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Krupkin?s not malevolent, and he works like a son... |
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Krupkin?s not malevolent, and he works like a son of a -bleep- for Moscow with
a -bleep- good second-rate mind, better than eighty percent of the clowns in our business, but he?s
got a problemHe?s fundamentally on the wrong side, in the wrong societyHis parents should
have come over with mine when the Bolsheviks took the throneYour family was Russian
?Speaking the language helps with KruppieI can nail his nuancesHe?s the quintessential
capitalistLike the economic ministers in Beijing, he doesn?t just like money, he?s obsessed with
it?and everything that goes with itOut of sight and out of sanction, he could be bought
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?You mean by the Jackal??
?I saw him bought in Athens by Greek developers selling additional airstrips to Washington
when they knew the Communists were going to throw us outThey paid him to shut upThen I
watched him broker diamonds in Amsterdam between the merchants on the Nieuwmarkt and the
dacha-elite in MoscowWe had drinks one night in the Kattengat and I asked him, ?Kruppie, what
the -bleep- are you doing?? You know what he said? He said in clothes I couldn?t afford, ?Aleksei, I?ll
do everything I can to outsmart you, to help the supreme Soviet to gain world dominance, but in the
meantime, if you?d like a chloe paddington handbag holiday, I have a lovely house on the lake in Geneva That?s what he
said, MoOf course, you told your friend Casset all this??
?Of course I didn?t,? broke in Conklin
?Good God, why not??
?Because Krupkin obviously never told Charlie that he knew meCasset may have the deal, but
I?m dealing
?With what? How??
?David?Jason?has over five million in the CaymansWith only a spit of that amount I?ll turn
Kruppie so he?ll be working only for us, if we need him or want him to
?Which means you don?t trust Casset
?Not so,? said Alex?I trust Charlie with my lifeIt?s just that I?m not sure I want it in his hands
He and Peter Holland have their chanel cc logo earrings priorities and we have oursTheirs is Medusa; ours are David and
Marie
?Messieurs?? The hostess returned and addressed Conklin?Your car has arrived, sirIt is on the
south platform
?You?re sure it?s for me?? asked Alex
?Forgive me, monsieur, but the attendant said a MrSmith had a difficult leg
?He?s certainly right about that
?I?ve called a porter to carry your luggage, messieursIt?s a rather long walkHe?ll meet you on
the platform Conklin got to his feet and reached into his pocket, pulling out money
?Pardon, monsieur,? interrupted the hostess?We are not permitted to accept gratuitiesMy suitcase is behind your counter, isn?t motorcycle balenciaga it??
?Where your escort left it, sirAlong with the doctor?s, it will be at the platform within
minutes
?Thanks again,? said Alex
?We are well paid, sir, but thank you for the thought
As they walked to the door that led into the main terminal of Orly Airport, Conklin turned to
Panov?How did she know you were a doctor?? he asked?You soliciting couch business??
?HardlyThe commuting would be a bit strenuous
?Then how? I never said anything about your being a doctor
?She knows the security escort who brought me into the loungeIn fact, I think she knows him
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?Wait a minute,? said the second Canadian?You?re... |
8th September 2010, 01:43 |
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?Wait a minute,? said the second Canadian?You?re not?good Lord, you?re not Dave Webb!
Dave has??
?Be quiet,? ordered StJacques, standing at the door behind the two visitors
?Johnny, I spent seven hours in a fishing boat with Dave and I -bleep- well know him when I see
him!?
?Shut up,? said the owner of Tranquility Inn
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?Oh, dear God!? cried the aide to the Crown governor of Montserrat in a clipped British accent
?Listen to me, both of you,? said StJacques, rushing forward between the two Canadians and
turning to stand in front of the armchair?I wish I?d never let you in here, but there?s nothing we
can do about that nowI thought you?d add weight, two more observers, if anyone asked you
questions, which they will, and that?s exactly what you?re going to doYou?ve been talking to
David shop prada handbags Webb, consoling David WebbDo you understand that??
?I don?t understand a -bleep- thing,? objected the bewildered visitor who had spoken of the
comfort of faith?Who the hell is he??
?He?s the senior aide to the Crown governor,? answered St?I?m telling you this so you
will understand??
