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A man more dead than alive had been flown down from a hospital in New York, the medical file so maximum classified it could not even be shown to the Oval OfficeYet interrogation spe******ts talk in dark corners, as often to relieve frustration as to impress a listener, and he had heard about a recalcitrant, unmanageable patient, an amnesiac they called ?Davey? and sometimes just a short, sharp, hostile ?Webb,? formerly a member of Saigon?s infamous Medusa, and a man they suspected of feigning his loss of memoryLoss of memory? Alex Conklin had told them that the Medusan they had trained to go out in deep cover for Carlos the Jackal, an agent provocateur they called Jason Bourne, had lost his memoryLost his memory and nearly lost his life because his controls disbelieved the story of amnesia! That was the man they called ?Davey? David Webb was Conklin?s Jason Bourne! How could it be otherwise? David Webb! And he had been at Norman Swayne?s house the night the Agency was told that poor cuckolded Swayne had taken his own life, a suicide that had not been reported in the papers for reasons DeSole could not possibly understand! David WebbWhy? The rolex oyster perpetual watch headlights of an approaching limousine shot through the darkness at the far end of the parking lot, swerving in a semicircle toward the CIA analyst, causing him to shut his eyes?the refracted light through his thick lenses was painfulHe had to make the sequence of his revelations clear to these menThey were his means to a life he and his wife had dreamed of?moneyNot bureaucratic less-than-money, but real moneyEducation at the best universities for their grandchildren, not the state colleges and the begged-for scholarships that came with the government salary of a bureaucrat?a bureaucrat so much better than those around him it was pitifulDeSole the Mute Mole, they called him, but would not pay him for his expertise, the very expertise that prohibited him from going into the private sector, surrounding him with so many legal restrictions that it was pointless to applySomeday Washington would learn; that day would not come in his lifetime, so six grandchildren had made the decision for himThe empathetic new Medusa had beckoned with generosity, and in his bitterness he had come running He rationalized that it was no more an unethical decision on his part than those cartier pasha watch made every year by scores of Pentagon personnel who walked out of Arlington and into the corporate arms of their Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 175 old friends the defense contractorsAs an army colonel once said to him, ?It?s work now and get paid later,? and God knew that one Steven DeSole worked like hell for his country, but his country hardly reciprocated in kindHe hated the name Medusa, though, and rarely if ever used it because it was a symbol from another time, ominous and misleadingThe great oil companies and railroads sprang from the chicanery and the venality of the robber barons, but they were not now what they were thenMedusa may have been born in the corruption of a war-ravaged Saigon, its early funding may have been a result of it, but that Medusa no longer existed; it had been replaced by a dozen different names and companiesDeSole, no American-controlled international conglomerate is,? said his recruiter, ?and it?s true that we seek what some might call unfair economic advantage based on privileged informationYou see, we have to because our competitors throughout Europe and the Far East consistently have itThe difference between replica miu miu them and us is that their governments support their efforts?ours doesn?tDeSole, trade and profits They?re the healthiest pursuits on earthChrysler may not like Toyota, but the astute MrIacocca does not call for an air strike against TokyoHe finds ways to join forces with the Japanese Yes, mused DeSole as the limousine came to a stop ten feet away from himWhat he did for the ?corporation,? which he preferred to call it, as opposed to what he did for the Company, might even be considered benevolentProfits, after all, were more desirable than bombs and his grandchildren would go to the finest schools and universities in the countryTwo men got out of the limousine and approached him ?What?s this Webb look like?? asked Albert Armbruster, chairman of the Federal Trade Commission, as they walked along the edge of the parking lot ?I only have a description from the gardener, who was hiding behind a fence thirty feet away ?What did he tell you?? The unidentified associate of the chairman, a short stocky man with penetrating dark eyes and dark eyebrows beneath dark hair, looked at DeSole?Be precise,? he added ?Now, just a minute,? protested the analyst chanel shoulder bag defensively but firmly?I?m precise in everything I say, and, frankly, whoever you are, I don?t like the tone of your voice one bit ?He?s upset,? said Armbruster, as if his associate was dismissible?He?s a spaghetti head from New York and doesn?t trust anybody ?Who?s to trust in New Yawk?? asked the short, dark man, laughing and poking his elbow into the wide girth of Albert Armbruster?You WASPs are the worst, you got the banks, amico!? ?Let?s keep it that way and out of the courtsThe description, please?? The chairman looked at DeSole ?It?s incomplete, but there is a long-ago tie-in with Medusa that I?ll describe?precisely ?Go ahead, pal,? said the man from New York ?He?s rather large?tall, that is?and in his late forties or early fifties and?? ?Has he got some gray around his temples?? asked Armbruster, interrupting ?Well, yes, I think the gardener said something to that effect?graying, or gray in his hair, or something like thatIt?s obviously why he judged him to be in his forties or fifties ?It?s Simon,? said Armbruster, looking at the New Yorker ?Who?? DeSole stopped, as the other two stopped and looked at him ?He called himself Simon, and he knew all about omega knockoff watch you

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