Again, strong black hands pulled him to his feet...
- Posted at 1:00 AM on Thursday, May 6, 2010 by oh6j3ome
Again, strong black hands pulled him to his feet in the new darknessAnd then
a single shaft of yellow appeared, roving swiftly in all directions; it was a powerful halogen
flashlight in the commando?s left handThe figure of a blood-drenched old man in a tan gabardine
suit lay curled up in the path, his throat slit
?Stop! In the name of almighty God, stop where you are!? came Fontaine?s voice from inside
the chapel, the open half door revealing the flickering light of the electric candlesThey approached
the entrance, automatic weapons leveled, prepared for continuous fire but not prepared for what
they sawBourne closed his eyes, the sight was too painfulOld Fontaine, like young Ishmael, was
sprawled over the lectern on the raised platform beneath the blown-out, stained-glass windows of
the left wall, his face running with blood where he had been slashed, and attached to his body were
thin cables that led to various black boxes on both sides of the chapel
?Go back!? screamed Fontaine?Run, you fools! I?m wired??
?Oh, Christ!?
?Mourn not for me, Monsieur le Cam?l?onI gladly join my woman! This world is too ugly
even for meIt is replica tiffany no longer amusingRun! The charge will go off?they are watching!?
?You, mon! Now!? roared the second commando, grabbing Jason?s jacket and racing him to the
wall, holding Bourne in his arms as they plummeted over the stone surface into the thick foliage
The explosion was massive, blinding and deafeningIt was as if this small corner of the small
island had been taken out by a heat-seeking nuclear missileFlames erupted into the night sky, but
the burning mass was quickly diffused in the still wind to fiery rubble
?The path!? shouted Jason, in a hoarse whisper, as he crawled to his feet in the sloping brush
?Get to the path!?
?You?re in bad condition, mon??
?I?ll take care of me, you take care of you!?
?I believe I?ve taken care of both of us
?So you?ve got a ****ing medal and I?ll add a lot of money to itNow, get us up to the path!?
Pulling, pushing, and finally with Bourne?s feet grinding like a machine out of control, the two
men reached the border of the path thirty feet behind the smoldering ruins of the chapelThey crept
into the weeds and within seconds the first commando found them?They?re in the south palms,?
he said rolex oyster perpetual date breathlessly?They wait until the smoke has cleared to see if anyone is alive, but they
cannot stay long
?You were there?? asked Jason?With them??
?No problem, mon, I told you, sir
?What?s happening? How many are there??
?There were four, sirI killed the man whose place I assumedHe was black, so it made no
matter in appearance with the darknessIt was quick and silent
?Who?s left??
? ?Serrat?s chief of narcotics, of course, and two others??
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?Describe them!?
?I could not see clearly, but one I think was another black man, tall and without much hairThe
third I could not see at all, for he?or she?was wearing strange clothes, with cloth over the head
like a woman?s sun hat or insect veil
?A woman??
?It is possible, sir? They?ve got to get out of there?he?s got to get out of there!?
?Very soon they will run to this path and race down to the beach, where they will hide in the
woods of the cove until a boat comes for themThey cannot go back to the
inn, for strangers are seen instantly, and even though we are far away and the steel band is loud, the
explosion was certainly heard by the guards cartier roadster posted outside
?Listen to me,? said Bourne, his voice hoarse, tense?One of those three people is the man I
want, and I want him for myself! So hold your fire because I?ll know him when I see himI don?t
give a damn about the others; they can be flushed out of that cove later
There was a sudden burst of gunfire from the tropical forest accompanied by screams from the
once floodlit corridor beyond the ruins of the chapelThen one after another the figures raced out of
the tangled brush into the pathThe first to be caught was the blond-haired police officer from
Montserrat, the waist-high invisible fishing line tripping him as he fell into the dirt, breaking the
thin, taut stringThe second man, slender, tall, dark-featured, with only a fringe of hair on his bald
head, was hard upon the first, pulling him to his feet, sight or instinct making the second killer
wield his automatic weapon in slashing arcs, cutting the impeding lines across the path to the ledge
that led down to the beachThe third figure appearedIt was a man, in the
robes of a monkThe Jackal!
Bourne rose to his feet and stumbled out of the brush into the path, the Uzi knock off chanel handbag china in his hands; the
victory was his, his freedom his, his family his! As the robed figure reached the top of the primitive
rock-hewn staircase, Jason pressed his trigger finger, holding it in place, the fusillade of bullets
exploding out of the automatic weapon
The monk arched in silhouette, then fell, his body tumbling, rolling, sprawling down the steps
carved out of volcanic rock, finally lurching over the edge and plummeting to the sand below
Bourne raced down the awkward, irregular stone staircase, the two commandos behind himHe
reached the beach, raced over to the corpse, and pulled the drenched hood away from the faceIn
horror, he looked at the black features of Samuel, the brother priest of Tranquility Isle, the Judas
who had sold his soul to the Jackal for thirty pieces of silver
Suddenly, in the distance, there was the roar of powerful dual engines as a huge speedboat
lurched out of a shadowed section of the cove and sped for a break in the reefsThe beam of a
searchlight shot out, firing the barriers of rock protruding above the choppy black water, its wash
illuminating the fluttering ensign of the government?s drug hermes birkin bag replica fleet
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