He raised his automatic and fired into the moving mass, getting to his feet and racing across the gate area, turning and squeezing the trigger until he was both out of bullets and out of sight on the east side of the building, where the runway ended and the amber lights stoppedHe crawled cautiously to the section of the waist-high fence that paralleled the corner of the small terminalThe grayish-white gravel of the parking area was a gratifying sight; he was able to make out the figure of a man writhing on the stonesThe figure gripped a weapon in his hands, then pushing it into the gravel, raised himself to a half-sitting position ?Cugino!? he screamed?Help me!? His answer was another burst of gunfire from the west side of the building, diagonally to the right of the wounded man?Holy Christ!? he shrieked?I?m hit bad!? Again the reply was yet another fusillade from the automatic rifle, these rounds simultaneous with crashing glassThe replica tiffany killer on the west side of the building had smashed the windows and was blowing apart everything inside Bourne dropped the useless automatic and grabbed the top of the fence, vaulting over it, his left leg landing in agony on the groundWhat?s happened to me? Why do I hurt? Goddamn it! He limped to the wood-framed corner of the building and edged his face to the open space beyondThe figure on the gravel fell back, unable to support himself on the automatic rifleJason felt the ground, found a large rock, and threw it with all his strength beyond the wounded manIt crashed, bouncing into the gravel, for an instant like the sound of approaching footstepsThe killer spastically rose and spun his body to the rear, gripping his weapon, which twice fell out of his grasp Now! Bourne raced across the stones of the parking lot and lunged off his feet down into the man with the gunHe tore the weapon from the killer?s grip and crashed the metal louis vuitton purses stock into his skullThe short, slender man went limpAnd, again, suddenly, there was another crescendo of gunfire from the west exterior of the terminal building, again accompanied by the shattering of glassThe first and nearer killer was narrowing down his targetsHe had to be stopped! thought Jason, his breath gone, every muscle in his body in painWhere was the man from yesterday? Where was Delta from Medusa? The Chameleon from Treadstone Seventy-one? Where was that man? Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 357 Bourne grabbed the MAC-10 submachine gun from the unconscious figure on the gravel and raced toward the side door of the terminal?Let me in! I?ve got the weapon!? The door crashed open?My God, you?re alive!? shouted Conklin in the darkness of the shadows as Jason ran inside?Mo?s in bad shape?he was shot in the chestThe clerk?s dead and we can?t raise the tower out on the fieldThey must have reached it first Alex slammed the lady dior bag door shut?Get down on the floor!? A fusillade raked the wallsBourne got to his knees and fired back, then threw himself down beside Conklin ?What happened?? cried Jason, breathless, his voice strained, the sweat dripping down his face and stinging his eyes ?The Jackal happened ?How did he do it?? ?He fooled us allYou, me, Krupkin and Lavier?worst of all, meHe sent the word out that he?d be away, no explanation even with you here in Paris, just that he?d be gone for a whileWe thought the trap had worked; everything pointed to MoscowHe sucked us into his own trapOh, Christ, did he suck us in! I should have known better, I should have seen through it! It was too cleanOh, God, I?m sorry!? ?That?s him out there, isn?t it? He wants the kill all to himself?nothing else matters to him Suddenly a flashlight, its powerful beam blinding, was thrown through a shattered window Instantly, Bourne raised the MAC-10 and blew the shiny metal tube tiffany jewelry imitation away, extinguishing the light The damage, however, had been done; their bodies had been seen ?Over here!? screamed Alex, grabbing Jason and diving behind the counter as a murderous barrage came from the blurred silhouette in the windowIt stopped; there was the crack of a bolt ?He has to reload!? whispered Bourne, with the break in the fire?Stay here!? Jason stood up and raced to the gate doors, crashing through them, his weapon gripped in his right hand, his body prone, tense, prepared to kill?if the years would permit itThey had to permit it! He crawled through the gate he had opened for Marie and spun on the ground to his right, scrambling along the fenceHe was Delta?of Saigon?s Medusa he could do it! There was no friendly jungle now, but there was everything he could use?Delta could use?the darkness, the intermittent blocks of shadows from the myriad clouds intercepting the moonlightUse everything! It was what you were trained to do fake chanel handbag