?This is Alex,? said the recorded voice over the line?I?ll be away for a while, visiting a place
where a grave error was madeCall me in five or six hoursIt?s now nine-thirty in the morning,
Eastern Standard Time
Stunned, his mind spinning, Bourne hung up the phone and stared at Marie?Something?s
happened and I have to make sense out of itHis last words were??Out, Juneau ?
?Juneau?? Marie squinted, her eyes blocking out the light, then she opened them and looked at
her husband?Alpha, Bravo, Charlie,? she began softly, adding, ?Alternating military alphabets??
Then she spoke rapidlyIndia, Juneau! Juneau?s for J and J is for Jason! What
was the rest??
?He?s visiting someplace??
?Come on, let?s walk,? she broke in, noticing the curious gucci men bag faces of two men waiting to use the
phone; she grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the booth?He couldn?t be clearer?? she
asked as they entered the flow of the crowdswhere a grave error was made ?
?The what??
?He said to call him in five or six hours?he was visiting a place where a grave error?grave??
my God, it?s Rambouillet!?
?The cemetery ??
?Where he tried to kill me thirteen years agoThat?s it! Rambouillet!?
?Not in five or six hours,? objected Marie?No matter when he left the message he couldn?t fly
to Paris and then drive to Rambouillet in five hours
?Of course he could; we?ve both done it beforeAn army jet out of Andrews Air Force Base
under diplomatic cover to ParisPeter Holland threw him out, but he gave him a going gucci twirl watch away
presentImmediate separation, but a bonus for bringing him Medusa Bourne suddenly whipped
his wrist up and looked at his watch?It?s still only around noon in the islandsLet?s find another
phone
?Johnny? Tranquility? You really think??
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?I can?t stop thinking!? interrupted Jason, rushing ahead, holding Marie?s hand as she
stumblingly kept up with him?Glace,? he said, looking up to his right
?Ice cream??
?There?s a phone inside, over there,? he answered, slowing them both down and approaching the
huge windows of a patisserie that had a red banner over its door announcing an ice cream counter
with several dozen flavors?Get me a vanilla,? he said, ushering them both into the crowded chloe black chloe black store
?Vanilla what??
?Whatever
?You won?t be able to hear??
?He?ll hear me, that?s all that mattersTake your time, give me time Bourne crossed to the
phone, instantly understanding why it was not used; the noise of the store was nearly unbearable
?Mademoiselle, s?il vous pla?t, c?est urgent!? Three minutes later, holding his palm against his left
ear, Jason had the unexpected comfort of hearing Tranquility Inn?s most irritating employee over
the phonePritchard, Tranquility Inn?s associate managerMy switchboard informs me that
you have an emergency, sirMay I inquire as to the nature of your??
?You can shut up!? shouted Jason from the cacophonous ice cream parlor in Corbeil-Essonnes
in FranceJay on the phone, nowThis is his brother-in-law
?Oh, fendi b bag it is such a pleasure to hear from you, sir! Much has happened since you leftYour lovely
children are with us and the handsome young boy plays on the beach?with me, sir?and all is??
?MrNow!?
?Of course, sir
?Johnny??
?David, where are you??
?That doesn?t matterTake the kids and MrsCooper and get out!?
?We know all about it, DaveAlex Conklin called several hours ago and said somebody named
Holland would reach usI gather he?s the chief honcho of your intelligence serviceDid he??
?Yeah, about twenty minutes after I talked to AlexHe told us we were being choppered out
around two o?clock this afternoonHe needed the time to clear a military aircraft in here
Cooper was my idea; your backward son says he doesn?t know how to change diapers, gucci backpacks s

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?Oh, I can go one betterFor size, try on the chairman of the Joint Chiefs
?Christ, what is it? Some kind of cabal??
?That?s so academic, DrNow try collusion, down deep and elusive and after all these
years still breathing, still aliveThey?re in contact with each other in high placesWhy??
?What?s the purpose? The objective??
?I just said that, asked that, really
?There has to be a reason!?
