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conversations.value: Without Remorse: The prologue of the story occurs in late 1970.\nJohn Kelly participates in an Underwater Demolition Team\'s destruction of an oil rig irreparably damaged by Hurricane Camille the previous year.\nWhile driving to pick him up after the job, Kelly\'s pregnant wife Patricia is killed in a car accident.\nMeanwhile, Robin Zacharias, an Air Force colonel and F-105 pilot, is shot down during a Wild Weasel strike over North Vietnam.\nThe story moves to late spring in the first chapter.\nRobin is captured and reported killed in action.\nHe is transferred to a secret POW camp administered by the NVA.\nThe purpose of the camp is to elicit aid from the Soviet Union.\nEach of the high-ranking prisoners possesses highly classified technical knowledge and has already been declared dead, allowing the Soviets to interrogate them, in exchange for support in the war.\nConducting the interrogation is Colonel Nikolai Yevgenievich "Kolya" Grishanov.\nHe is a humane man who lobbies his government to have them brought to the Soviet Union in safety, but friction between the two allies is leading the North Vietnamese to decide to kill the POWs.\nWhile Zacharias is being moved to his cell, aS.\ntarget drone photographs him.\nAdmiral Dutch Maxwell recognizes the pilot, who had helped develop the Strategic Air Command\'s war plans.\nThis helps Maxwell justify an operation to send Marines into North Vietnam to rescue the POWs.\nStill struggling with the loss of his wife, Kelly meets a girl named Pamela Madden, who has escaped from prostitution and serving as a mule for a drug dealer named Henry Tucker.\nKelly becomes romantically involved with Pam.\nHe also befriends two doctors, Sam and Sarah Rosen, who are both professors at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine.\nWith the help of the Rosens, Kelly helps Pam recover from her addiction to barbiturates.\nWhile bringing her into the city for treatment, Kelly becomes curious about her past.\nUnfortunately, Billy Grayson, Pam\'s old pimp, recognizes her and pursues the couple in a car chase.\nBilly manages to wound Kelly and kidnap Pam, eventually raping, torturing, and murdering her.\nWhen Kelly sees a picture of Pam\'s body, learns the brutal manner of her death, and discovers that the police have little interest in investigating the crime, he vows to take revenge on the people responsible.\nKelly embarks on a rigorous exercise regimen to speed his recovery.\nUsing the covert operations skills he learned in the military, he prepares to wage a private war with Tucker and his drug ring.\nMeanwhile, he is approached by Admiral Maxwell, who recruits him to spearhead a covert operation to free the POWs.\nKelly had gone behind enemy lines near the camp to rescue Maxwell\'s son, and is the only person they know of who knows the area.\nKelly must now repeatedly shift gears between his private revenge project and training for his mission in Vietnam.\nBoth plots require similar mindsets, call on similar skills, and provoke the same moral quandaries.\nAfter interrogating and murdering several members of Tucker\'s gang, he collects sufficient intelligence to go after one of the ringleaders, who turns out to be Billy Grayson.\nKelly captures Billy, while rescuing and rehabilitating another prostitute, Doris.\nDoris is nursed back to health with the help of the Rosens and their head nurse Sandy O\'Toole.\nSandy and Kelly begin an awkward romance.\nEventually, Doris is returned to her family after being admonished to tell no one what happened.