Quotes About Determination

Afterward the last one looked best off. He was still moving. So Reacher stepped down and kicked him in the head. Just once. The irreducible number. But hard. To discourage further participation. Then the lobby door opened and Brenda Amos walked in.

If I wanted easy I would have joined the Marines.

Without breaking stride Reacher head-butted him full in the face. Left, right, bang. A perfect ten, for style and content, and power and precision.

right. In the form of an invented approach on

smaller, wirier, boiled down to

The car kept on coming. The train kept on coming. Vectoring in. Collision course.

There are four types of people who join the military. For some, it's a family trade. Others are patriots, eager to serve. Next, you have those who just need a job. Than there's the kind who want a legal means of killing other people.

name. "Jack Reacher

Always," Bellantonio

She was embarrassed at first, then placatory, and then she got down to business.

Take it wherever I was supposed to take it. The rest of the stuff, I'd get rid of it." "That's what I would do as well," I said. "Where would you

get. I was heading straight for

previously discussed

She crawled on. She wanted to get closer. She knew the numbers. A thirty-round magazine would be gone in two seconds. She wanted to make both of them count. She wanted to get lucky. If she hit one and he hit one, that was two less for later. Which was good.

around at his side and flailing back

Which all might have worked, if Reacher had stayed down a step. But he didn't. They charged and he stepped back up to where he was before, and he kicked the nearest guy in the face. And then he twisted and hit the left-hand guy with his elbow, and twisted again and hit the right-hand guy with the same elbow coming back. Gravity and New Hampshire granite finished the job.

sacrifices. And she

Way to his left the backhoe rolled forward. The big slack tires gave and flexed. The three guys stood back-to, pressed up against the rear of the building. Rifles at port arms. Then the counterman rolled around the corner and inched along the end wall. He got to the next corner and took a cautious look. He raised his rifle.

He always had been.

Don't worry about why it went wrong. Just damn well put it right.

Clicked the cocking handle to the fire position and closed her hand around the grip.

half-ton did. He said, "No one is here to work with you, boy. We're here to kick your

window. Reacher

We need to make fast decisions here. We can't let the perfect be the enemy of the good.