?Try motiveI just said that, too, and it may be as simple as hiding past sinsIsn?t that what we
were looking for? A collection of former Medusans who?d run to the hills at the thought of the past
coming to light??
?Then that?s it
?No, it?s not, and this is Saint Alex?s instincts searching for wordsTheir big chanel reactions were too
immediate, too visceral, too loaded with today, not twenty years agoSomething?s different from what we expected, and I?m goddamned sick of
making mistakesBut this isn?t a mistakeYou said this morning that it could be a net work, and
I thought you were way the hell off baseI thought that maybe we?d find a few high profiles who
didn?t want to be publicly drawn and quartered for things they did twenty years ago, or who
legitimately didn?t want to embarrass the government, and we could use them, force them in their
collective fear to do things and say things we told them to doBut this is differentIt?s today, and I
can?t figure it outIt?s more than fear, it?s panic; they?re frightened out of their mindsWe?ve
bumbled and stumbled gucci backpack onto something, MrBourne, and in your rich friend Cactus?s old-time
minstrel-show language, ?In the focus, it could be bigger than bo?fus
?In my considered opinion there?s, nothing bigger than the Jackal! Not for meThe rest can go
to hell
?I?m on your side and I?ll go to the wall shouting itI just wanted you to know my thoughts
Except for a brief and pretty rotten interlude, we never kept anything from each other, David
?I prefer Jason these days
?Yes, I know,? interrupted Conklin?I hate it but I understand
?Do you??
?Yes,? said Alex softly, nodding as he closed his eyes?I?d do anything to change it but I can?tIn that serpentine mind of yours?Cactus?s description, incidentally?
conjure up the worst scenario you can think of and shove those cartier pasha watch bastards against another wall, one
they can?t get away from unscathed unless they follow your instructions down to the letterThose
orders will be to stay quiet and wait for you to call and tell them who to reach and what to say
Conklin looked over at his damaged friend with guilt and concern?There may be a scenario in
place that I can?t match,? said Alex quietly?I won?t make another mistake, not in that areaI need
more than what I?ve got
Bourne clasped his hands, flesh angrily grinding flesh in frustrationHe stared at the scattered
printouts in front of him, frowning, wincing, his jaw pulsatingIn seconds a sudden passivity came
over him; he sat back on the couch and spoke as quietly as Conklin?All right, you?ll get itI?ll need names, residences, tiffany heart tag necklace schedules and methods of security, favorite
restaurants and bad habits, if any are knownTell your boys to go to workAll night, if
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?What the hell do you think you?re going to do?? shouted Conklin, his frail body lurching
forward in the armchair?Storm their houses? Stick needles in their asses between the appetizer and
the entr?e??
?I hadn?t thought of the last option,? replied Jason, smiling grimly?You?ve really got a terrific
imagination
?And you?re a madman! I?m sorry, I didn?t mean that??
?Why not?? broke in Bourne gently?I?m not lecturing on the rise of the Manchu and the Ching
dynastyConsidering the accepted state of my mind and memory, the allusion to mental health vintage hermes isn?t
inappropriat

?Give the soul to Ian?gently, please
Ian would be the perfect assistantWhen I was gone, who else would take such care with my
little relatives?
Doc passed the soul into Ian's waiting hand, then turned at once to heal the human body
Ian stared at the silver ribbon in his hand, his face full of wonder rather than revulsionIt felt
warmer inside my chest while I watched his reaction
?It's pretty,? he whispered, surprisedNo matter how he felt about me, he'd been conditioned to
expect a parasite, a centipede, a monsterCleaning up severed bodies had not prepared him for
the beauty hereLet it slide into your tank
Ian held the soul cupped in his hand for one more second, as if memorizing the sight and quilted chanel purse feel
Then, with delicate care, he let it glide into the cold
Jared showed him how to latch the lid
A weight fell off my shouldersIt was too late to change my mindThis didn't feel as horrible as I'd anticipated,
because I felt sure these four humans would care for the souls just as I would
?Look out!? Jeb suddenly shoutedThe gun came up in his hands, pointed past us
We whirled toward the danger, and Jared's tank fell to the floor as he jumped toward the male
Healer, who was on his knees on the cot, staring at us in shockIan had the presence of mind to
hold on to his tank
?Chloroform,? Jared shouted as he tackled the Healer, pinning him back down to the cot
The Healer stared straight at me, his face childlike in his quilted chanel bag bewildermentI knew why his eyes
were on me?the lantern's rays danced off both his eyes and mine, making diamond patterns on
the wall
Then his face went blank, and his body slumped, unresisting, to the cotTwo trails of blood
flowed from his nostrils
?No!?I screamed, lurching to his inert form, knowing it was far too late?No!?
