He cradled
the animal?s unconscious body to the...
- Posted at 7:23 PM on Tuesday, February 9, 2010 by jiangjuanyan9819
He cradled
the animal?s unconscious body to the ground
Cut its throat! roared Jason Bourne in silence
No, countered his other self, David WebbBlame the trainer, not the animal
Get away from me, David!
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The cacophony spun out of control as the crowds swelled through the amusement park in the
countryside on the outskirts of BaltimoreThe summer night was hot, and nearly everywhere faces
and necks were drenched with sweat, except for those screaming as they plunged over the crests of
a roller coaster, or shrieking as they plummeted down the narrow, twisting gullies of racing water
in torpedo sledsThe garishly colored, manically blinking lights along the midway were joined by
the grating sounds of emphatic music metallically erupting out of an excess of loudspeakers?
calliopes presto, marches prestissimoPitchmen yelled above the din, nasally hawking their wares
in monotonic harangues while erratic explosions in the sky lit up the darkness, sending sprays of
myriad fireworks cascading over a small adjacent black lakeRoman candles bright, arcing bursts
of fire blinding
A row of Hit-the-Gong machines drew contorted faces and thick necks bulging with veins as
men sought furiously and frequently in frustration to prove their manhood, crashing heavy wooden
mallets down on the deceitful planks that too often refused to send the little red balls up to the bells
Across the way, others shrieked with menacing gucci handbags cheap enthusiasm as they crashed their Dodge ?Em carts
into the whirling, surrounding vehicles, each collision a triumph of superior aggression, each
combatant a momentary movie star who overcomes all odds against himCorral
at 9:27 in the evening in a conflict that meant nothing
Farther along was a minor monument to sudden death, a shooting gallery that bore little
resemblance to the innocent minimum-caliber variety found in state fairs and rural carnivals
Instead, it was a microcosm of the most lethal equipment of modern weaponryThere were
mocked-up versions of MAC-10 and Uzi machine pistols, steel-framed missile launchers and
antitank bazookas, and, finally, a frightening replica of a flamethrower spewing out harsh, straight
beams of light through billowing clouds of dark smokeAnd again there were the perspiring faces,
continuous beads of sweat rolling over maniacal eyes and down across stretched necks?husbands,
wives and children?their features grotesque, twisted out of shape as if each were blasting away at
hated enemies?wives, husbands, parents and offspringAll were locked in a never-ending war
without meaning?at 9:29 in the evening, in an amusement park whose theme was violence
Unmitigated and unwarranted, man against himself and all his hostilities, the worst, of course,
being his fears
A slender figure, a cane gripped in his right hand, limped past a booth where angry, excited
customers were hurling sharp-pointed darts into balloons on chanel j10 watch knock off which were stenciled the faces of
public figuresAs the rubber heads exploded the bursts gave rise to fierce arguments for and
against the sagging, pinched remnants of political icons and their dart-wielding executionersThe
limping man continued down the midway, peering ahead through the maze of strollers as if he were
looking for a specific location in a hectic, crowded, unfamiliar part of townHe was dressed
casually but neatly in a jacket and sport shirt as though the oppressive heat had no effect on him
and the jacket was somehow a requirementHis face was the pleasant face of a middle-aged man,
but worn with premature lines and deep shadows under the eyes, all of which was the result more
of the life he had led than of the accumulated yearsHis name was Alexander Conklin, and he was
a retired covert operations officer in the Central Intelligence AgencyHe was also at this moment
apprehensive and consumed with anxietyHe did not wish to be in this place at this hour, and he
could not imagine what catastrophic event had taken place that forced him to be there
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He approached the pandemonium of the shooting gallery and suddenly gasped, stopping all
movement, his eyes locked on a tall, balding man about his own age with a seersucker jacket slung
over his shoulderMorris Panov was walking toward the thunderous counter of the shooting gallery
from the opposite direction! Why? What had happened? Conklin cheap chanel bags snapped his head around in every
direction, his eyes darting toward faces and bodies, instinctively knowing that he and the
psychiatrist were being watchedIt was too late to stop Panov from entering the inner circle of the
meeting ground but perhaps not too late to get them both out! The retired intelligence officer
reached under his jacket for the small Beretta automatic that was his constant companion, and
lurched rapidly forward, limping and flailing his cane against the crowd, smashing kneecaps and
prodding stomachs and breasts and kidneys until the stunned, angry strollers erupted in successive
cries of shock, a near riot in the makingHe then rushed forward, slamming his frail body into the
bewildered doctor and shouting into Panov?s face through the roars of the crowd, ?What the hell
are you doing here??
?The same thing I assume you areDavid, or should I say Jason? That?s what the telegram said
?It?s a trap!?
There was a piercing scream overriding the surrounding meleeBoth Conklin and Panov
instantly looked over at the shooting gallery only yards awayAn obese woman with a pinched face
had been shot in the throatThe crowd went into a frenzyConklin spun around trying to see where
the shot came from, but the panic was at full pitch; he saw nothing but rushing figuresHe grabbed
Panov and propelled him through the screaming, frantic bodies across the midway and again
through the strolling crowds to the base of the massive roller coaster at hermes birkin large the end of the park, where
excited customers were edging toward the booth through the deafening noise
?My God!? yelled Panov?Was that meant for one of us??
?Maybe maybe not,? replied the former intelligence officer breathlessly as sirens and whistles
were heard in the distance
?You said it was a trap!?
?Because we both got a crazy telegram from David using a name he hasn?t used in five years?
Jason Bourne! And if I?m not mistaken, your message also said that under no condition should we
call his houseYou move better than I do, Mo, so move those legs of yoursGet out of here?run
like a son of a bitch and find a telephoneA pay phone, nothing traceable!?
?What??
?Call his house! Tell David to pack up Marie and the kids and get out of there!?
?What??
?Someone found us, Doctor! Someone looking for Jason Bourne?who?s been looking for him
for years and won?t stop until he?s got him in his gun sightYou were in charge of David?s
messed-up head, and I pulled every rotten string in Washington to get him and Marie out of Hong
Kong aliveThe rules were broken and we were found, MoYou and me! The only officially
recorded connections to Jason Bourne, address and occupation unknown
?Do you know what you?re saying, Alex??
?You?re goddamned right I doGet out of here, DoctorReach
your former patient and tell him to disappear!?
?Then what?s he to do??
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