By Tom Clancy
From the number 1 New York Times bestselling creators of Op-Center comes a special form of legislations enforcement. within the 12 months 2010, desktops are the hot superpowers. those that keep watch over them, regulate the realm. To implement the web legislation, Congress types the final word laptop defense enterprise in the FBI: the Net Force.
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