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jiya_2039 ([info]jiya_2039) wrote,
@ 2010-06-03 01:31:00

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“But the hatred that obsesses Carlos grows like a...
“But the hatred that obsesses Carlos grows like a cancer in his aging brainOne man drew him
out; one man tricked him, usurped his kills, taking credit for the Jackal’s work, kill after kill,
driving Carlos mad when he was trying to correct the record, trying to maintain his supremacy as
the ultimate assassinThat same man was responsible for the death of his lover—but one far more
than a lover, the woman who was his keel, his beloved since childhood in Venezuela, his colleague
in all thingsThat single man, one of hundreds, perhaps thousands sent out by governments
everywhere, was the only one who ever saw his face—as the JackalThe man who did all this was
a product of American intelligence, a strange man who lived a deadly lie every day of his life for
three yearsAnd Carlos will not rest until that borse louis vuitton man is punished The man is Jason
Bourne
Squinting, stunned by the Frenchman’s story, Prefontaine leaned forward over the table“Who
is Jason Bourne?” he asked
“My husband, David Webb,” replied Marie
“Oh, my God,” whispered the judge“May I have a drink, please?”
John St“Ronald!”
“Yes, boss-mon!” cried from within the guard whose strong hands had held his employer’s
shoulders an hour ago in Villa Twenty
“Bring us some whisky and brandy, pleaseThe bar should be stocked
The orange sun in the east suddenly took fire, its rays penetrating what was left of the sea mists
of dawnThe silence around the table was broken by the soft, heavily accented words of the old
Frenchman“I am not used to such service,” he said, looking aimlessly beyond the railing of the
balcony at the progressively bright waters of the prada bags online Caribbean“When something is asked for, I
always think the task should be mine
“Not anymore,” said Marie quietly, then after a beat, adding, “
“I suppose one could live with that name
“Why not here?”
“Qu’est-ce que vous dites, madame?”
“Think about itParis might not be any less dangerous for you than the streets of Boston for our
judge
The judge in question was lost in his own aimless reverie as several bottles, glasses and a bucket
of ice were brought to the tableWith no hesitation, Prefontaine reached out and poured himself an
extravagant drink from the bottle nearest him“I must ask a question or two,” he said emphatically
“Is that proper?”
“Go ahead,” replied Marie“I’m not sure I can or will answer you, but try me
“The gunshots, the spray paint on the wall—my ‘cousin’ here says the red paint and the chanel watch women words
were by his instructions—”
“They were, mon amiThe loud firing of the guns as well
“Why?”
“Everything must be as it is expected to beThe gunshots were an additional element to draw
attention to the event that was to take place
“Why?”
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
132
“A lesson we learned in the Résistance—not that I was ever a ‘Jean Pierre Fontaine,’ but I did
my small partIt was called an accentuation, a positive statement making clear that the
underground was responsible for the actionEveryone in the vicinity knew it
“Why here?”
“The Jackal’s nurse is deadThere is no one to tell him that his instructions have been carried
out
“French common sense
“Why?”
“Carlos will be here by noon tomorrow
“Oh, dear God!”
The telephone rang inside the villaJacques lurched out of his chair only to chanel white watch be blocked
by his sister, who threw her arm in front of his face and then raced through the doors into the living
roomShe picked up the phone
“David?”
“It’s Alex,” said the breathless voice on the line“Christ, I’ve had this goddamned thing on
redial for three hours! Are you all right?”
“We’re alive but we weren’t supposed to be
“The old men! The old men of Paris! Did Johnny—”
“Johnny did, but they’re on our side!”
“Who?”
“The old men—”
“You’re not making one damn bit of sense!”
“Yes, I am! We’re in control hereWhat about David?”
“I don’t know! The telephone lines were cutEverything’s a mess! I’ve got the police heading
out there—”
“Screw the police, Alex!” screamed Marie“Get the army, the marines, the lousy CIA! We’re
owed!”
“Jason won’t allow thatI can’t turn on him now
“Well, try this for seamaster de ville siz


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