Monday, May 3, 2010 - ?Will you two shut up and get out of here??
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?Will you two shut up and get out of here??
They waited in Krupkin?s armor-plated Citro?n on the edge of an overgrown field a hundred feet
behind the old man?s car, the front of the restaurant in clear sightTo Bourne?s annoyance, Conklin
and the KGB officer reminisced like two aging professionals dissecting each other?s strategies in
past intelligence operations, pointing out the deficiencies each held to be with the other?sThe
Soviet backup was a nondescript sedan on the far shoulder of the road diagonally across from the
restaurantTwo armed men were ready to leap out, their automatic weapons prepared to fire
Suddenly, a Renault station wagon pulled up to the curb in front of the innThree couples were
inside; all but the driver got out, all laughing, playfully entwining their armsThey walked with
abandon toward the entrance as their companion drove the car into the small side parking lot
?Stop them,? said Jason?They could audra louis vuitton bag be killed
?Yes, they could be, MrBourne, but if we stop them we will lose the Jackal
Jason stared at the Russian, unable to speak, the harsh winds of anger and confusion clouding
his thoughtsHe started to utter a protest but could not do so; the words would not comeThen it
was too late for wordsA dark brown van shot up the road from the highway to Paris and Bourne
found his voice
?It?s the one from the boulevard Lefebvre, the one that got away!?
?The one from where?? asked Conklin
?There was trouble on Lefebvre several days ago,? said Krupkin?An automobile or a truck was
blown upDo you refer to that??
?It was a trapA van, then a limo, and a double for Carlos?a trapThat?s the second
one; it raced out of a dark side street, I think, and tried to cut us down with firepower
?Us?? Alex watched Jason; he saw the undisguised fury in the Chameleon?s eyes, the tight, rigid
set of his mouth, the slow spreading and contraction of his tiffany and co. jewelry strong fingers
?Bernardine and me,? whispered Bourne in reply, suddenly raising his voice?I want a weapon,?
he cried?The gun in my pocket isn?t a goddamned weapon!?
The driver was Krupkin?s powerfully built Soviet aide Sergei; he reached across his seat and
pulled up a Russian AK-47He held it over his shoulder as Jason grabbed it
A dark brown limousine, its tires skidding on the backcountry road, screamed to a stop in front
of the faded, worn canopy; and like trained commandos, two men leaped out of the side door, their
faces encased in stocking masks, their hands holding automatic weaponsThey raced to the
entrance, each spinning his body to either side of the double doorsA third man emerged from the
squared vehicle, a balding man in a priest?s black clothingWith a gesture of his weapon, the two
assault troops spun back toward the doors, their hands on the thick brass knobsThe driver of the
van gunned his engine in place?It?s cartier pasha oro chrono him! It?s Carlos!?
?No!? roared KrupkinIt?s our trap now, and he must be trapped?inside
?For Christ?s sake, there are people in there!? countered Jason
?All wars have casualties, MrBourne, and in case you don?t realize it, this is warYours is far more personal than mine, incidentally
Suddenly, there was an earsplitting scream of vengeance from the Jackal as the double doors
were crashed back and the terrorists rushed inside, their weapons on automatic fire
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?Now!? cried Sergei, the ignition started, the accelerator on the floorThe Citro?n swung out on
the road, rushing toward the van, but in a split half second its progress was derailedA massive
explosion took place on the rightThe old man and the nondescript gray car in which he sat was
blown apart, sending the Citro?n swerving to the left into the ancient post-and-rail fence that
bordered the sunken parking lot on the side of the louis vuitton shoulder bag innThe instant it happened the Jackal?s dark
brown van, instead of racing forward, lurched backward, jerking to a halt as the driver jumped out
of the cab, concealing himself behind it; he had spotted the Soviet backupAs the two Russians ran
toward the restaurant the Jackal?s driver killed one with a burst from his weaponThe other threw
himself into the bordering, sloping grass, watching helplessly as Carlos?s driver shot out the tires
and the windows of the Soviet vehicle
?Get out!? yelled Sergei, pulling Bourne from the seat onto the dirt by the fence, as his stunned
superior and Alex Conklin crawled out behind him
?Let?s go!? cried Jason, gripping the AK-47 and getting to his feet?That son of a bitch blew up
the car by remote
?I?ll go first!? said the Soviet
?Why??
?Frankly, I?m younger and stronger??
?Shut up!? Bourne raced ahead, zigzagging to draw fire, then plummeting to the ground when it
came from the driver of Carlos?s prada made in china v
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