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?With all my heart, Jason Bourne!?
?Let?s forget that name
The Chameleon walked out of the Bois de Boulogne to the nearest taxi stationWithin minutes
an ecstatic cabdriver accepted a hundred francs to remain in place at the end of the three-vehicle
line, his passenger slumped in the rear seat waiting to hear the words
?The nun comes out, monsieur!? cried the driver?She enters the first taxi!?
?Follow it,? said Jason, sitting up
On the avenue Victor Hugo, Lavier?s taxi slowed down and pulled up in front of one of Paris?s
few exceptions to tradition?an open plastic-domed public telephone?Stop here,? ordered Bourne,
who climbed out the instant the tiffany canada driver swung into the curbLimping, the Chameleon walked
swiftly, silently, to the telephone directly behind and unseen by the frantic nun under the plastic
domeHe was not seen, but he could hear clearly as he stood several feet behind her
?The Meurice!? she shouted into the phoneHe?ll be there at noonYes,
yes, I?ll stop at my flat, change clothes, and be there in an hour Lavier hung up and turned,
gasping at the sight of Jason
?Yes, I?m afraid,? said Bourne?Shall we take my taxi or yours? ?He?s old and gray-faced??
those were your words, DominiquePretty goddamned descriptive for someone who never met
Carlos
A furious Bernardine walked out of the Pont-Royal with the doorman, who had summoned fake chanel bag him
?This is preposterous!? he shouted as he approached the taxi?No, it?s not,? he amended, looking
inside
?Get in,? said Jason on the far side of the woman dressed in the habit of a nunFrancois did so,
staring at the black clothes, the white pointed hat and the pale face of the religious female between
them?Meet one of the Jackal?s more talented performers,? added Bourne?She could make a
fortune in your cin?ma-v?rit?, take my word for it
?I?m not a particularly religious man, but I trust you have not made a mistakeI did?or
should I say we did?with that pig of a baker
?Why??
?He?s a baker, that?s all he is! I damn near put a grenade in his ovens, but no one but a French
baker could plead the shop prada handbags way he did!?
?It fits,? said Jason?The illogical logic of Carlos?I can?t remember who said that, probably
me The taxi made a U-turn and entered the rue du Bac?We?re going to the Meurice,? added
Bourne
?I?m sure there?s a reason,? stated Bernardine, still looking at the enigmatically passive face of
Dominique Lavier?I mean, this sweet old lady says nothing
?I?m not old!? cried the woman vehemently
?Of course not, my dear,? agreed the Deuxi?me veteran?Only more desirable in your mature
years
?Boy, did you hit it!?
?Why the Meurice?? asked Bernardine
?It?s the Jackal?s final trap for me,? answered Bourne?Courtesy of our persuasive Magdalen
Sister of Charity hereHe expects me to be there and I?ll gucci purses be there
?I?ll call in the Deuxi?meThanks to a frightened bureaucrat, they?ll do anything I askDon?t
endanger yourself, my friend
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?I don?t mean to insult you, Francois, but you yourself told me you didn?t know all of the people
in the Bureau these daysI can?t take the chance of a leakOne man could send out an alarm The low soft-spoken voice of Dominique Lavier broke the hum of the outside
traffic like the initial burr of a chain saw
?I listened to your help before, lady, and it was leading me to my own execution
?That was before, not nowAs must be obvious to you, my position now is truly hopeless
?Didn?t I hear those words recently??
