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7:40 PM, Monday, February 1, 2010
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You might as well have
picked a dozen others like us from a dozen other divisions, and I dare say the complaints would
have been the sameNothing new there??
?How dare you?? screamed Carlos the Jackal, the veins in his neck pronounced?Who are you
to say such things to me? I am the monseigneur from Paris, a true son of the Revolution!?
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?And I am a judge advocate in the Ministry of Legal Procedures, Comrade Monseigneur, and a
much younger product of that revolutionI may not know the heads of the KGB, who you claim are
your minions, but I know the penalties for taking the legal processes in our own hands and
personally?secretly?confronting our superiors rather than reporting directly to the Bureau of
IrregularitiesThey are penalties I?d rather not face without far more thorough evidentiary materials
than unsolicited dossiers from unknown sources, conceivably invented by discontented officials
below even our levelsFrankly, I don?t care to see them, for I will not be compromised by
gratuitous pretrial testimony that can be injurious to my position
?You are an insignificant lawyer!? roared the assassin in priest?s clothing, now louis vuitton replicas repeatedly
clenching his hands into fists, his eyes becoming bloodshot?You are all twisters of the truth! You
are sworn companions of the prevailing winds of convenience!?
?Nicely said,? said the attorney from Legal Procedures, smiling?Except, comrade, you stole the
phrase from the English Blackstone
?I will not tolerate your insufferable insolence!?
?You don?t have to, Comrade Priest, for I intend to leave, and my legal advice to all here in this
room is to do the same
?You dare??
?I certainly do,? replied the Soviet attorney, granting himself a moment of humor as he looked
around the gathering and grinned?I might have to prosecute myself, and I?m far too good at my
job
?The money!? shrieked the Jackal?I?ve sent you all thousands!?
?Where is it recorded?? asked the lawyer with an air of innocence?You, yourself, made sure it
was untraceablePaper bags in our mail slots, or in our office drawers?notes attached instructing
us to burn themWho among our citizens would admit to having placed them there? That way lies
the LubyankaGood-bye, Comrade Monseigneur,? said the attorney for the Ministry of Legal
Procedures, scraping his chair in place and starting for the door
One by one, as they had gucci replica arrived, the assembled group followed the lawyer, each looking back at
the strange man who had so exotically, so briefly, interrupted their tedious lives, all knowing
instinctively that in his path were disgrace and execution
Yet none was prepared for what followedThe killer in priest?s clothing suddenly snapped;
visceral bolts of lightning electrified his madnessHis dark eyes burned with a raging fire that
could be extinguished only by soul-satisfying violence?relentless, brutal, savage vengeance for all
the wrongs done to his pure purpose to kill the unbelievers! The Jackal swept away the dossiers
from the table and lurched down to the pile of newspapers; he grabbed the deadly automatic
weapon from beneath the scattered pages and roared, ?Stop! All of you!?
None did, and the outer regions of psychopathic energy became the order of the momentThe
killer squeezed the trigger repeatedly and men and women diedAmid screams from the shattered
bodies nearest the door, the assassin raced outside, leaping over the corpses, his assault rifle on
automatic fire, cutting down the figures in the street, screaming curses, condemning the unbelievers
to a hell only he could imagine
?Traitors! hermes birkin large Filth! Garbage!? screamed the crazed Jackal as he leaped over the dead bodies, racing
to the car he had commandeered from the Komitet and its inadequate surveillance unitThe night
had ended; the morning had begun
The Metropole?s telephone did not ring, it eruptedStartled, Alex Conklin snapped open his
eyes, instantly shaking the sleep from his head as he clawed for the strident instrument on the
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bedside table?Yes?? he announced, wondering briefly if he was speaking into the conically shaped
mouthpiece or into the receiver
?Aleksei, stay put! Admit no one into your rooms and have your weapons ready!?
?Krupkin? What the hell are you talking about
?A crazed dog is loose in Moscow
?Carlos??
?He?s gone completely madHe killed Rodchenko and butchered the two agents who were
following himA farmer found their bodies around four o?clock this morning?it seems the dogs
woke him up with their barking, downwind of the blood scents, I imagine
?Christ, he?s gone over the edgeBut why do you think??
?One of our agents was tortured before being killed,? broke in the KGB officer, fully
anticipating Alex?s question?He was our driver from the airport, a imitation rolex watch prot?g? of mine and the son of
a classmate I roomed with at the universityA fine young man from a rational family but not
trained for what he was put through
?You?re saying you think he may have told Carlos about us, aren?t you??
?YesThere?s more, howeverApproximately an hour ago in the Vavilova, eight people were
cut down by automatic fireThey were slaughtered; it was a massacreOne of the dying, a woman
with the Ministry of Information, a direktor, second class, and a television journalist, said the killer
was a priest from Paris who called himself the ?monseigneur ?
?Jesus!? exploded Conklin, whipping his legs over the edge of the bed, absently staring at the
stump of flesh where once there had been a foot
?So called and past tense,? said Krupkin?If you remember, I told you such recruits would
abandon him at the first sign of peril
?I?ll get Jason??
?Aleksei, listen to me!?
?What?? Conklin cupped the telephone under his chin as he reached down for the hollowed?
out prosthetic boot
?We?ve formed a tactical assault squad, men and women in civilian clothes?they?re being
given instructions now and will be there shortly
?But we have purposely not alerted the hotel staff or the vintage omega watches polic
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