The killer
spastically rose and spun his body to... The killer
spastically rose and spun his body to the rear, gripping his weapon, which twice fell out of his
grasp
Now! Bourne raced across the stones of the parking lot and lunged off his feet down into the
man with the gunHe tore the weapon from the killer’s grip and crashed the metal stock into his
skullThe short, slender man went limpAnd, again, suddenly, there was another crescendo of
gunfire from the west exterior of the terminal building, again accompanied by the shattering of
glassThe first and nearer killer was narrowing down his targetsHe had to be stopped! thought
Jason, his breath gone, every muscle in his body in painWhere was the man from yesterday?
Where was Delta from Medusa? The Chameleon from Treadstone Seventy-one? Where was that
man?
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Bourne grabbed the MAC-10 submachine gun from the unconscious figure on the gravel and
raced toward the side door of the terminal“Let me
gucci online in! I’ve got the weapon!”
The door crashed open“My God, you’re alive!” shouted Conklin in the darkness of the
shadows as Jason ran inside“Mo’s in bad shape—he was shot in the chestThe clerk’s dead and
we can’t raise the tower out on the fieldThey must have reached it first Alex slammed the door
shut“Get down on the floor!” A fusillade raked the wallsBourne got to his knees and fired back,
then threw himself down beside Conklin
“What happened?” cried Jason, breathless, his voice strained, the sweat dripping down his face
and stinging his eyes
“The Jackal happened
“How did he do it?”
“He fooled us allYou, me, Krupkin and Lavier—worst of all, meHe sent the word out that
he’d be away, no explanation even with you here in Paris, just that he’d be gone for a whileWe
thought the trap had worked; everything pointed to MoscowHe sucked us into his own trapOh,
Christ, did he suck us in! I should have known better, I should have seen through
gucci replica it! It was too
cleanOh, God, I’m sorry!”
“That’s him out there, isn’t it? He wants the kill all to himself—nothing else matters to him
Suddenly a flashlight, its powerful beam blinding, was thrown through a shattered window
Instantly, Bourne raised the MAC-10 and blew the shiny metal tube away, extinguishing the light
The damage, however, had been done; their bodies had been seen
“Over here!” screamed Alex, grabbing Jason and diving behind the counter as a murderous
barrage came from the blurred silhouette in the windowIt stopped; there was the crack of a bolt
“He has to reload!” whispered Bourne, with the break in the fire“Stay here!” Jason stood up
and raced to the gate doors, crashing through them, his weapon gripped in his right hand, his body
prone, tense, prepared to kill—if the years would permit itThey had to permit it!
He crawled through the gate he had opened for Marie and spun on the ground to his right,
scrambling along the
cartier santos 100 xl men watch fenceHe was Delta—of Saigon’s Medusa he could do it! There was no
friendly jungle now, but there was everything he could use—Delta could use—the darkness, the
intermittent blocks of shadows from the myriad clouds intercepting the moonlightUse everything!
It was what you were trained to do so many years ago—so manyForget it, forget time! Do it!
The animal only yards away wants you dead—your wife dead, your children deadDead!
It was the quickness born of pure fury that propelled him, obsessed him, and he knew that to win
he had to win quickly, with all the speed that was in himHe crept swiftly along the fence that
enclosed the airfield, and past the corner of the terminal, prepared for the instant of exposureThe
lethal submachine gun was still gripped in his hand, his index finger now on the triggerThere was
a cluster of wild shrubbery preceding two thick trees no more than thirty feet away; if he could
reach them, the advantage was
fake chanel hisHe would have the “high ground,” the Jackal in the valley of
death, if only because he was behind the assassin and unseen
He reached the shrubberyAnd at the moment he heard a massive smashing of glass followed by
yet another fusillade—this time so prolonged that the entire magazine had to have been emptied
He had not been seen; the figure by the window had backed away to reload, his concentration on
that task, not on the possibility of an escapeCarlos, too, was growing old and losing his finesse,
thought Jason BourneWhere were the flares intrinsic to such an operation? Where were the alert,
roving eyes that loaded weapons in total darkness?
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DarknessA cloud cover blocked the yellow rays of the moon; there was darknessHe vaulted
over the fence, concealing himself behind the shrubbery, then raced to the first of the two trees
where he could stand upright, view the scene and consider his
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