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Peter Holland said that when he was a SEAL in the northern operations he never met a
member of that outfit he didn?t want to waste
?And without them, instead of fifty-eight thousand casualties, there could well have been sixtyplus
Give the animals their due, AlexThey knew every inch of the territories, every square foot of
jungle in the triangleThey?we?sent back more functional intelligence than all the units sent out
by Saigon put together
?My point, David, is that there can never be any connection between Medusa and the United
States governmentOur involvement was never logged, much less acknowledged; the name itself
was concealed as much as possibleThere?s no statute of limitations on war crimes, and Medusa
was officially determined to be a private organization, a collection of violent misfits who wanted
the corrupt Southeast Asia back the way they knew it and used itIf it was ever established that
Washington was behind Medusa, the reputation of some very important people in the White House
and the State Department would be gucci women's watches ruinedThey?re global power brokers now, but twenty years
ago they were hotheaded junior staffers in Command SaigonWe can live with questionable
tactics in time of war, but not with being accomplices in the slaughter of noncombatants and the
diversion of funds totaling millions, both unknowingly paid for by the taxpayersIt?s like those
still-sealed archives that detail how so many of our fat-cat financiers bankrolled the NazisSome
things we never want out of their black holes, and Medusa?s one of them
Webb again leaned back in the chair?now, however, taut, his eyes steady on his old friend, who
was once briefly his deadly enemy?If what memory I have left serves me, Bourne was identified
as having come out of Medusa
?It was an entirely believable explanation and a perfect cover,? agreed Conklin, returning
David?s gaze?We went back to Tam Quan and ?discovered? that Bourne was a paranoid
Tasmanian adventurer who disappeared in the jungles of North VietnamNowhere in that very
creative dossier was there the slightest clue of a Washington miu miu clutch connection
?But that?s all a lie, isn?t it, Alex? There was and is a Washington connection, and the Jackal
knows it nowHe knew it when he found you and Mo Panov in Hong Kong?found your names in
the ruins of that sterile house on Victoria Peak where Jason Bourne was supposedly blown away
He confirmed it last night when his messengers approached you at the Smithsonian and?your
words??our men were very obvious He knew finally that everything he?s believed for thirteen
years is trueThe member of Medusa who was called Delta was Jason Bourne, and Jason Bourne
was a creation of American intelligence?and he?s still aliveAlive and in hiding and protected by
his government
Conklin slammed his fist on the arm of his chair?How did he find us, find me? Everything,
everything, was under a black drapeMcAllister and I made sure of it!?
?I can think of several ways, but that?s a question we can postpone, we haven?t time for it now
We have to move now on what we know Carlos knows
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?What? Move how??
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?It was insanity, but all I could think of was Harness LightWe weren't even close friends, but I
knew he was slowly dying, right between my heartsI couldn't endure that
?I heard the angry claw beast roaring, and I ran toward the soundSoon I could see its thick
white furI ran straight to its third left leg and launched myself as high up the leg as I couldI used all six of my hands, the knife sides, to yank myself up the side of the
beastIt roared and spun, but that didn't helpPicture a dog chasing its tailClaw beasts have
very small brains?a limited intelligence
?I made it to the beast's back and ran up the see by chloe bag double spine, digging in with my knives so that it
couldn't shake me off
?It only took seconds to get up to the beast's headBut that was where the greatest difficulty
waitedMy ice cutters were only? about as long as your forearm, maybeThe claw beast's hide
was twice as thickI swung my arm down as hard as I could, slashing through the first layer of
fur and membraneThe claw beast screamed and reared back on its hindmost legs
?I lodged four of my hands into its hide?it screamed and thrashedWith the other two, I took
turns cutting at the gash I'd madeThe skin was so thick and tough, I didn't know if I would be
able to white chanel j12 watch saw through
?The claw beast went berserkIt shook so hard that it was all I could do to hold on for a
momentBut time was running out for Harness LightI shoved my hands into the hole and tried
to rip it open
?Then the claw beast threw itself backward onto the ice
?If we hadn't been over its lair, the pit it had dug to hide in, that would have crushed meAs it
was, though it knocked me silly, the fall actually helpedMy knives were already in the beast's
neckWhen I hit the ground, the weight of the beast drove my cutters deep through its skin
Deeper than I needed
?We were both stunned; I was half smotheredI knew I men's omega watch had to do something right away, but I
couldn't remember what it wasThe beast started to roll, dazedThe fresh air cleared my head,
