That is your choice, though I do not recommend it."
"Why is that?" Hans asked. "Honestly, it makes me nervous to travel with so much cash. The West, well, what if I am robbed? This money is my responsibility," he replied theatrically.
Furchtner found that very amusing. "Here, in Osterreich, robbed on the street? My friend, these capitalist sheep are very closely regulated."
"Besides, I do not even know where you will be going, and I really do not need to know-at this time, anyway."
"The Central African Republic is our ultimate destination. We have a friend there who graduated Patrice Lumumba University back in the sixties. He trades in arms to progressive elements. He will put us up for a while, until Petra and I can find suitable housing."
They were either very brave or very foolish to go to that country, Popov thought. Not so long before it had been called the Central African Empire, and had been ruled by "Emperor Bokassa I," a former colonel in the French colonial army, which had once garrisoned this small, poor nation, Bokassa had killed his way to the top, as had so many African chiefs of state, before dying, remarkably enough; of natural causes-so the papers said, anyway; you could never really be sure, could you? The country he'd left behind, a small diamond producer, was somewhat better off economically than was the norm on the dark continent, though not by much. But then, who was to say that Hans and Petra would ever get there?
"Well, my friend, it is your decision," Popov said, patting the attache case still open in Furchtner's lap.
The German considered that for half a minute or so. "I have seen the money," he concluded, to his guest's utter delight. Fiirchtner lifted a thousand-note packet of the cash and riffled it like a deck of cards before putting it back. Next he scribbled a note and placed it inside the case. "There is the name. We will be with him starting late tomorrow, I imagine. All is ready on your end?"
"The American aircraft carrier is in the eastern Mediterranean. Libya will allow your aircraft to pass without interference, but will not allow overflights of any NATO aircraft following you. Instead, their air force will provide the coverage and will lose you due to adverse weather conditions. I will advise you not to use more violence than is necessary. Press and diplomatic pressure has more strength today than it once did."
"We have thought that one through," Hans assured his guest.
Popov wondered briefly about that. But he'd be surprised if they even boarded an aircraft, much less got it to Africa. The problem with "missions" like this one was that no matter how carefully most of its parts had been considered, this chain was decidedly no stronger than its weakest link, and the strength of that link was all too often determined by others, or by chance, which was even worse. Hans and Petra were believers in their political philosophy, and like earlier people who'd believed so much in their religious faith so as to take the most absurd of chances, they would pretend to plan this "mission" through with their limited resources-and when you got down to it, their only resource was their willingness to apply violence to the world; and lots of people had that and substitute hope for expectations, belief for knowledge. They would accept random chance, one of their deadliest enemies, as a neutral element, when a true professional would have sought to eliminate it entirely.
And so their belief structure was really a blindfold, or perhaps a set of blinkers, which denied the two Germans the ability to look objectively at a world that had passed them by, and to which they were unwilling to adapt. But for Popov the real meaning of this was their willingness to let him hold the money. Dmitriy Arkadeyevich had adapted himself quite well to changing circumstances.
"Are you sure, my young friend?"
"Ja, I am sure." Furchtner closed the case, reset the locks, and passed it over to Popov's lap. The Russian accepted the responsibility with proper gravity.
"I will guard this carefully." All the way to my bank in Bern. Then he extended his hand. "Good luck, and please be careful:"
"Danke. We will get you the information you require."
From 12/28/1936 ( premiere USA film "A Man Betrayed" ) To 11/18/1996 ( premiere USA film "Star Trek: First Contact" ) is 21875 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/23/2025 ( ) is 21875 days
From 8/3/1998 ( "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy ) To 9/23/2025 ( ) is 9913 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 12/23/1992 ( premiere USA film "Scent of a Woman" ) is 9913 days
From 5/11/1994 ( premiere USA TV miniseries episode "The Stand"::"The Betrayal" ) To 9/23/2025 ( ) is 11458 days
11458 = 5729 + 5729
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 7/10/1981 ( premiere USA film "Escape from New York" ) is 5729 days
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The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
(from internet transcript)
excerpt, Chapter 62
The expression on Lloyd’s face was that of a man who has been betrayed and has discovered the betrayal.
Am I dreaming this?
“Get the fuck dressed, you lying, spying bitch!”
Okay, so it was no dream. She felt a sinking terror in her stomach that seemed almost preordained. They had known about the Judge, and now they knew about her. He had told them. She glanced at the clock on the night table. It was quarter of four in the morning. The Hour of the Secret Police, she thought.
“Where is he?” she asked.
“Around,” Lloyd said grimly. His face was pale and shiny. His amulet lay in the open V of his shirt. “You’ll wish he wasn’t before long.”
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
BOOK I
CAPTAIN TRIPS
JUNE 16 – JULY 4, 1990
I called the doctor on the telephone
Said doctor, doctor, please ,
I got this feeling, rocking and reeling ,
Tell me, what can it be?
Is it some new disease?
The Sylvers
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
excerpt, Chapter 1
Stu went to the phone and put a quarter in.
The man from the Chevy died twenty miles from the hospital. He drew one final bubbling gasp, let it out, hitched in a smaller one, and just quit.
Hap got the man’s wallet out of his hip pocket and looked at it. There were seventeen dollars in cash. A California driver’s license identified him as Charles D. Campion. There was an army card, and pictures of his wife and daughter encased in plastic. Hap didn’t want to look at the pictures.