?You mean the army brass who showed up in full uniform with a squad of black soldiers??
asked the guest who had fished with David Webb
?Among his duties is chief military aide-de-campHe?s a brigadier??
?We saw the -bleep- leave,? protested the fisherman?From the dining room, we all saw him
leave! He was with the old Frenchman and the nurse??
?You saw someone else leave??
?Gentlemen!? The governor?s aide rose from the chair, wearing the ill-fitting jacket worn by
Jason Bourne when he had flown back to Tranquility from Blackburne Airport?You are fake chanel bag welcome
guests on our island but, as guests, you will abide by the Crown?s decisions in emergenciesYou
will either abide by them, or, as we would do in extreme weather, we will be forced to place you in
custody
?Hey, come on, Henry
?Friends do not call brigadiers ?bastards???
?You might if you were once a busted corporal, General,? inserted the man of faith?My
companion here didn?t mean anythingLong before the whole damned Canadian army needed his
company?s engineers, he was a screwed-up infantry gruntHis company, incidentallyHe wasn?t
too bright in Korea
?Let?s cut the crap,? said Webb?s fishing companion?So we?ve been in here talking to Dave,
right??
?RightAnd that?s all I can tell you
?It?s enough, JohnnyDave?s in trouble, so what can we do??
?Nothing?absolutely nothing but what?s on the inn?s agendaYou all got a copy chanel classic bags delivered to
your villas an hour ago
?You?d better explain,? said the religious Canadian?I never read those goddamn happy-hour
schedules
?The inn?s having a special buffet, everything on the house, and a meteorologist from the
Leeward Islands Weather Control will speak for a few minutes on what happened last night
?The storm?? asked the fisherman, the former busted corporal and current owner of Canada?s
largest industrial engineering company?A storm?s a storm in these islandsWhat?s to explain??
?Oh, things like why they happen and why they?re over so quickly; how to behave?the
elimination of fear, basically
?You want us all up there, is that what you mean??
?Yes, I do
?That?ll help Dave??
?Yes; it will
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?Then the whole place?ll be up there
?I appreciate that, but how can you??
?I?ll chanel quilted handbag circulate another happy-hour notice that Angus MacPherson McLeod, chairman of All
Canada Engineering, will award ten thousand dollars to whoever asks the most intelligent question
How about that, Johnny? The rich always want more for nothing, that?s our profound weakness
?I?ll take your word for it,? mumbled St
?C?mon,? said McLeod to his religious friend from Toronto?We?ll circulate with tears in our
eyes and spread the wordThen, you idiot colonel?that?s what you were, y? -bleep-?in an hour or
so we?ll shift gears and only talk of ten thousand dollars and a free-for-all dinnerWith the beach
and the sun, people?s attention spans are roughly two and a half minutes; in cold weather, no more
than fourBelieve me, I?ve had it calculated by computer researchYou?ll have a full party
tonight, Johnny McLeod turned and walked toward the dolce and gabbana handbag doo |
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?Let's go,? Ian whispered
I nodded and started to... |
7th September 2010, 01:51 |
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?Let's go,? Ian whispered
I nodded and started to pull my hand free again
Walter's eyes rolled open, unseeing?Gladdie? Are you here?? he implored
?Um? I'm here,? I said uncertainly, letting his fingers lock around mine?I'll get you both some food,? he whispered, and then he left
I waited anxiously for him to return, unnerved by Walter's misconceptionWalter murmured
Gladys's name over and over, but he didn't seem to need anything from me, for which I was
gratefulAfter a while, half an hour maybe, I began listening for Ian's footsteps in the tunnel,
wondering what could be taking him so long
Doc stood by his desk the whole time, staring into nothing with his shoulders balenciaga giant bag slumpedIt was
easy to see how useless he felt
And then I did hear something, but it wasn't footsteps
?What is that?? I asked Doc in a whisper; Walter was quiet again, maybe unconsciousI didn't
want to disturb him
Doc turned to look at me, cocking his head to the side at the same time to listen
The noise was a funny thrumming, a fast, soft beatI thought I heard it get just a little louder,
but then it seemed quieter again
?That's weird,? Doc said?It almost sounds like?? He paused, his forehead furrowing in