and I remembered Harness Light
?Protecting him from the cold as well as I could in the soft side of my hands, I moved him from
my egg pocket into the claw beast's neck
?The beast got to its feet and bucked againI'd let go of my hold to insert
Harness Light, you seeThe claw beast was infuriatedThe wound on its head wasn't nearly
enough to kill it?just annoy it
?The snow had settled enough that I was in plain sight, especially as I was painted with the
beast's bloodIt's a very bright chanel j12 color, a color you don't have hereIt raised its pincers, and they
swung toward meI thought that was it, and I was comforted a little that at least I would
dietrying
?And then the pincers hit the snow beside meI couldn't believe it had missed! I stared up at
the huge, hideous face, and I almost had to? well, not laughBut that was
the feelingBecause that ugly face was torn with confusion and surprise and chagrinNo claw
beast had ever worn such an expression before
?It had taken Harness Light a few minutes to bind himself to the claw beast?it was such a big
area, he really had to extend himselfBut then he was in prada bags online contr

?I'd be fine if I weren't so worried,? she told him, biting her lip
?He'll be home soon,? Ian assured her?Jared always brings everyone homeHe's got a real
talentWe've had no accidents, no problems since he showed up
My interest sparked when he mentioned Jared?and Melanie, so somnolent these days,
stirred?but Ian didn't say anything elseHe just patted Paige's shoulder and turned to take his
food from Jeb
Jeb sat next to me and surveyed the room with a deep sense of satisfaction plain on his faceI
looked around the room, too, trying to see what he sawThis must tiffany and co necklace have been what it was
usually like here, when I wasn't aroundOnly today I didn't seem to bother themThey must
have been tired of letting me interrupt their lives
?Things are settling down,? Ian commented to JebWe're all reasonable folks here
I frowned to myself
?That's true, at the moment,? Ian said, laughing?My brother's not around
?Exactly,? Jeb agreed
It was interesting to me that Ian counted himself among the reasonable folksHad he noticed
that Jeb was unarmed? I was burning with curiosity, but I couldn't risk pointing it out in case he
hadn't
The meal dolce and gabbana knock off continued as it had begunMy novelty had apparently worn off
When the meal was over, Jeb said I deserved a restHe walked me all the way to my door,
playing the gentleman again
?Afternoon, Wanda,? he said, tipping his imaginary hat
I took a deep breath for bravery
?Yes??
?Jeb?? I hesitated, trying to find a polite way to put it?I? well, maybe it's stupid of me, but I
sort of thought we were friends
I scrutinized his face, looking for any change that might indicate that he was about to lie to me
He only looked kind, but what did I know of a liar's tells?
?Of roxanne mulberry course we are, Wanda
?Then why are you trying to get me killed??
His furry brows pulled together in surprise?Now, why would you think that, honey??
I listed my evidence?You didn't take the gun todayAnd yesterday you left me alone?I thought you hated that gun
I waited for an answer
?Wanda, if I wanted you dead, you wouldn't have lasted that first day
?I know,? I muttered, starting to feel embarrassed without understanding why?That's why it's
all soconfusing?
Jeb laughed cheerfully?No, I don't want you dead! That's the whole point, kidI've been
getting them all chanel diamond watches used to seeing you around, getting them to accept the situation without
realizing itIt's like boiling a frog
My forehead creased at the eccentric comparison?If you throw a frog in a pot of boiling water, it will hop right outBut if you put
that frog in a pot of tepid water and slowly warm it, the frog doesn't figure out what's going on
until it's too lateIt's just a matter of working by slow degrees
I thought about that for a second?remembered how the humans had ignored me at lunch today
Jeb had gotten them used to meThe realization made me feel strangely omega watches for sale hopefu

The assassin felt the
exhilaration of triumph?over life and deathThe doctors said he was dying, but doctors were as
often wrong as they were right, and at this moment they were wrong! The death of Jason Bourne
would renew his life
However, the hour was not rightThree o?clock in the morning was not the time to be seen
prowling the streets or the hotels in search of a kill in Moscow, a city in the grip of permanent
suspicion, darkness itself contributing to its warinessIt was common knowledge that the nightfloor
stewards in the major hotels were armed, selected as much for their marksmanship as for their
aptitude for serviceDaylight brought a relaxation of the night?s concerns; the bustling activity of
the early morning was the time to strike?and strike he would
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But the hour was right for another kind of strike, at least the prelude to itThe time had come to
call together his disciples in the Soviet government and let them know the monseigneur had
arrived, that their personal messiah was here to set them freeBefore leaving Paris he had collected
the dossiers, and the dossiers behind those dossiers, all seemingly innocuous pages of blank paper
