It would forever be regarded as a very bad shot. Half a second later, — Rainbow Six (novel)

"And what will your neighbors think of all this?" Popov asked, with a lighthearted smile. What the hell were these people talking about? "What neighbors?" Killgore asked. [...] What neighbors? Popov thought again. They could see the roofs of farmhouses and buildings not ten kilometers away, well lit by the morning sun. What did they mean, what neighbors? They spoke of a radiant future with wild animals everywhere, but not of people. Did they plan to purchase all the nearby farms? Even Horizon Corporation didnt have that much money, did it? This was a settled, civilized area. The farms nearby were large prosperous ones owned by people of comfortable private means. Where would they go? Why would they leave? And yet again, the question leaped into Popovs mind. What is this all about?"

"TV Anchor: But who decides when its necessary?"

"Oso backs us up, but I dont think well have much use for him on this trip." Julio Vega had become their heavy-machine gunner, slinging a laser-sighted M-60 7.62-mm machine gun for really serious work, but there wasnt much use for that now—and wouldnt be, unless everything went totally to hell."

"Eddie: Whats the plan if the opposition just starts shooting out of hand? Ding: Tell Louis, two flashbangs at the front door, four more inside, and we blow in like a tornado. Eddie: Our body armor– Ding: Wont stop a seven-six-two Russian. I know. Nobody ever said it was safe, Eddie."

"One of them came outside and lit a pipe—how very Swiss! Popov thought. The bugger probably climbs mountains for personal entertainment, too."

"Ireland would not turn into a Marxist country, for all their wishes. The list of such nations was very thin now, though across the world academics still clung to the words and ideas of Marx and Engels and even Lenin. Fools. There were even those who said that Communism had been tried in the wrong country—that Russia had been too far backward to make those wonderful ideas work. That was enough to bring an ironic smile and a shake of the head. Hed once been a part of the organization called the Sword and Shield of the Party. Hed been through the Academy, had sat through all the political classes, learned the answers to the inevitable examination questions and been clever enough to write down exactly what his instructors wanted to hear, thus ensuring high marks and the respect of his mentors—few of whom had believed in that drivel any more than he had, but none of whom had found within themselves the courage to speak their real thoughts. It was amazing how long the lies had lasted, and truly, Popov could remember his surprise when the red flag had been pulled down from its pole atop the Kremlins Spasskaya Gate. Nothing, it seemed, lived longer than a perverse idea."