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• Tuesday, March 9, 2010 - The lone clerk picked it up?Oui?? He listened for...
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The lone clerk picked it up?Oui?? He listened for no more than five seconds?Merci,? he said,
hanging up and addressing the four interested parties in FrenchThe plane
from Poitiers will be on the ground in approximately four minutesThe pilot requests that you be
ready, madame, as he would like to fly ahead of the weather front moving east
?So would I,? agreed Marie, rushing to Alex Conklin and Mo PanovThe farewells were brief,
the embraces strong, the words heartfeltBourne led his wife back outside?I just remembered?
where are Krupkin?s guards?? she asked as Jason unlatched the gate and they walked toward the
lighted runway
?We don?t need them or want them,? he answered?The Soviet connection was made in the
Montaigne, so we have to assume the embassy?s being watchedNo guards rushing out into cars,
therefore no movement on our part for Carlos?s people to report The sound of a small decelerating jet could be heard as the plane circled the airfield
once and made its descent rolex oyster perpetual date onto the four-thousand-foot runway?I love you so much, David,? said
Marie, raising her voice to be heard over the roar of the aircraft, rolling toward them
?He loves you so much,? said Bourne, images colliding in his mind
The jet loomed clearly into view between the rows of amber lights, a white bullet-like machine
with short delta wings sweeping back from the fuselage, giving it the appearance of an angry flying
insectThe pilot swung the plane around in a circle, coming to a jarring stop as the automatic
passenger door sprang out and up while metal steps slapped down to the groundJason and Marie
ran toward the jet?s entrance
It happened with the sudden impact of a murderous wind shear, at once unstoppable, enveloping,
the swirling winds of death! GunfireAutomatic weapons?two of them; one nearby, one farther
away?shattering windows, ripping into wood, a piercing screech of pain erupting from the
terminal, announcing a mortal hit
With both hands Bourne gripped Marie by the waist, omega watch replica heaving her up and propelling her into the
plane as he shouted to the pilot?Shut the door and get out of here!?
?Mon Dieu!? cried the man from the open flight deck?Allez-vous-en!? he roared, ordering
Jason away from the spring-hinged door and the metal steps, gunning the jet?s engine as the plane
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lurched forwardJason plunged to the ground and raised his eyesMarie?s face was pressed against
the window; she was screaming hystericallyThe plane thundered down the runway; it was freeHe was caught in the wash of the amber lights, the glowing rows a cyclorama
of yellowish orangeNo matter where he stood or knelt or crouched he was in silhouetteSo he
pulled out the automatic from his belt?the weapon, he reflected, given to him by Bernardine?and
began slithering, snaking his way across the asphalt toward the bordering grass outside the fencedgate
area
The gunfire erupted again, but now they were three scattered single shots from within chanel jewellery the
terminal, where the lights had been extinguishedThey had to have come from Conklin?s gun, or
possibly the clerk?s if he had a weapon; Panov did notThen who had been hit? No time! A
shattering fusillade burst out of the nearest automatic rifle; it was steady, prolonged and deadly,
spraying the side of the small building and the gate area
Then the second automatic weapon commenced firing; from the sound it was on the opposite
side of the terminal?s waiting roomMoments later there were two single shots, the last one
accompanied by a scream again on the other side of the building
?I?ve been hit!? The voice was the cry of a man in pain on the other side of the buildingThe
automatic rifle! Jason slowly rose to a low crouch in the grass and peered into the darknessA
fragment of blacker darkness movedHe 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 hermes birkin large 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 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 dior messanger bag grou |
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