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Maybe this is the nightmare that?s been visited...Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Maybe this is the nightmare that?s been visited upon you after twenty years of deceit ?What kind of crap is that? What the hell?? ?Don?t move!? ?I?m not!? Suddenly, in the distance, there was a loud reportA gunshot! Jason spun around then instinct commanded him to keep turning! All around! The massive general?s aide was lunging at him, his huge hands like battering rams grazing off Bourne?s shoulders as Delta One viciously lashed up his right foot, catching the sergeant?s kidney, embedding his shoe deep into the flesh while crashing the barrel of his automatic into the base of the man?s neckFlannagan lurched downward, splayed on the floor; Jason hammered his left foot into the sergeant?s head, stunning him into silence A silence that was broken by the continuous hysterical screams of a woman racing outside toward the open door of the cabinWithin seconds, General Norman Swayne?s wife burst into the room, recoiling at the sight in front of her, gripping the back of the nearest chair, unable to contain her panic ?He?s dead!? she gucci purse shrieked, collapsing, swerving the chair to her side as she fell to the floor reaching for her lover?He shot himself, Eddie! Oh, my God, he killed himself!? Jason Bourne rose from his crouched position and walked to the door of the strange cabin that held so many secretsCalmly, watching his two prisoners, he closed itThe woman wept, gasping, trembling, but they were tears not of sorrow but of fearThe sergeant blinked his eyes and raised his huge headIf any emotion could be defined in his expression, it was an admixture of fury and bewilderment Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 100 11 ?Don?t touch anything,? ordered Bourne as Flannagan and Rachel Swayne haltingly preceded him into the general?s photograph-lined studyAt the sight of the old soldier?s corpse arched back in the chair behind the desk, the ugly gun still in his outstretched hand, and the horror beyond left by the blowing away of the back of his skull, the wife convulsed, falling to her knees as if she might vomitant grabbed her arm, holding her off the floor, his eyes dazed, d

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