\nAfter a lengthy and brutal torture session utilizing a pressure chamber to simulate deep water diving conditions, Billy provides the information needed to eliminate the rest of the gang; he is then left to die from severe decompression sickness.\nBefore Kelly can act on this new data, he must leave for Vietnam.\nDue to a KGB mole, the Soviets anticipate Kelly\'s arrival and the mission is disastrously compromised.\nHowever, during his escape Kelly manages to capture Grishanov.\nTheS.\nuses Grishanov as a bargaining chip to negotiate the transfer of the POWs to the Hanoi Hilton, where they will be confirmed as alive and eventually returned.\nThe presence of mind Kelly shows in capturing rather than killing the Soviet officer impresses the CIA officers involved in the operation, particularly since it ultimately leads to the survival of Zacharias and the other POWs.\nUpon returning to the United States, Kelly learns that Doris and her father had been murdered; he quickly deduces that there is a corrupt police officer on Tucker\'s payroll.\nMeanwhile, the police investigating the murders are beginning to close in on Kelly.\nKelly determines that the location of Tucker\'s heroin lab is on board a derelict ship.\nHe raids the drug lab, and eliminates still more members of Tucker\'s gang.\nHe also frees Xantha Matthews, another prostitute and drug mule.\nKelly deduces from the formaldehyde smell of the bags containing the Asian heroin that it has been smuggled into theS.\ninside the corpses of American soldiers killed in Vietnam.\nAdmiral Greer and CIA official Robert Ritter attempt to recruit Kelly to join the agency; however, by this point the police are closing in on him.\nRitter agrees to help Kelly escape his legal woes in return for an illegal side operation of his own.\nThe mole has been mis-identified as an aide to the National Security Advisor.\nA member of the wealthy elite, he is deemed politically untouchable and so cannot be charged with treason.\nAs Clark, Kelly kills the supposed mole, inadvertently leaving the real mole, a Senate aide and anti-war activist, in place.\nTo identify the mole, Ritter had leaked 3 different stories to those he suspected of revealing the information.\nWhen a KGB officer informs Ritter about a certain detail in one of the leaks, he is able to deduce the source.\nKelly then rushes to complete his vendetta.\nTracking the last of the gang to a new drug lab, he eliminates Tucker\'s mafia contacts, who have killed the corrupt police officer, lt Mark Charon, and Tucker himself.\nEmmet Ryan, the lead police investigator, has finally identified and built a case against Kelly.\nHe confronts Kelly on his boat, where Kelly comes clean about the drug gang and his operations against it.\nHe begs Ryan for one more hour at liberty to put his affairs in order before being arrested; Ryan agrees.\nInstead, Kelly uses the hour to make his final preparations and then stages a feigned escape attempt using his boat.\nThe Coast Guard is enlisted to pursue, piloted by Kelly\'s close friend Quartermaster Manuel "Portagee" Oreza.\nKelly is eventually run down but blows his boat up rather than allow himself to be captured.\nWith all the loose ends tied up, Portagee and the police assume Kelly is dead and close the case.\nInstead, Kelly is rescued by his CIA contacts, who recruit him into the agency under the new identity of Clark.\nHe later quietly resumes contact with Sandy and marries her.\nThe book closes with John Clark watching the release of the POWs after the end of the war on TV as Admiral Dutch Maxwell calls Clark to congratulate him on his efforts.\nWhen Sandy asks about the caller, John replies: "A friend.\nFrom another life" implying the demise of John Kelly and his transformation into John Clark.
