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?He was banished, JohnnyCarlos probably found out why a long time ago and has him on a list
He?s been doing it for yearsMost people read newspapers and books and magazines for diversion;
the Jackal pores over volumes of in-depth intelligence reports from every conceivable source he
can unearth, and he?s unearthed more than the CIA, the KGB, MI-Five and Six, Interpol and a
dozen other services even want to think aboutThose seaplanes flew in four or five times after I
got back here from BlackburneWho was on them??
?Pilots,? answered StJacques, turning around?They were taking people out, not bringing
anyone in, I told you thatWere you watching??
?Watching who??
?Each plane when it came in
?Hey, come on! You had me doing a dozen different things
?What about the two black commandos? The ones you trust so much
?They were checking and positioning the other guards, for Christ?s sake
?Then we don?t really know who may have come in on those planes, do we? Maybe slipping
into the water over the black leather chanel purse pontoons as they taxied through the reefs?perhaps before the sandbar
?For God?s sake, David, I?ve known those charter jocks for yearsThey wouldn?t let anything
like that happenNo way!?
?You mean it?s kind of unbelievable
?Like the Jackal?s contact in Montserrat
The owner of Tranquility Inn stared at his brother-in-law?What kind of world do you live in??
?One I?m sorry you ever became a part ofBut you are now and you?ll play by its rules, my
rules A fleck, a flash, an infinitesimal streak of deep red light from the darkness outside!
Infrared! Arms extended, Bourne lunged at StJacques, propelling him off his feet, away from the
balcony doors?Get out of there!? Jason roared in midair as both crashed to the floor, three
successive snaps crackling the space above them as bullets thumped with finality into the walls of
the villa
?What the hell??
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?He?s out there and he wants me to know it!? said Bourne, shoving his brother-in-law into the
lower tan gucci watch molding, crawling beside him, and reaching into the pocket of his guayabera?He knows
who you are, so you?re the first corpse, the one he realizes will drive me to the edge because you?re
Marie?s brother?you?re family and that?s what he?s holding over my headMy family!?
?Jesus Christ! What do we do??
?I do!? replied Jason, pulling the second flare out of his pocket?I send him a messageThe
message that tells him why I?m alive and why I will be when he?s deadStay where you are!?
Bourne pulled his lighter out of his right pocket and ignited the flareScrambling, he raced across
the balcony doors hurling the hissing, blinding missile out into the darknessTwo snaps followed,
the bullets ricocheting off the tiled ceiling and shattering the mirror of a dressing table?He?s got a
MAC-ten with a silencer,? said Medusa?s Delta, rolling into the wall, grabbing his inflamed neck as
he did so?I have to get out of here!?
?David, you?re hurt!?
?That?s nice Jason Bourne got to his feet and raced to the door; replica mulberry roxanne handbags slamming it back, he rushed
into the villa?s living room, only to face a frowning Canadian physician
?I heard some noise in there,? said the doctor?Is everything all right??
?I have to leave
?Now, see here! There?s blood on your bandage, the sutures??
?Get your ass on the floor!?
?You?re not twenty-one, MrWebb??
?Get out of my life!? shouted Bourne, running to the entrance, letting himself outside, and
rushing up the lighted path toward the main complex, suddenly aware of the deafening steel band,
its sound amplified throughout the grounds by a score of speakers nailed to the trees
The undulating cacophony was overwhelming, and that was not to his disadvantage, thought
JasonAngus McLeod had been true to his wordThe huge glass-enclosed circular dining room
held the few remaining guests and the fewer staff, and that meant the Chameleon had to change
colorsHe knew the mind of the Jackal as well as he knew his own, and that meant that the assassin
would do exactly what he himself would do gucci backpacks for cheap under the circumstancesThe hungry, salivating wolf
went into the cave of its confused, rabid quarry and pulled out the prized piece of meatSo would
he, shedding the skin of the mythical chameleon, revealing a much larger beast of prey?say, a
Bengal tiger?which could rip a jackal apart in his jawsWhy were the images important? Why?
He knew why, and it filled him with a feeling of emptiness, a longing for something that had
passed?he was no longer Delta, the feared guerrilla of Medusa; nor was he the Jason Bourne of
Paris and the Far EastThe older, much older, David Webb kept intruding, invading, trying to find
reason within insanity and violence
No! Get away from me! You are nothing and I am everything! Go away, David, for Christ?s
sake, go away
Bourne spun off the path and ran across the harsh, sharp tropical grass toward the side entrance
of the innInstantly, breathlessly, he cut his pace to a walk at the sight of a figure coming through
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