concentration as the unfamiliar sound faded
We were listening intently, so we heard the footsteps when they were still far awayThey did
not match the expected, even black quilted bag pace of Ian's returnHe was running?no, sprinting
Doc reacted immediately to the sound of troubleHe jogged quickly out to meet IanI wished I
could see what was wrong, too, but I didn't want to upset Walter by trying to free my hand
againI listened hard instead
?Brandt?? I heard Doc say in surprise
?Where is it?Where is it? ? the other man demanded breathlesslyThe running footsteps only
paused for a second, then started up again, not quite as fast
?What are you talking about?? Doc asked, calling back this way
?The parasite!? Brandt hissed impatiently, anxiously, as he burst through the arched entry
Brandt was not a big man like Kyle or Ian; he was probably only a few inches paddington chloe handbag taller than me,
but he was thick and solid as a rhinocerosHis eyes swept the room; his piercing gaze focused
on my face for half a second, then took in Walter's oblivious form, and then raced around the
room only to end up on me again
Doc caught up with Brandt then, his long fingers gripping Brandt's shoulder just as the broader
man took the first step in my direction
?What are you doing?? Doc asked, his voice the closest to a growl I'd ever heard it
Before Brandt answered, the odd sound returned, going from soft to screaming loud to soft
again with a suddenness that had us all frozenThe beats thudded right on top of one another,
shaking the air when they were at gucci taske their loudest
?Is that?is that a helicopter?? Doc asked, whispering
?Yes,? Brandt whispered back?It's the Seeker?the one from before, the one who was looking
forit? He jerked his chin at me
My throat was suddenly too small?the breaths moving through it were thin and shallow, not
enough
What is herproblem? Mel snarled in my headhy can't she leave us alone?
We can't let her hurt them!
But how do we stop her?
I don't knowThis is all my fault!
Mine, too, Wanda
?Are you sure?? Doc asked
?Kyle got a clear view through the binoculars while it was hoveringSame one he saw before
?Is it lookinghere? ? Doc's voice was suddenly horrifiedHe half spun, eyes flashing toward balenciaga motorcycle handbags the
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They might have been human?as she thought of... |
6th September 2010, 20:06 |
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They might have been human?as she thought of the
word?once, but at this moment they were something elseThey were barbarians, monstersThey
hung over us, slavering for blood
There was a death sentence in every pair of eyes
Melanie saw all this and, though grudgingly, she had to admit that I was rightAt this moment,
her beloved humans were at their worst?like the newspaper stories we'd seen in the abandoned
shackWe were looking at killers
We should have been wiser; we should have died yesterday
Why would Uncle Jeb keep us alive for this?
A shiver passed through me at the thoughtI'd skimmed through the histories of human
atrocitiesI'd had no stomach for themPerhaps I cartier tank louis should have concentrated betterI knew there
were reasons why humans let their enemies live, for a little whileThings they wanted from their
minds or their bodies?
Of course it sprang into my head immediately?the one secret they would want from meThe
one I could never, never tell themNo matter what they did to meI would have to kill myself
first
I did not let Melanie see the secret I protectedI used her own defenses against her and threw
up a wall in my head to hide behind while I thought of the information for the first time since
implantationThere had been no reason to think of it before
Melanie was hardly even curious on the other side of the wall; she made no chanel watch women effort to break
through itThere were much more immediate concerns than the fact that she had not been the
only one keeping information in reserve
Did it matter that I protected my secret from her? I wasn't as strong as Melanie; I had no doubt
she could endure tortureHow much pain could I stand before I gave them anything they
wanted?
My stomach heavedSuicide was a repugnant option?worse because it would be murder, too
Melanie would be part of either torture or deathI would wait for that until I had absolutely no
other choiceUncle Jeb would never let them hurt me
Uncle Jeb doesn't know you're here,I reminded her
Tell him!