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conversations.value: Without Remorse: The prologue of the story occurs in late 1970.\nJohn Kelly participates in an Underwater Demolition Team\'s destruction of an oil rig irreparably damaged by Hurricane Camille the previous year.\nWhile driving to pick him up after the job, Kelly\'s pregnant wife Patricia is killed in a car accident.\nMeanwhile, Robin Zacharias, an Air Force colonel and F-105 pilot, is shot down during a Wild Weasel strike over North Vietnam.\nThe story moves to late spring in the first chapter.\nRobin is captured and reported killed in action.\nHe is transferred to a secret POW camp administered by the NVA.\nThe purpose of the camp is to elicit aid from the Soviet Union.\nEach of the high-ranking prisoners possesses highly classified technical knowledge and has already been declared dead, allowing the Soviets to interrogate them, in exchange for support in the war.\nConducting the interrogation is Colonel Nikolai Yevgenievich "Kolya" Grishanov.\nHe is a humane man who lobbies his government to have them brought to the Soviet Union in safety, but friction between the two allies is leading the North Vietnamese to decide to kill the POWs.\nWhile Zacharias is being moved to his cell, aS.\ntarget drone photographs him.\nAdmiral Dutch Maxwell recognizes the pilot, who had helped develop the Strategic Air Command\'s war plans.\nThis helps Maxwell justify an operation to send Marines into North Vietnam to rescue the POWs.\nStill struggling with the loss of his wife, Kelly meets a girl named Pamela Madden, who has escaped from prostitution and serving as a mule for a drug dealer named Henry Tucker.\nKelly becomes romantically involved with Pam.\nHe also befriends two doctors, Sam and Sarah Rosen, who are both professors at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine.\nWith the help of the Rosens, Kelly helps Pam recover from her addiction to barbiturates.\nWhile bringing her into the city for treatment, Kelly becomes curious about her past.\nUnfortunately, Billy Grayson, Pam\'s old pimp, recognizes her and pursues the couple in a car chase.\nBilly manages to wound Kelly and kidnap Pam, eventually raping, torturing, and murdering her.\nWhen Kelly sees a picture of Pam\'s body, learns the brutal manner of her death, and discovers that the police have little interest in investigating the crime, he vows to take revenge on the people responsible.\nKelly embarks on a rigorous exercise regimen to speed his recovery.\nUsing the covert operations skills he learned in the military, he prepares to wage a private war with Tucker and his drug ring.\nMeanwhile, he is approached by Admiral Maxwell, who recruits him to spearhead a covert operation to free the POWs.\nKelly had gone behind enemy lines near the camp to rescue Maxwell\'s son, and is the only person they know of who knows the area.\nKelly must now repeatedly shift gears between his private revenge project and training for his mission in Vietnam.\nBoth plots require similar mindsets, call on similar skills, and provoke the same moral quandaries.\nAfter interrogating and murdering several members of Tucker\'s gang, he collects sufficient intelligence to go after one of the ringleaders, who turns out to be Billy Grayson.\nKelly captures Billy, while rescuing and rehabilitating another prostitute, Doris.\nDoris is nursed back to health with the help of the Rosens and their head nurse Sandy O\'Toole.\nSandy and Kelly begin an awkward romance.\nEventually, Doris is returned to her family after being admonished to tell no one what happened.\nAfter a lengthy and brutal torture session utilizing a pressure chamber to simulate deep water diving conditions, Billy provides the information needed to eliminate the rest of the gang; he is then left to die from severe decompression sickness.\nBefore Kelly can act on this new data, he must leave for Vietnam.\nDue to a KGB mole, the Soviets anticipate Kelly\'s arrival and the mission is disastrously compromised.\nHowever, during his escape Kelly manages to capture Grishanov.\nTheS.\nuses Grishanov as a bargaining chip to negotiate the transfer of the POWs to the Hanoi Hilton, where they will be confirmed as alive and eventually returned.\nThe presence of mind Kelly shows in capturing rather than killing the Soviet officer impresses the CIA officers involved in the operation, particularly since it ultimately leads to the survival of Zacharias and the other POWs.\nUpon returning to the United States, Kelly learns that Doris and her father had been murdered; he quickly deduces that there is a corrupt police officer on Tucker\'s payroll.\nMeanwhile, the police investigating the murders are beginning to close in on Kelly.\nKelly determines that the location of Tucker\'s heroin lab is on board a derelict ship.\nHe raids the drug lab, and eliminates still more members of Tucker\'s gang.\nHe also frees Xantha Matthews, another prostitute and drug mule.\nKelly deduces from the formaldehyde smell of the bags containing the Asian heroin that it has been smuggled into theS.\ninside the corpses of American soldiers killed in Vietnam.