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- Posted at 7:23 PM on Wednesday, February 3, 2010 by oh6j3ome
I shall have to remain buried for quite
some time while I construct another existenceFrom birth, of course Krupkin turned to the owner
of Tranquility Inn?Would it be possible to lease one of these lovely cottages, MrJacques??
?After what you did for David and my sister, don?t give it a second thoughtThis house is your
house, MrFirst, naturally, there?ll be the trip to the Caymans, where, I?m told, there are
excellent tailors; then perhaps a clever little yacht and a small charter business that can be
substantiated as having been moved from Tierra del Fuego or the Malvinas, some godforsaken
place where a little money can produce an identity and a highly credible if obscure pastAfter these
are set in motion, there?s a doctor in Buenos Aires who does wonders with fingerprints?quite
painlessly, I?m told?and then minor cosmetic surgery?Rio has the best, you know, far better than
New York?just enough to alter the louis vuitton fabrics profile and perhaps remove a few yearsFor the past five
days and nights, I?ve had nothing to do but think and plan, enduring situations of passage I would
not describe in front of the lovely Mrs
?You certainly have been thinking,? agreed David?s wife, impressed?And please call me
MarieHow can I hold you over the peasant?s head if I?m MrsWebb??
?Ah, the adorable Marie!?
?What about these adorable plans of yours?? asked Conklin pointedly?How long will they take
to implement??
?You of all people should ask that question?? Krupkin?s eyes were wide in disbelief
?I think I?d better,? broke in Alex
?You, who were instrumental in building the dossier of the greatest impersonator the
international world of terrorism has ever known? The incomparable Jason Bourne??
?If that includes me,? said Webb, ?I?m outI?m heavy into interior decorating
?How long, Kruppie??
?For heaven?s sake, man, you were training a recruit for an most wanted chloe bag assignment, a single missionI?m
altering a life!?
?How long??
?You tell me, AlexIt?s my life we?re talking about now?as worthless as that life may be in the
geopolitical scheme of things?it?s still my life
?Whatever he needs,? interrupted David Webb, the unseen image of Jason Bourne looking over
his wounded shoulder
?Two years to do it well, three years to do it better,? said Dimitri Krupkin
?They?re yours,? said Marie
?Pritchard,? said StJacques, angling his head?Fix my drink, if you please
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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Epilogue
They walked along the moonlit beach, alternately touching and not touching, the embarrassment of
intimacy intermittently intruding as if a world that had separated them had not let them escape its
terrible orbit, constantly pulling them into its fiery nucleus
?You carried a gun,? said Marie softly?I had no idea you had oneI?m not sure I knew I had one, either
?Reflex? vintage cartier watch for sale Compulsion??
?Both, I guessIt didn?t matter, I didn?t use it
?But you wanted to, didn?t you??
?Again, I?m not sureIf you and the children were threatened, of course I would, but I don?t
think I?d fire indiscriminately
?Are you sure, David? Would the appearance of danger to us make you pick up a gun and shoot
at shadows??
?No, I don?t shoot at shadowsIn the sand! Waves lapping over the unmistakable intrusion of a human being, breaks
in the flow of the natural rhythm?sounds Jason Bourne knew from a hundred beaches! He spun
around, violently propelling Marie off her feet, sending her out of the line of fire as he crouched,
his weapon in his hand
?Please don?t kill me, David,? said Morris Panov, the beam of his flashlight illuminating the
area?It simply wouldn?t make sense
?Jesus, Mo!? cried Webb
?Trying to find you, that?s allWould you please help Marie??
Webb did so, pulling his wife to her feet, both half blinded by the dior handbag flashlight?My God, you?re
the mole!? cried Jason Bourne, raising his weapon?You knew every move I was making!?
?I?m what?? roared the psychiatrist, throwing down his flashlight?If you believe that, gun me
down, you son of a bitch!?
?I don?t know, MoI don?t know anything anymore !? David?s head arched back in pain
?Then cry your heart out, you bastard! Cry like you?ve never cried before! Jason Bourne is
dead, cremated in Moscow, and that?s the way it is! You either accept that or I don?t want a
goddamned thing to do with you anymore! Have you got that, you arrogant, brilliant creation! You
did it, and it?s over!?
Webb fell to his knees, the tears welling in his eyes, trembling and trying not to make a sound
?We?re going to be okay, Mo,? said Marie, kneeling beside her husband, holding him
?I know that,? acknowledged Panov, nodding in the glow of the grounded flashlight?Two lives
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