He stuffed the wallet back into the dead man’s pocket and told Carlos to turn off the siren. It was ten after nine.
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
excerpt, Chapter 18
“It sounds slightly paranoid, doesn’t it?” Soames asked, looking at him with weary humor. “I used to be frightened of the younger generation’s paranoia, do you know that? Always afraid someone was tapping their phones… following them… running computer checks on them… and now I find out they were right and I was wrong. Life is a fine thing, Nick, but old age takes an unpleasantly high toll on one’s dearly held prejudices, I find.”
“What do you mean?” Nick wrote.
“None of the phones in Shoyo work,” Soames said. Nick had no idea if this was in answer to his question (Soames seemed to have given Nick’s last note only the most cursory of glances), or if the doctor had gone off on some new tack—the fever could be making Soames’s mind jump around, he supposed.
The doctor observed Nick’s puzzled face, and seemed to think the deaf-mute might not believe him. “Quite true,” he said. “If you try to dial any number not on this town’s circuit, you get a recorded announcement. Furthermore, the two Shoyo exits and entrances from the turnpike are closed off with barriers which say ROAD CONSTRUCTION. But there is no construction. Only the barriers. I was out there. I believe it would be possible to move the barriers aside, but the traffic on the turnpike seems very light this morning. And most of it seems to consist of army vehicles. Trucks and jeeps.”
“What about the other roads?” Nick wrote.
“Route 63 has been torn up at the east end of town to replace a culvert,” Soames said. “At the west end of town there appears to have been a rather nasty car accident. Two cars across the road, blocking it entirely. There are smudge pots out, but no sign of state troopers or wreckers.”
He paused, removed his handkerchief, and blew his nose.
“The men working on the culvert are going very slowly, according to Joe Rackman, who lives out that way. I was at the Rackmans’ about two hours ago, looking at their little boy, who is very ill indeed. Joe said that he thinks that the men at the culvert are in fact soldiers, though they’re dressed in state road crew coveralls and driving a state truck.”
Nick wrote: “How does he know?”
Standing up, Soames said: “Workmen rarely salute each other.”
The Stand - complete edition, by Stephen King
excerpt, Chapter 19
But now, in Times Square, he didn’t feel so cheerful. He wandered along, his wallet long since transferred to a front pocket. He paused in front of a discount record store, transfixed by the sound of his own voice coming from the battered overhead speakers. The bridge verse.
I didn’t come to ask you to stay all night
Or to find out if you’ve seen the light
I didn’t come to make a fuss or pick a fight
I just want you to tell me if you think you can
Baby, can you dig your man?
Dig him, baby—
Baby, can you dig your man?
That’s me, he thought, looking vacantly in at the albums, but today the sound depressed him. Worse, it made him homesick. He didn’t want to be here under this gray washtub sky, smelling New York exhaust, one hand constantly playing pocket pool with his wallet to make sure it was still there. New York, thy name is paranoia. Suddenly where he wanted to be was in a West Coast recording studio, making a new album.
Larry quickened his step and turned in at an arcade. Bells and buzzers jangled in his ears; there was the amplified, ripping growl of a Deathrace 2000 game, complete with the unearthly, electronic screams of the dying pedestrians. Neat game, Larry thought, soon to be followed by Dachau 2000. They’ll love that one. He went to the change booth and got ten dollars in quarters. There was a working phone kiosk next to the Beef’n Brew across the street and he direct-dialed Jane’s Place from memory. Jane’s was a poker parlor where Wayne Stukey sometimes hung out.
Larry plugged quarters into the slot until his hand ached, and the phone began to ring three thousand miles away.
IMDb
Escape from New York (1981)
Quotes
[first lines]
Narrator - Opening scenes: In 1988, the crime rate in the United States rises four hundred percent. The once great city of New York becomes the one maximum security prison for the entire country. A fifty-foot containment wall is erected along the New Jersey shoreline, across the Harlem River, and down along the Brooklyn shoreline. It completely surrounds Manhattan Island. All bridges and waterways are mined. The United States Police Force, like an army, is encamped around the island. There are no guards inside the prison, only prisoners and the worlds they have made. The rules are simple: once you go in, you don't come out.
Previously, here:
From 1/15/1906 ( Albert Einstein, doctorate is approved unanimously by University of Zurich Philosophy II faculty, the degree was formally awarded ) To 9/23/2025 ( ) is 43716 days
43716 = 21858 + 21858
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/6/2025 ( ) is 21858 days
[excerpt ends]
From 1/15/1906 ( Albert Einstein, doctorate is approved unanimously by University of Zurich Philosophy II faculty, the degree was formally awarded ) To 10/27/2025 ( IN THE FUTURE beyond 09/23/2025 ) is 43750 days
43750 = 21875 + 21875
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 9/23/2025 ( ) is 21875 days
From 8/3/1998 ( "Rainbow Six" by Tom Clancy ) To 10/27/2025 ( ) is 9947 days
From 11/2/1965 ( my known birth date in Antlers, Oklahoma, USA, as Kerry Wayne Burgess ) To 1/26/1993 ( premiere USA TV series episode "Nova"::"The Deadly Deception" ) is 9947 days
by me, Kerry Burgess, 09/23/2025
"Infinitas"
Translates to infinity, other sources mention eternity, endless, endlessness, boundlessness
Because of my research, I was reminded of a theory I have described before that had formed in my conscious mind
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 10:36 PM Pacific-timezone USA Wednesday 09/24/2025