\nAdmiral Greer and CIA official Robert Ritter attempt to recruit Kelly to join the agency; however, by this point the police are closing in on him.\nRitter agrees to help Kelly escape his legal woes in return for an illegal side operation of his own.\nThe mole has been mis-identified as an aide to the National Security Advisor.\nA member of the wealthy elite, he is deemed politically untouchable and so cannot be charged with treason.\nAs Clark, Kelly kills the supposed mole, inadvertently leaving the real mole, a Senate aide and anti-war activist, in place.\nTo identify the mole, Ritter had leaked 3 different stories to those he suspected of revealing the information.\nWhen a KGB officer informs Ritter about a certain detail in one of the leaks, he is able to deduce the source.\nKelly then rushes to complete his vendetta.\nTracking the last of the gang to a new drug lab, he eliminates Tucker\'s mafia contacts, who have killed the corrupt police officer, lt Mark Charon, and Tucker himself.\nEmmet Ryan, the lead police investigator, has finally identified and built a case against Kelly.\nHe confronts Kelly on his boat, where Kelly comes clean about the drug gang and his operations against it.\nHe begs Ryan for one more hour at liberty to put his affairs in order before being arrested; Ryan agrees.\nInstead, Kelly uses the hour to make his final preparations and then stages a feigned escape attempt using his boat.\nThe Coast Guard is enlisted to pursue, piloted by Kelly\'s close friend Quartermaster Manuel "Portagee" Oreza.\nKelly is eventually run down but blows his boat up rather than allow himself to be captured.\nWith all the loose ends tied up, Portagee and the police assume Kelly is dead and close the case.\nInstead, Kelly is rescued by his CIA contacts, who recruit him into the agency under the new identity of Clark.\nHe later quietly resumes contact with Sandy and marries her.\nThe book closes with John Clark watching the release of the POWs after the end of the war on TV as Admiral Dutch Maxwell calls Clark to congratulate him on his efforts.\nWhen Sandy asks about the caller, John replies: "A friend.\nFrom another life" implying the demise of John Kelly and his transformation into John Clark.
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conversations.value: Without Remorse
  Beyond the outer engines on each wing of the Hercules hung additional aircraft. Each of these was a Model-147SC drone. Originally designed to be high-speed targets with the designation Firebee-II, now they bore the informal name "Buffalo Hunter." In the rear cargo area of the DC-130E was a second crew which was now powering up both of the miniature aircraft, having already programmed them for a mission sufficiently secret that none of them actually knew what it was all about. They didn't have to. It was merely a matter of telling the drones what to do and when to do it. The chief technician, a thirty-year-old sergeant, was working a bird code-named Cody-193. His crew station allowed him to turn and look out a small porthole to inspect his bird visually, which he did even though there was no real reason to do so. The sergeant loved the things as a child will love a particularly entertaining toy. He'd worked with the drone program for ten years, and this particular one he had flown sixty-one times. That was a record for the area.
  Cody-193's engine was turning at full power, hanging from its pylon and actually giving the mother aircraft a few knots of free airspeed. The sergeant gave it a final look before turning back to his instruments. Sixty-one small parachute symbols were painted on the left side just forward of the wing, and with luck, in a few days he would paint a sixty-second. Though he was not clear on the precise nature of this mission, merely beating the competition was reason enough to take the utmost care in preparing his personal toy for the current game.
  Sarah had a light dinner cooking. Kelly smelled it even before opening the door. Kelly came inside to see Rosen sitting in the living room.
  Sarah nodded, unable now to hide her distaste. "Almost certainly. Probably more than once. There is also evidence of physical abuse on her back and buttocks."
  Kelly told her, remembering the look in Pam's eyes and knowing now what it must have been from. Why hadn't he noticed it? Why hadn't he noticed a lot of things? Kelly raged.
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conversations.value: Farber shook his head. "No. The true psychopath is a person unable to deal with life. He sees reality in a very individual and eccentric way, generally a way that is very different from the rest of us. In nearly all cases the disorder is manifested in very open and easily recognized ways."
  Farber nodded and puffed away for a few seconds. "One of two things. Either that's the person he was after all along, or he's just one more step towards something else."
  That one caught Farber short. "Exactly! Very good. Why didn't he eliminate her? That's the only witness we know about. He was polite to her. He let her go... interesting... but not enough to go on, really."
