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?Yes! Everyone on the senior staff can, it?s part of the job!?
?The iron gates you told me about??
?Of course
?Where are the mechanisms??
?The guardhouse
?Get in there!? yelled Bourne, taking one of the three remaining flares out of his field jacket
pocket and handing it to Benjamin?I?ve got two more of these and two other grenadesWhen
you see one of my flares go over the crowd, lower those gates on this side?only this side,
understood??
?What for??
?My rules, Ben! Do it! Then ignite this flare and throw it out the window so I?ll know it?s done
?Then what??
?Something you may not want to do, but you have toTake the ?forty-seven? from the
colonel?s body and force the crowd, shoot it back into the streetRapid fire into the ground in front
of them?or above them?do whatever you have to do, even if it means wounding a fewWhatever
the cost, it must be doneI have to find him, isolate him, above all, cut him off from everyone else
trying to get out
?You?re a goddamned maniac,? broke in Benjamin, the veins pronounced in his forehead?I
could kill ?a few??more than a few! You?re crazy!?
?At this moment I?m the most rational man you?ve ever met,? interrupted Jason harshly, rapidly,
as the panicked residents of Novgorod kept rushing by?There?s not a sane general in the Soviet
army?the same army that retook louis vuitton messenger bag Stalingrad?who wouldn?t agree with meIt?s called the
?calculated estimate of losses,? and there?s a very good reason for that lousy verbiageIt simply
means you?re paying a lot less for what you?re getting now than you?d pay later
?You?re asking too much! These people are my comrades, my friends; they?re RussiansWould
you fire into a crowd of Americans? One recoil of my hands?an inch, two inches with a ?fortyseven??
and I could maim or kill half a dozen people! The risk?s too great!?
?You don?t have a choiceIf the Jackal gets by me?and I?ll know it if he does?I?ll throw in a
grenade and kill twenty
?You son of a bitch!?
?Believe it, BenWhere Carlos is concerned I?m a son of a bitchI can?t afford him any longer,
the world can?t afford himMove!?
The trainer named Benjamin spat in Bourne?s face, then turned and began fighting his way to the
guardhouse and the unseen corpse of the colonel beyondAlmost unconsciously Jason wiped his
face with the back of his hand, his concentration solely on the fenced parking area, his eyes darting
from one pocket of shadows to another, trying to center in on the origins of the automatic gunfire,
yet knowing it was pointless; the Jackal had changed position by thenHe counted the other
vehicles in addition to the fuel truck; there were nine parked by the fence?two station most wanted chloe bag wagons,
four sedans and three suburban vans, all American-made or simulated as suchCarlos was
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concealed beyond one of them or possibly the fuel truck, the last unlikely as it was the farthest
away from the open gate in the fence that permitted access to the guardhouse and thus to the tunnel
Jason crouched and crawled forward; he reached the waist-high fence, the pandemonium behind
him continuous, deafeningEvery muscle and joint in his legs and arms pounded with pain; cramps
were developing everywhere, everywhere! Don?t think about them, don?t acknowledge them
You?re too close, David! Keep goingJason Bourne knows what to doTrust him!
Aaughh! He spun his body over the fence; the handle of his sheathed bayonet embedded itself in
his kidneyThere is no pain! You?re too close, David?JasonListen to Jason!
The searchlights?someone had pressed something and they went crazy, spinning around in
circles, abrupt, blinding, out of control! Where would Carlos go? Where could he hide? The beams
were erratically piercing everywhere! Then, from an opening that he could not see from across the
fenced-in area, two police cars raced inside, their sirens blaringUniformed men leaped out from
every door, and contrary to anything he expected to see, each scrambled to the borders of the replica miu miu fence,
behind the cars and the vans, one after another dashing from one vehicle to another to the open gate
that led to the guardhouse and the tunnel
There was a break in space, in timeIn men! The last four escapees from the second car were
suddenly three?and only moments later did the fourth appear-but he was not the same?the
uniform was not the same! There were specks of orange and red, and the visored officer?s cap was
laced with gold ribbing, the visor itself too prominent for the American army, the crown of the cap
too pointedAnd, suddenly, Bourne understoodFragments of his memories
spiraled back years to Madrid or Casavieja, when he was tracing the Jackal?s contracts with the
FalangistsIt was a Spanish uniform! That was it! Carlos had infiltrated through the Spanish
compound, and as his Russian was fluent, he was using the high-ranking uniform to make his
escape from Novgorod
Jason lurched to his feet, his automatic drawn, and ran across the graveled lot, his left hand
reaching into his field jacket pocket for his second-to-last flareHe pulled the release and hurled the
fired stalk above the cars, beyond the fenceBenjamin would not see it from the guardhouse and
mistake it for the signal to close the gates of the tunnel; that signal would come shortly?in
seconds, perhaps?but at the moment it was premature, chanel jewelry for sale again perhaps by seconds
?Eto srochno!? roared one of the escaping men, spinning around and panicked at the sight of the
hissing, blinding flare
?Skoryeye!? shouted another, passing three companions and racing toward the open section of
the fenceAs the whirling searchlights continued their maniacal spinning, Bourne counted the
seven figures as one by one they dashed away from the last car and passed through the opening,
joining the excited crowds at the mouth of the tunnelThe eighth man did not appear; the highranking
Spanish uniform was nowhere in sightThe Jackal was trapped!
Now! Jason whipped out his last flare, yanked the release, and threw it with all his strength over
the stream of rushing men and women at the guardhouseDo it, Ben! he screamed in silence as he
removed the next-to-last grenade from the pocket of his field jacketDo it now!
As if in answer to his fevered plea, a thunderous roar came from the tunnel, round after round of
hysterical protestations punctuated by screams and shrieks and wailing chaosTwo rapid, deafening
bursts of automatic gunfire preceded unintelligible commands over the speakers, shouted in
RussianAnother burst and the same voice continued, louder, even more authoritative, as the
crowd momentarily but perceptibly quieted down, only to suddenly resume screaming at cartier watch fake full
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