in file folders until they were exposed to infrared light, the heat waves bringing up chanel earrings stud the typewritten
scriptHe had selected a small deserted store in the Vavilova for his meeting groundHe would
reach each of his people by public telephone and instruct them to be there by 5:30, all taking back
streets and alleyways to the rendezvousBy 6:30 his task would be finished, each disciple armed
with the information that would elevate him?and her?to the highest ranks of Moscow?s eliteIt
was one more invisible army, far smaller than Paris, but equally effective and as dedicated to
Carlos, the unseen monseigneur who made life infinitely more comfortable for his convertsAnd by
7:30, the mighty Jackal would be in place at the Metropole, ready for the early movements of
awakening guests, the time for the rushing trays and tables of room-service waiters and the hectic
confusion of a lobby alive with chatter, anxiety and bureaucracyIt was at the Metropole where he
would be ready for Jason Bourne
One by one, like wary stragglers in the early light, the five men and three women arrived at the
run-down entrance of the abandoned store in the back street known only as the VavilovaTheir
caution was understandable; it was a district to be avoided, although not necessarily because of
unsavory inhabitants, for the Moscow police were ruthlessly thorough in such areas, but balenciaga blue because of
the stretch of decrepit buildingsThe area was in the process of renovation; however, like similar
projects in urban blights the world over, the progress had two speeds: slow and stopThe only
constant, which was at best a dangerous convenience, was the existence of electricity, and Carlos
used it to his advantage
He stood at the far end of the bare concrete room, a lamp on the floor behind him, silhouetting
him, leaving his features undefined and further obscured by the upturned collar of his black suitTo
his right was a wreck of a low wooden table with file folders spread across the top, and to his left,
under a pile of newspapers, unseen by his ?disciples,? was a cut-down Type 56, AK-47 assault
weaponA forty-round magazine was inserted, a second magazine in the Jackal?s beltThe only
reason for the weapon was the normal custom of his trade; he expected no difficulty whatsoever
He surveyed his audience, noting that all eight kept glancing furtively at one anotherNo one
talked; the dank air in the eerily lit abandoned store was tense with apprehensionCarlos
understood that he had to dispel that fear, that furtiveness, as rapidly as possible, which was why he
had gathered eight distressed chairs from the various deserted office rooms in the rear of the store
Seated, dior saddle people were less tense; it was a truismHowever, none of the chairs was being used
?Thank you for coming here this morning,? said the Jackal in Russian, raising his voice?Please,
each of you take a chair and sit downOur discussion will not be long, but will require the utmost
concentrationWould the comrade nearest the door close it, please
The old, heavy door was creaked shut by a stiffly walking bureaucrat as the rest reached for
chairs, each distancing his and hers from others that were nearbyCarlos waited until the scraping
sounds of wood against cement subsided and all were seatedThen, like a practiced orator-actor,
the Jackal paused before formally addressing his captive audienceHe looked briefly at each person
with his penetrating dark eyes as if conveying to each that he or she was special to himThere were
short, successive hand movements, mostly female, as those he gazed at in turn smoothed their
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respective garmentsThe clothes they wore were characteristic of the ranks of upper-level
government officials?in the main drab and conservative, but well pressed and spotless
?I am the monseigneur from Paris,? began the assassin in priestly garb?I am he who has spent
several years seeking each of you out?with the assistance of seamaster de ville comrades here in Moscow and
beyond?and sent you large sums of money, asking only that you silently await my arrival and
render me the loyalty I have shown to youBy your faces, I can anticipate your questions, so let
me amplifyYears ago I was among the elite few selected to be trained at Novgorod There was a
quiet yet audible reaction from the chosen eightThe myth of Novgorod matched its reality; it was,
indeed, an advanced indoctrination center for the most gifted of comrades?as they were given to
understand, yet none really understood, for Novgorod was rarely spoken about except in whispers
With several nods, Carlos acknowledged the impact of his revelation and continued
?The years since have been spent in many foreign countries promoting the interests of the great
Soviet revolution, an undercover commissar with a flexible portfolio that called for many trips back
here to Moscow and extensive research into the specific departments in which each of you holds a
responsible position Again the Jackal paused, then spoke suddenly, sharply?Positions of
responsibility but without the authority that should be yoursYour abilities are undervalued and
under-rewarded, for there is deadwood above you
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