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?What the hell does that mean??
?He may be legit, but he?s also been frightened and not by the premises
?What does that mean??
?It?s all over his face, manHe could enter in false numbers if he thinks he?s being followed or
watched
?You?ve lost me, buddy
?He has to duplicate the digits that correspond to the remote so the beeps can be relayed??
?Forget it,? said the voice from the back of the collar?That high-tech I?m notBesides, we got a
man down at that company, Reco-something-or-other, now
?Then I?ve got work to doOut, but keep me monitored The agent rose from the pavement and
unsteadily made his way into the dilapidated buildingThe telephone repairman had reached the
second floor, where he turned right in the narrow, filthy corridor; he had obviously been there
before, as there was no hesitation, no tiffany necklace checking the barely legible numbers on the doorsThings
were going to be a little easier, considered the CIA man, grateful because his assignment was
beyond the purview of the AgencyPurview, ****, it was illegal
The agent took the steps three at a time, his soft double-soled rubber shoes reducing the noise to
the inevitable creaks of an old staircaseHis back against the wall, he peered around the corner of
the trash-filled hallway and watched the repairman insert three separate keys into three vertical
locks, turning each in succession and entering the last door on the leftThings, reconsidered the
agent, might not be so easy after allThe instant the man closed the door, he ran silently down the
corridor and stood motionless, listeningNot wonderful, but not the worst, he thought as he heard
the sound of only one lock coco chanel jewelry being latched; the repairman was in a hurryHe placed his ear against
the peeling paint of the door and held his breath, no echo from his lungs disturbing his hearing
Thirty seconds later he turned his head, exhaled, then took a deep breath and went back to the door
Although muffled, he heard the words clearly enough to piece together the meaning
?Central, this is Mike up on a Hundred Thirty-eighth Street, section twelve, machine sixteenIs
there another unit in this building, which I wouldn?t believe if you said there was The following
silence lasted perhaps twenty additional secondsWe don?t, huh? Well, we got a frequency
interference and it don?t make no sense to meThe what? Cable TV? Ain?t no one in this
neighborhood got the bread for thatOh, I gotcha, brotherThe drug boys live high,
don?t they? Their addresses may be chanel 5 ladies handbag ****, but inside them homes they got theyselves a pile of fancy
crapSo clear the line and reroute itI?ll stay here until I get a clean signal, okay, brother??
The agent again turned away from the door and again breathed, now in reliefHe could leave
without a confrontation; he had all he neededOne Hundred Thirty-eighth Street, section twelve,
machine sixteen, and they knew the firm that installed the equipmentThe Reco-Metropolitan
Company, Sheridan Square, New YorkThe lily-whites could handle it from thereHe walked back
to the questionable staircase and lifted the collar of his army-surplus shirt?In case I get run over
by a truck, here?s the inputAre you reading me??
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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?Loud and clear, Emperor Jones
?It?s machine sixteen in what they call section twelve
?Got it! You?ve omega constellation lady watch earned your paycheck
?You might at least say, ?Outstanding, old chap ?
?Hey, you?re the guy who went to college over there, not me
?Some of us are overachieversHold it! I?ve got company!?
Below on the bottom of the staircase a small compact black man appeared, his dark eyes
bulging, staring up at the agent, a gun in his handThe CIA man spun behind the edge of the wall
as four successive gunshots shattered the corridorLunging across the open space, his revolver
ripped from its holster, the agent fired twice, but once was enoughHis assailant fell to the floor of
the soiled lobby
?I caught a ricochet in my leg!? cried the agent?But he?s down?deep dead or not I can?t tell
Sweep up the vehicle and get us both outStay put!?
It was shortly past eight o?clock the next morning when Alex Conklin limped into Peter
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