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Forgotten
Elizabeth?? I asked?Anne? Karen? What's your name? C'mon
The Healer's body was still limp on the cotIt had been a long time?how long, I wasn't sureI hadn't slept yet, though the sun was far up in the skyDoc had climbed out
onto the mountain to pull the tarps away, and the sun beamed brightly through the holes in the
ceiling, hot on my skinI'd moved the nameless omega automatic seamaster watch woman so that her face would be out of the
glare
I touched her face now lightly, patting the soft brown hair, woven through with white strands,
away from her face
?Julie? Brittany? Angela? Patricia? Am I getting close? Talk to mePlease??
Everyone but Doc?snoring quietly on a cot in the darkest corner of the hospital?had gone away
hours agoSome to bury the host body we'd lostI cringed, thinking of his bewildered question,
and the sudden way his face had gone slack
I so much wished that the soul had waited for an answer, so I could have tried to explain it to
himHe might even have understoodAfter all, what was more important, in the end, than love?
To a soul, wasn't that the heart of everything? And love tiffany toggle necklace would have been my answer
Maybe, if he'd waited, he would have seen the truth of thatIf he'd really understood, I was sure
he would have let the human body live
The request would probably have made little sense to him, thoughThe body washis body, not
a separate entityHis suicide was simply that to him, not a murder, tooOnly one life had ended
And perhaps he was right
At least the souls had survivedThe light on his tank glowed dull red beside hers; I couldn't ask
for a greater evidence of commitment from my humans than this, the sparing of his life
?Mary? Margaret? Susan? Jill??
Though Doc slept and I was otherwise alone, I could feel the echo of the tension the others had
left behind; it still hung in the white chanel j12 watch air

?Why prolong the inevitable? Will it get easier or harder for him??
I thought I knew the answer to my last questionI ducked under Ian's hand and broke into a
run, sprinting for the exit
?Wanda!? Jamie called after me
Someone quickly shushed himThere were no footsteps behind meThey must have seen the
wisdom of letting me go
The hall was dark and desertedIf I was lucky, I'd be able to cut around the edge of the big
garden plaza in the dark with no one the wiser
In all my time here, the one thing I'd never found was the way outIt seemed as if I'd been
down every tunnel time and again, and I'd never seen an opening I hadn't eventually explored in
search of one thing or anotherI thought about it now as I crept through the deepest shadowed
corners of the big caveWhere could the exit be? And I thought about this: if I could figure that
puzzle out, replica fendi spy bag would I be able to leave?