I focused on the old man's faceThe thick gucci g watch white beard kept me from seeing the set of his
mouth, but his eyes did not seem to burn like the others'From the corner of my eye, I could see
a few of the men shift their gaze from me to himThey were waiting for him to answer the
question that had alerted me to their presenceUncle Jeb stared at me, ignoring them
I can't tell him, MelanieAnd if they think I'm lying to them, they'll think
I'm a SeekerThey must have experience enough to know that only a Seeker would come out
here with a lie, a story designed for infiltration
Melanie recognized the truth of my thought at onceThe very wordSeeker made her recoil with
hatred, and she knew these strangers would have the same cambon chanel reaction
It doesn't matter anywayI'm a soul?that's enough for them
The one with the machete?the biggest man there, black-haired with oddly fair skin and vivid
blue eyes?made a sound of disgust and spit on the groundHe took a step forward, slowly
raising the long blade
Better fast than slowBetter that it was this brutal hand and not mine that killed usBetter that
I didn't die a creature of violence, accountable for Melanie's blood as well as my own Jeb's words were unhurried, almost casual, but the big man stoppedHe
grimaced and turned to face Melanie's uncle
?Why? You said you made sure
I recognized the voice?he was the same one who'd asked Jeb why he'd given me chanel purses bags wat |
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That?s what he
said, MoOf course, you told your... |
5th September 2010, 01:55 |
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That?s what he
said, MoOf course, you told your friend Casset all this??
?Of course I didn?t,? broke in Conklin
?Good God, why not??
?Because Krupkin obviously never told Charlie that he knew meCasset may have the deal, but
I?m dealing
?With what? How??
?David?Jason?has over five million in the CaymansWith only a spit of that amount I?ll turn
Kruppie so he?ll be working only for us, if we need him or want him to
?Which means you don?t trust Casset
?Not so,? said Alex?I trust Charlie with my lifeIt?s just that I?m not sure I want it in his hands
He and Peter Holland have their priorities and we have oursTheirs is Medusa; ours are David buy miu miu and
Marie
?Messieurs?? The hostess returned and addressed Conklin?Your car has arrived, sirIt is on the
south platform
?You?re sure it?s for me?? asked Alex
?Forgive me, monsieur, but the attendant said a MrSmith had a difficult leg
?He?s certainly right about that
?I?ve called a porter to carry your luggage, messieursIt?s a rather long walkHe?ll meet you on
the platform Conklin got to his feet and reached into his pocket, pulling out money
?Pardon, monsieur,? interrupted the hostess?We are not permitted to accept gratuitiesMy suitcase is behind your counter, isn?t it??
?Where your escort left it, sirAlong with the doctor?s, it will be at the platform within
minutes
?Thanks cheap tiffany's jewelry again,? said Alex
?We are well paid, sir, but thank you for the thought
As they walked to the door that led into the main terminal of Orly Airport, Conklin turned to
Panov?How did she know you were a doctor?? he asked?You soliciting couch business??
?HardlyThe commuting would be a bit strenuous
?Then how? I never said anything about your being a doctor
?She knows the security escort who brought me into the loungeIn fact, I think she knows him
quite wellShe said in that delectable French accent of hers that he was ?verry attractiefe ?
Looking up at the signs in the crowded terminal, they started toward the south platform
What neither of them saw was a new chanel bags distinguished-looking olive-skinned man with wavy black hair
and large dark eyes walk quickly out of the diplomatic lounge, his steady gaze directed at the two
AmericansHe crossed to the wall, rushing past the crowds until he was diagonally in front of
Conklin and Panov near the taxi platformThen, squinting, as if unsure, he removed a small
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photograph from his pocket and kept glancing at it as he raised his eyes and looked up at the
departing passengers from the United StatesThe photograph was of DrMorris Panov, dressed in a
white hospital gown, a glazed, unearthly expression on his face
The Americans went out on the fake cartier watches platform; the dark-haired man did the sameThe Americans
looked around for a taxi; the dark-haired man signaled a private carA driver got out of a cab; he
approached Conklin and Panov, speaking quietly, as a porter arrived with their luggage; the two
Americans climbed into the taxiThe stranger who followed them slipped into the private car two
vehicles behind the cab
?Pazzo!? said the dark-haired man in Italian to the fashionably dressed middle-aged woman
behind the wheel?I tell you it?s crazy! For three days we wait, all incoming American planes
watched, and we are about to give up when that fool in New York turns out to be rightYou get out and reach our people over tiffany and co jewelry t |
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?Everything?s buried, maximum
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4th September 2010, 01:46 |
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?Everything?s buried, maximum
archive security and all the rest of that crap! How did anyone find Alex and Mo??
