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Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

    Time Event
    12:23a
    Two high-powered rifle shots exploded from the...
    Two high-powered rifle shots
    exploded from the outer darkness, the bullets ripping open the throats of the two Oriental
    messengersThe CIA men lunged to the ground, rolling for cover as Conklin grabbed Panov,
    pulling him down to the path in front of the bench for protectionThe unit from Langley lurched to
    their feet and, like the combat veterans they were, including the former commando Director Peter
    Holland, they started scrambling, zigzagging one after another toward the source of the gunfire,
    weapons extended, shadows soughtIn moments, an angry cry split the silence
    “Goddamn it!” shouted Holland, the beam of his flashlight angled down between tree trunks
    “They made their break!”
    “How can you omega watch orange tell?”
    “The grass, son, the heel imprintsThose bastards were overqualifiedThey dug in for one shot
    apiece and got out—look at the slip marks on the lawnThose shoes were runningForget it! No
    use nowIf they stopped for a second position, they’d blow us into the Smithsonian
    “A field man,” said Alex, getting up with his cane, the frightened, bewildered Panov beside him
    Then the doctor spun around, his eyes wide, rushing toward the two fallen Orientals
    “Oh, my God, they’re dead,” he cried, kneeling beside the corpses, seeing their blown-apart
    throats“Jesus, the amusement park! It’s the same!”
    “A message,” agreed Conklin, nodding, wincing“Put rock salt on the trail,” he added
    enigmatically
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    “What do you mean?” asked the psychiatrist, snapping his head around at the former intelligence
    officer
    “We weren’t careful enough
    “Alex!” roared the gray-haired Holland, running to the bench“I heard you, but this neuters the
    hotel,” he said breathlessly“You can’t go there now
    “It neuters—fucks up—more than the hotelThis isn’t the Jackal! It’s Hong Kong! The externals
    were right, but my instincts were wrongWrong!”
    “Which way do you want to go?” asked the director softly
    “I don’t know,” answered Conklin, a plaint in his voiceReach our man, of
    course, as soon as possible
    “I spoke to David—I spoke to him about an hour ago,” said Panov, instantly correcting himself
    “You logo dolce & gabbana spoke to him?” cried Alex“It’s late and you were at homeHow?”
    “You know my answering machine,” said the doctor“If I picked up every crazy call after
    midnight, I’d never get to the office in the morningSo I let it ring, and because I was getting ready
    to go out and meet you, I listenedAll he said was ‘Reach me,’ and by the time I got to the phone,
    he’d hung up
    “You called him back? On your phone?”
    “Well yes,” answered Panov hesitantly“He was very quick, very guardedHe just wanted us
    to know what was happening, that ‘M’—he called her ‘M’—was leaving with the children first
    thing in the morningThat was it; he hung up right away
    “They’ve got your boy’s name and address by now,” said Holland“Probably chanel cc logo earrings the message as
    well
    “A location, yes; the message, maybe,” broke in Conklin, speaking quietly, rapidly“Not an
    address, not a name
    “By morning they will have—”
    “By morning he’ll be on his way to Tierra del Fuego, if need be
    “Christ, what have I done?” exclaimed the psychiatrist
    “Nothing anybody else in your place wouldn’t have done,” replied Alex“You get a message at
    two o’clock in the morning from someone you care about, someone in trouble, you call back as fast
    as you canNow we have to reach him as fast as we canSo it’s not Carlos, but somebody with a
    lot of firepower is still closing in, making breakthroughs we thought were impossible
    “Use the phone in my car,” said Holland“I’ll put it on chanel j12 white watch overr

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