  The recompression chamber was one of several hundred produced for a Navy contract requirement by the Dykstra Foundry and Tool Company, Inc. Made of high-quality steel, it was designed to reproduce the pressure that came along with scuba diving. At one end was a triple-paned four-inch-square Plexiglas window. There was even a small air lock so that items could be passed in, like food or drink, and inside the chamber was a twenty-watt reading light in a protected fixture. Under the chamber itself was a powerful, gasoline-powered air compressor, which could be controlled from a fold-down seat, adjacent to which were two pressure gauges. One was labeled in concentric circles of millimeters and inches of mercury, pounds-per-square-inch, kilograms-per-square-centimeter, and "bar" or multiples of normal atmospheric pressure, which was 14.7 PSI. The other gauge showed equivalent water depth both in feet and meters. Each thirty-three feet of simulated depth raised the atmospheric pressure by 14.7 PSI, or one bar.
  Kelly switched the intercom off. There was just too much fear in the voice. Kelly didn't really like hurting people all that much, and he was worried about developing sympathy for Billy. He steadied the gauge at one hundred feet, closing off the pressurization valve but leaving the motor running. While Billy adjusted to the pressure, Kelly found a hose which he attached to the motor's exhaust pipe. This he extended outside to dump the carbon monoxide into the atmosphere. It would be a time-consuming process, just waiting for things to happen. Kelly was going on memory, and that was worrisome. There was a useful but rather rough instruction table on the side of the chamber, the bottom line of which commanded reference to a certain diving manual which Kelly did not have. He'd done very little deep diving of late, and the only one that had really concerned him had been a team effort, the oil rig down in the Gulf. Kelly spent an hour tidying things up around the machine shop, cultivating his memories and his rage before coming back to his fold-down seat.
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conversations.value: Farber shook his head. "No. The true psychopath is a person unable to deal with life. He sees reality in a very individual and eccentric way, generally a way that is very different from the rest of us. In nearly all cases the disorder is manifested in very open and easily recognized ways. "
  Farber nodded and puffed away for a few seconds. "One of two things. Either that's the person he was after all along, or he's just one more step towards something else. "
  That one caught Farber short. "Exactly! Very good. Why didn't he eliminate her? That's the only witness we know about. He was polite to her. He let her go... interesting... but not enough to go on, really. "
  The recompression chamber was one of several hundred produced for a Navy contract requirement by the Dykstra Foundry and Tool Company, Inc. , of Houston, Texas, or so the name plate said. Made of high-quality steel, it was designed to reproduce the pressure that came along with scuba diving. At one end was a triple-paned four-inch-square Plexiglas window. There was even a small air lock so that items could be passed in, like food or drink, and inside the chamber was a twenty-watt reading light in a protected fixture. Under the chamber itself was a powerful, gasoline-powered air compressor, which could be controlled from a fold-down seat, adjacent to which were two pressure gauges. One was labeled in concentric circles of millimeters and inches of mercury, pounds-per-square-inch, kilograms-per-square-centimeter, and "bar" or multiples of normal atmospheric pressure, which was 14. 7 PSI. The other gauge showed equivalent water depth both in feet and meters. Each thirty-three feet of simulated depth raised the atmospheric pressure by 14. 7 PSI, or one bar. 
  Kelly switched the intercom off. There was just too much fear in the voice. Kelly didn't really like hurting people all that much, and he was worried about developing sympathy for Billy. He steadied the gauge at one hundred feet, closing off the pressurization valve but leaving the motor running. While Billy adjusted to the pressure, Kelly found a hose which he attached to the motor's exhaust pipe. This he extended outside to dump the carbon monoxide into the atmosphere. It would be a time-consuming process, just waiting for things to happen. Kelly was going on memory, and that was worrisome. There was a useful but rather rough instruction table on the side of the chamber, the bottom line of which commanded reference to a certain diving manual which Kelly did not have. He'd done very little deep diving of late, and the only one that had really concerned him had been a team effort, the oil rig down in the Gulf. Kelly spent an hour tidying things up around the machine shop, cultivating his memories and his rage before coming back to his fold-down seat.