I couldn't think of anything worth leaving for?certainly not the desert waiting outside, but also
not the Seeker, not the Healer, not my Comforter, not my life before, which had left such a
shallow impression on meEverything that really mattered was with me hereThough he
would kill me, JaredI couldn't imagine walking away from either of themDoc, Trudy, Lily, Wes, Walter, HeathStrange humans who
could overlook what I was and see something they didn't have to killMaybe it was just
curiosity, but regardless of that, they were willing to side with me against the rest of their
tight-knit family of survivorsI shook my head in wonder as I traced the rough rock with my
hands
I could hear others in the cavern, on the far side from meI didn't pause; they could not see me
here, and I'd just found the crevice I was looking women's tank watch replica for
After all, there was really only one place for me to goEven if I could somehow have guessed
the way to escape, I would still have gone this wayI crept into the blackest darkness
imaginable and hurried along my way
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Undecided
Ifelt my way back to my prison hole
It had been weeks and weeks since I'd been down this particular corridor; I hadn't been back
since the morning after Jared had left and Jeb had set me freeIt seemed to me that while I lived
and Jared was in the caves, this must be where I belonged
There was no dim light to greet me nowI was fairly sure I was in the last leg?the turns and
twists were still vaguely familiarI let my left hand drag against the wall as low as I could reach,
feeling for the opening as I crept forwardI wasn't decided on crawling backinside the cramped
hole, but at least it would give me a reference louis vuitton jewelry point, letting me know that I was where I meant
to be
As it happened, I didn't have the option of inhabiting my cell again
In the same moment that my fingers brushed the rough edge at the top of the hole, my foot hit
an obstacle and I stumbled, falling to my kneesI threw my hands out to catch myself, and they
landed with a crunch and a crackle, breaking through something that wasn't rock and didn't
belong here
The sound startled me; the unexpected object frightened mePerhaps I'd made a wrong turn
and wasn't anywhere near my holePerhaps I was in someone's living spaceI ran through the
memory of my recent journey in my head, wondering how I could have gotten so turned about
Meanwhile, I listened for some reaction to my crashing fall, holding absolutely still in the
darkness
There was nothing?no reaction, no soundIt was only dark and stuffy and fendi spy zucca bag humid, as it always
was, and so silent that I knew I must be alone
Carefully, trying to make as little noise as possible, I took stock of my surroundings
My hands were stuck in somethingI pulled them free, tracing the contours of what felt like a
cardboard box?a cardboard box with a sheet of thin, crackly plastic on top that my hands had
fallen throughI felt around inside the box and found a layer of more crackly plastic?small
rectangles that made a lot of noise when I handled themI retreated quickly, afraid of drawing
attention to myself
I remembered that I'd thought I'd found the top of the holeI searched to my left and found
more stacks of cardboard squares on that sideI tried to find the top of the stack and had to
stand in order to do so?it was as high as my headI searched until I found the wall, and then the
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Jason?s weapon was now in plain sight, slashing the air as he gripped it in the hand of
his swinging right armHe reached the end of the path, his chest heaving, the veins in his neck
seemingly prepared to burst as the sweat ran down his skin, drenching his face, his collar and his
shirtGasping, he steadied the AK-47, his back pressed against the wall of the building, then spun
around the corner into the parking area, stunned by what he sawHis pounding feet, coupled with
the anxiety that caused his hair-soaked temples to throb, had blocked out all sound up aheadWhat
he observed now, what sickened him now, he knew had to be the result of multiple gunshots muted
by a weapon equipped with a silencerDispassionately, Medusa?s Delta understood; he had been
there many times many years beforeThere were circumstances under which kills had to be made
quietly?utter silence was the unreachable goal, but at least minimal noise was crucial
The young KGB driver from the assault squad was sprawled on the ground by the trunk of the
dark green sedan, the wounds in his head certifying deathThe car had swerved into the side of a
government bus, the sort used to haul workers to and from their places of employmentHow or
why the accident had happened, Bourne could not knowNeither could he know whether Alex or
Krupkin had survived; the car?s windows had been pierced repeatedly and there was no sign of
movement inside, both facts suggesting the worst but nothing conclusiveAbove all, at this
moment, the Chameleon also understood hermes kelly handbag that he could not be affected by what he saw?emotions
were out! If the worst had happened, mourning the dead would come later, vengeance and taking
the killer came now
Think! How? Quickly!
Krupkin had said there were ?several dozen men and women? working at the armoryIf so,
where the hell were they? The Jackal wasnot acting in a vacuum; it was impossible! Yet a
collision had occurred, its violent crash heard over a hundred yards away?well over the distance
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of a football field?and a man had been shot dead at the site of that crash, his lifeless body bleeding
in the dirt, yet no one?no one?had appeared, either accidentally or intentionallyWith the
exception of Carlos and five unknown people, was the entire armory operating in a vacuum?