?We don?t know, but Alex will start lookingThere?s no one better than Alex, you said that
yourself??
?He?s marked now?he?s a dead man,? interrupted Webb grimly?They?ll kill him and come
after me after us, which is why you and the kids are heading south
?I?ll send them, darling
?There?s nothing to discuss Webb breathed deeply, steadily, imposing a strange control?I?ve
been there before,? he said quietly
Marie looked at her husband, his suddenly passive face outlined in the dim wash of the
dashboard lightsWhat she saw frightened her far more than the specter of the JackalShe was not
looking at David Webb the soft-spoken scholarShe was staring at a man they both thought had
disappeared from their lives forever
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THE GEMINI CONTENDERS
THE HOLCRAFT COVENANT
THE ICARUS AGENDA
THE MATARESE CIRCLE
THE MATLOCK PAPER
THE OSTERMAN WEEKEND
THE PARSIFAL MOSAIC
THE RHINEMANN EXCHANGE
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Cover art copyright ? 1990 by Paul Bacon
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Prologue
Darkness had descended on Manassas, Virginia, the countryside alive with nocturnal undercurrents,
as Bourne crept through the woods bordering the estate of General Norman SwayneStartled birds
fluttered out of their black recesses; crows awoke in the trees and cawed their alarms, and then, as
if calmed by a foraging co-conspirator, kept silent
Manassas! The key was here! The key that would unlock the subterranean door that led to
Carlos the Jackal, the assassin who wanted only to destroy David Webb and his familyWebb!
Get away from me, David! screamed Jason Bourne in the silence of his mindLet me be the killer
you cannot be!
With each scissoring cut into the thick, high wire chloe dior fence, he understood the inevitable, confirmed
by his heavy breathing and the sweat that fell from his hairlineNo matter how hard he tried to keep
his body in reasonable shape, he was fifty years of age; he could not do with ease what he did
thirteen years ago in Paris when, under orders, he had stalked the JackalIt was something to think
about, not dwell uponThere were Marie and his children now?David?s wife, David?s children?
and there was nothing he could not do as long as he willed it! David Webb was disappearing from
his psyche, only the predator Jason Bourne would remain
He was through! He crawled inside and stood up, instinctively, rapidly checking his equipment
with the fingers of both handsWeapons: an automatic, as well as a CO2 dart pistol; Zeiss Ikon
binoculars; a scabbarded hunting knifeThey were all the predator needed, for he was now behind
the lines in enemy territory, the enemy that would lead him to CarlosThe -bleep- battalion from Vietnam, the unlogged, unsanctioned, unacknowledged
collection of killers and misfits who roamed the jungles of Southeast Asia directed by Command
Saigon, the original death squads who brought Saigon more intelligence input than all the searchand-
destroys put togetherJason Bourne had come out of Medusa with David Webb only knock off chanel earrings a
memory?a scholar who had another wife, other children, all slaughtered
General Norman Swayne had been an elite member of Command Saigon, the sole supplier of the
old MedusaAnd now there was a new Medusa: different, massive, evil incarnate cloaked in
contemporary respectability, searching out and destroying whole segments of global economies, all
for the benefit of the few, all financed by the profits from a long-ago -bleep- battalion, unlogged,
unacknowledged?non-historyThis modern Medusa was the bridge to Carlos the JackalThe
assassin would find the principals irresistible as clients, and both camps would demand the death of
Jason BourneThat had to happen! And for it to happen, Bourne had to learn the secrets concealed
within the grounds belonging to General Swayne, head of all procurements for the Pentagon, a
panicked man with a small tattoo on his inner forearm
Without sound or warning, a black Doberman crashed through the dense foliage, its frenzy in
full forceJason whipped the CO2 pistol from its nylon holster as the salivating attack dog lunged
for his stomach, its teeth baredHe fired into its head; the dart took effect in secondsHe cradled
the animal?s unconscious body to the ground
Cut its throat! roared Jason Bourne in silence
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3rd September 2010, 23:13 |
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he station wagon raced south down a backcountry road through the hills of New Hampshire
toward the Massachusetts border, the driver a long-framed man, his sharp-featured face intense, his
clear light-blue eyes furious
?We knew it would happen,? said Marie St?It was merely a question of time
?It?s crazy!? David whispered so as not to? wake the children?Everything?s buried, maximum
archive security and all the rest of that crap! How did anyone find Alex and Mo??