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conversations.value: The doyen of naval aviation reached over the side, hauled the bruised and sore body aboard, and directed him below.
  It made the papers in a big way, but not in any way that made sense. Detective Lieutenant Mark Charon, following up a lead on his own time—on administrative leave following a shooting, no less—had stumbled into a drug lab and in the ensuing gun battle had lost his life in the line of duty while ending those of two major traffickers. The coincidental escape of three young women resulted in the identification of one of the deceased traffickers as a particularly brutal murderer, which perhaps explained Charon's heroic zeal, and closed a number of cases in a fashion that the police reporters found overly convenient. On page six was a squib story about a boating accident.
  Three days later, a file clerk from St. Louis called Lieutenant Ryan to say that the Kelly file was back but she couldn't say from where. Ryan thanked her for her effort. He'd closed that case along with the rest, and didn't even try the FBI records center for Kelly's card, and thus made unnecessary Bob Ritter's substitution of the prints of someone unlikely ever to visit America again.
  The only loose end, which troubled Ritter greatly, was a single telephone call. But even criminals got one phone call, and Ritter didn't want to cross Clark on something like that. Five months later, Sandra O'Toole resigned her position at Johns Hopkins and moved to the Virginia tidewater, where she took over a whole floor of the area's teaching hospital on the strength of a glowing recommendation from Professor Samuel Rosen.
  John Clark didn't listen to the rest. He looked at the TV that sat on his wife's dresser in the bedroom, at the face of a man half a world away, to whom he'd been much closer in body, closer still in spirit not so long before. He saw the man embrace his wife after what had to be five years of separation. He saw a woman who'd grown old with worry, but now was young with love for the husband she'd thought dead. Kelly wept with them, seeing the man's face for the first time as a thing of animation, seeing the joy that really could replace pain, no matter how vast. He squeezed Sandy's hand so hard that he almost hurt it until she rested his on her belly to feel the movement of their soon-to-be firstborn. The phone rang then, and Kelly was angry for the invasion of the moment until he heard the voice.
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conversations.value: It made the papers in a big way, but not in any way that made sense. Detective Lieutenant Mark Charon, following up a lead on his own time—on administrative leave following a shooting, no less—had stumbled into a drug lab and in the ensuing gun battle had lost his life in the line of duty while ending those of two major traffickers. The coincidental escape of three young women resulted in the identification of one of the deceased traffickers as a particularly brutal murderer, which perhaps explained Charon's heroic zeal, and closed a number of cases in a fashion that the police reporters found overly convenient. On page six was a squib story about a boating accident.
  Three days later, a file clerk from St. Louis called Lieutenant Ryan to say that the Kelly file was back but she couldn't say from where. Ryan thanked her for her effort. He'd closed that case along with the rest, and didn't even try the FBI records center for Kelly's card, and thus made unnecessary Bob Ritter's substitution of the prints of someone unlikely ever to visit America again.
  The only loose end, which troubled Ritter greatly, was a single telephone call. But even criminals got one phone call, and Ritter didn't want to cross Clark on something like that. Five months later, Sandra O'Toole resigned her position at Johns Hopkins and moved to the Virginia tidewater, where she took over a whole floor of the area's teaching hospital on the strength of a glowing recommendation from Professor Samuel Rosen.
  John Clark didn't listen to the rest. He looked at the TV that sat on his wife's dresser in the bedroom, at the face of a man half a world away, to whom he'd been much closer in body, closer still in spirit not so long before. He saw the man embrace his wife after what had to be five years of separation. He saw a woman who'd grown old with worry, but now was young with love for the husband she'd thought dead. Kelly wept with them, seeing the man's face for the first time as a thing of animation, seeing the joy that really could replace pain, no matter how vast. He squeezed Sandy's hand so hard that he almost hurt it until she rested his on her belly to feel the movement of their soon-to-be firstborn. The phone rang then, and Kelly was angry for the invasion of the moment until he heard the voice.