If it were true, the exercise on Tranquility Isle was child?s play Jason rose to his feet, gripped the top of the coastal wall, and slowly, painfully, his neck causing agony, pulled himself up over the ledge, again slowly, inch by inch, sending one arm after the other across the surface to grab the opposing edge for supportWhat he saw stunned him! Fontaine was immobile, his mouth gaped in shock, his wide eyes disbelieving, as another old man in a tan gabardine suit approached him and threw his arms around the aged hero of France Fontaine pushed the man away in panic and bewildermentThe words erupted out of the radio in Bourne?s pocket?Claude! Quelle secousse! Vous ?tes ici!? The ancient friend replied in a tremulous voice, speaking French?It is a privilege our monseigneur permitted meTo see for a final time my sister, and to give comfort to my friend, her husbandI am here and I am with you!? ?With me? He brought you here? But, of course, he cartier santos 100 xl men watch did!? ?I am to take you to himThe great man wishes to speak with you ?Do you know what you?re doing?what you?ve done?? ?I am with you, with herWhat else matters?? ?She?s dead! She took her own life last night! He intended to kill us both Shut off your radio! screamed Bourne in the silence of his thoughtsKill the radio! It was too lateThe left door of the chapel opened and the silhouetted figure of a man walked out into the Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 169 floodlit corridor of colored lightsHe was young, muscular and blond, with blunt features and rigid postureWas the Jackal training someone else to take his place? ?Come with me, please,? said the blond man, his French gentle but icily commanding?You,? he added, addressing the old man in the tan gabardine suitAt the slightest sound, fire your gun Jason watched helplessly as Fontaine was escorted through the door of the chapelFrom the pocket of his jacket there was an eruption of chanel j10 watch knock off static followed by a snap; the Frenchman?s radio had been found and destroyedYet something was wrong, off center, out of balance?or perhaps too symmetricalIt made no sense for Carlos to use the location of a failed trap a second time, no sense at all! The appearance of the brother of Fontaine?s wife was an exceptional move, worthy of the Jackal, a truly unexpected move within the swirling winds of confusion, but not this, not again Tranquility Inn?s superfluous chapelIt was too orderly, too repetitive, too obvious And therefore right? considered BourneWas it the illogical logic of the assassin who had eluded a hundred special branches of the international intelligence community for nearly thirty years? ?He wouldn?t do that?it?s crazy!? ?Oh, yes, he might because he knows we think it?s crazy Was the Jackal in the chapel or wasn?t he? If not, where was he? Where had he set his trap? The lethal chess game was not only supremely intricate, it was lady dior bag sublimely intimateOthers might die, but only one of them would liveIt was the only way it could endDeath to the seller of death or death to the challenger, one seeking the preservation of a legend, the other seeking the preservation of his family and himselfCarlos had the advantage; ultimately he would risk everything, for, as Fontaine revealed, he was a dying man and he did not careBourne had everything to live for, a middle-aged hunter whose life was indelibly marked, split in two by the death of a vaguely remembered wife and children long ago in far-off CambodiaIt could not, would not, happen again! Jason slid down off the coastal wall to the slanting precipice at its baseHe crawled forward to the two former commandos and whispered, ?They?ve taken Fontaine inside ?Where is the guard?? asked the man nearest Bourne, confusion and anger in his whisper?I myself placed him here with specific instructionsNo one was permitted insideHe was to be on see by chloe bag the radio the instant he saw anyone!? ?Then I?m afraid he didn?t see him ?Who?? ?A blond man who speaks French Both commandos whipped their heads toward each other, exchanging glances as the second guard instantly looked at Jason and spoke quietly?Describe him, please,? he said ?Medium height, large chest and shoulders?? ?Enough,? interrupted the first guard?Our man saw him, sirHe is third provost of the government police, an officer who speaks several languages and is chief of drug investigations ?But why is he here, mon?? the second commando asked his colleagueSaint Jay said the Crown police are not told everything, they are not part of usHe has Crown boats, six or seven, running back and forth with orders to stop anyone leaving TranquilityThey are drug boats, monSir Henry calls it a patrol exercise, so naturally the chief of investigations must be?? The lilting whisper of the West Indian trailed off in midsentence as he looked at his quilted chanel bag compa