?We don?t know, but Alex will start lookingThere?s no one better than Alex, you said that
yourself??
?He?s marked now?he?s a dead man,? interrupted Webb grimly?They?ll kill him and come
after me after us, which is why you and the kids are heading south
?I?ll send them, darling
?There?s nothing to discuss Webb breathed deeply, steadily, imposing a strange control?I?ve
been there before,? he said quietly
Marie looked at her husband, his suddenly passive face outlined in the dim wash of the
dashboard lightsWhat she saw frightened her far more than the specter of the JackalShe was not
looking at David Webb the soft-spoken scholarShe was staring at a man they both thought had
disappeared from their lives forever
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Bantam Books by Robert Ludlum
Ask your bookseller for the books you have missed
THE chanel classic handbag AQUITAINE PROGRESSION
THE BOURNE IDENTITY
THE BOURNE SUPREMACY
THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
THE CHANCELLOR MANUSCRIPT
THE GEMINI CONTENDERS
THE HOLCRAFT COVENANT
THE ICARUS AGENDA
THE MATARESE CIRCLE
THE MATLOCK PAPER
THE OSTERMAN WEEKEND
THE PARSIFAL MOSAIC
THE RHINEMANN EXCHANGE
THE ROAD TO GANDOLFO
THE ROAD TO OMAHA
THE SCARLATTI INHERITANCE
TREVAYNE
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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THE BOURNE
ULTIMATUM
Robert Ludlum
BANTAM BOOKS
NEW YORK TORONTO LONDON SYDNEY AUCKLAND
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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This edition contains the complete text of the original hardcover edition
NOT ONE WORD HAS BEEN OMITTED
THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
A Bantam Book / published by arrangement with the author
PUBLISHING HISTORY
Random House edition published March 1990
Bantam Export edition / August 1990
Bantam rack edition / March 1991
All rights reserved
Copyright ? 1990 Robert Ludlum
Cover art copyright ? 1990 by Paul Bacon
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 89-43201
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or
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Prologue
Darkness had descended on Manassas, Virginia, the countryside alive with nocturnal undercurrents,
as Bourne crept through the woods bordering the estate of General Norman SwayneStartled birds
fluttered out of their black recesses; crows awoke in the trees and cawed their alarms, and then, as
if calmed by a foraging co-conspirator, kept silent
Manassas! The key was here! The key that would unlock the subterranean door that led gold gucci watches to
Carlos the Jackal, the assassin who wanted only to destroy David Webb and his familyWebb!
Get away from me, David! screamed Jason Bourne in the silence of his mindLet me be the killer
you cannot be!
With each scissoring cut into the thick, high wire fence, he understood the inevitable, confirmed
by his heavy breathing and the sweat that fell from his hairlineNo matter how hard he tried to keep
his body in reasonable shape, he was fifty years of age; he could not do with ease what he did
thirteen years ago in Paris when, under orders, he had stalked the JackalIt was something to think
about, not dwell uponThere were Marie and his children now?David?s wife, David?s children?
and there was nothing he could not do as long as he willed it! David Webb was disappearing from
his psyche, only the predator Jason Bourne would remain
He was through! He crawled inside and stood up, instinctively, rapidly checking his equipment
with the fingers of both handsWeapons: an automatic, as well as a CO2 dart pistol; Zeiss Ikon
binoculars; a scabbarded hunting knifeThey were all the predator needed, for he was now behind
the lines in enemy territory, the enemy that would lead him to CarlosThe -bleep- battalion from Vietnam, the unlogged, unsanctioned, unacknowledged
collection of killers and misfits who roamed the omega seamaster de ville jungles of Southeast Asia directed by Command
Saigon, the original death squads who brought Saigon more intelligence input than all the searchand-
destroys put togetherJason Bourne had come out of Medusa with David Webb only a
memory?a scholar who had another wife, other children, all slaughtered
General Norman Swayne had been an elite member of Command Saigon, the sole supplier of the
old MedusaAnd now there was a new Medusa: different, massive, evil incarnate cloaked in
contemporary respectability, searching out and destroying whole segments of global economies, all
for the benefit of the few, all financed by the profits from a long-ago -bleep- battalion, unlogged,
unacknowledged?non-historyThis modern Medusa was the bridge to Carlos the JackalThe
assassin would find the principals irresistible as clients, and both camps would demand the death of
Jason BourneThat had to happen! And for it to happen, Bourne had to learn the secrets concealed
within the grounds belonging to General Swayne, head of all procurements for the Pentagon, a
panicked man with a small tattoo on his inner forearm
Without sound or warning, a black Doberman crashed through the dense foliage, its frenzy in
full forceJason whipped the CO2 pistol from its nylon holster as the salivating attack dog lunged
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Jared watched me curiously while my eyes filled again
?Why?? he asked softly?You know, Jeb has this crazy idea that you're here for me and Jamie
Isn't that nuts??
My mouth half-opened; I quickly bit down on my lip
Jared leaned forward slowly and took my face between both his hands
?Won't you tell me??
My head shook once, fastI wasn't sure who did itWas it me saying won't or Melanie saying
can't?
His hands tightened under my jawI opened my eyes, and his face was inches away from mine
My heart fluttered, my stomach dropped?I tried to breathe, but my lungs did not obey
I recognized the intention in his eyes; I knew how he would move, exactly how his lips would
feelAnd yet it was so new chanel earrings fake to me, a first more shocking than any other, as his mouth pressed
against mine
I think he meant just to touch his lips to mine, to be soft, but things changed when our skin
metHis mouth was abruptly hard and rough, his hands trapped my face to his while his lips
moved mine in urgent, unfamiliar patternsIt was so different from remembering, so much
strongerMy head swam incoherentlyI was no longer in control of it?it was in control of meIt was not
Melanie?the body was stronger than either of us nowOur breathing echoed loudly: mine wild
and gasping, his fierce, almost a snarl
My arms broke free from my controlMy left hand reached for his face, his hair, to wind my
fingers in it
My right 2.55 chanel jumbo hand was faster
Melanie's fist punched his jaw, knocked his face away from mine with a blunt, low soundFlesh
against flesh, hard and angry
The force of it was not enough to move him far, but he scrambled away from me the instant our
lips were no longer connected, gaping with horrorstruck eyes at my horrorstruck expression
I stared down at the still-clenched fist, as repulsed as if I'd found a scorpion growing on the end
of my armA gasp of revulsion choked its way out of my throatI grabbed the right wrist with
my left hand, desperate to keep Melanie from using my body for violence again
I glanced up at JaredHe was staring at the fist I restrained, too, the horror fading, chanel classic bags surprise
taking its placeIn that second, his expression was entirely defenselessI could easily read his
thoughts as they moved across his unlocked face
This was not what he had expectedAnd he'd had expectations; that was plain to seeThis had
been a testA test he'd thought he was prepared to evaluateA test with results he'd anticipated
with confidenceBut he'd been surprised
Did that mean pass or fail?
The pain in my chest was not a surpriseI already knew that a breaking heart was more than an
exaggeration
In a fight-or-flight situation, I never had a choice; it would always be flight for meBecause
Jared was between me and the darkness of the tunnel exit, I wheeled and threw myself into saddle christian dior the
box-packed hole
The boxes crunched, crackled, and cracked as my weight shoved them into the wall, into the
floorI wriggled my way into the impossible space, twisting around the heavier squares and
crushing the othersI felt his fingers scrape across my foot as he made a grab for my ankle, and I
kicked one of the more solid boxes between usHe grunted, and despair wrapped choking hands
around my throatI hadn't meant to hurt him again; I hadn't meant to strikeI was only trying to
escape
I didn't hear my own sobbing, loud as it was, until I could go no farther into the crowded hole
and the sound of my thrashing stoppedWhen I did hear myself, heard the ragged, tearing gasps
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