Nothing made sense!
And then he heard the muffled but emphatic strains of music from deep inside the building
Martial music, drums and trumpets predominating, swelling to crescendos that Bourne could only
imagine were deafening within the echoing confines of the huge structureThe image of the young
woman emerging from the front entrance returned; she had playfully clapped her hands over her
ears and grimaced, and Jason had not understoodShe had come from the armory?s
inner staging area, where the decibel level of the music was overpoweringAn event was taking
place at the Kubinka, a decently attended affair, which accounted for the profusion of automobiles,
small vans and buses in the vast parking area?profusion at any rate in the chanel cambon bag Soviet Union, where
such vehicles were not in oversupplyAltogether there were perhaps twenty conveyances in the dirt
lot, parked in a semicircleThe activity inside was both the Jackal?s diversion and his protection; he
knew how to orchestrate both to his advantage
Why didn?t Carlos come out? Why hadn?t he come out? What was he waiting for? The
circumstances were optimal; they couldn?t be betterHad his wounds slowed him to the point that
he had lost the advantages he had created? It was possible, but not likelyThe assassin had gotten
this far, and if escape was in the offing, it was in him to go further, much furtherThen why?
Irreversible logic, a killer?s survival logic demanded that after taking out the backup the Jackal had
to race away as fast as humanly possibleIt was his only chance! Then why was he still inside?
Why hadn?t his escape car fled from the area, speeding him to freedom?
His back once again pressed against the wall, Jason sidestepped to his left, closely observing
everything he could seeLike most armories the world over, Kubinka had no windows on the first
floor, at least not for the first fifteen feet from the ground; he presumed it was because the
occasional wildly galloping horses and glass did not go togetherHe could see a window frame on
what appeared to be the second floor but close enough to the slain driver to afford maximum
accuracy for a silenced high-powered weapon: Another frame on ground level had a knob
protruding; it was the rear exit no one had bothered to mentionThe little kelly hermes bags things, the insignificant
things! Goddamn!
The muted music inside swelled again, but now the swelling was different, the drums louder, the
trumpets more sustained, more piercingIt was the unmistakable ending of a symphonic march,
martial music at its most intenseThat was it! The end of the event inside was at hand and the
Jackal would use the emerging crowds to cover his escapeHe would mingle, and when panic
spread through the parking area with the sight of the dead man and the shot-up sedan, he would
disappear?with whom and with what vehicle would take hours to determine
Bourne had to get inside; he had to stop him, take him! Krupkin had worried about the lives of
?several dozen men and women??he had no idea that in reality there were several hundred! Carlos
would use whatever firepower he had stolen, including grenades, to create mass hysteria so that he
could escapeLives meant nothing; if further killing was required to save his own, nothing
Abandoning caution, Delta raced to the door, gripping his AK-47 laterally in his arm, the safety
unlatched, his index finger on the triggerHe grabbed the knob and twisted it?it would not turn
He fired his weapon into the plated metal around the lock, then a second fusillade into the opposing
frame, and as he reached for the smoking knob, his personal world went mad!
Out of the line of vehicles a heavy truck suddenly shot forward, coming straight toward him,
wildly accelerating as it approachedSimultaneously, successive bursts of automatic gunfire
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erupted, the bullets thumping into the wood to his rightHe lunged to his left, rolling on the ground,
the dust and dirt filling his eyes as he kept rolling, his body a tube spinning away
And then it happened! The massive explosion tore apart the door, blowing away a large section
of the wall above, and through the black smoke and settling debris, he could see a figure lurching
awkwardly toward the semicircle of vehiclesHis killer was getting away after all, But he was
alive! And the reason for it was obvious?the Jackal had made a mistakeNot in the trap, that was
extraordinary; Carlos knew his enemy was with Krupkin and the KGB and so he had gone outside
and waited for himInstead, his error was in the placement of the explosivesHe had wired the
bomb or bombs to the top of the truck?s engine, not underneathExplosive compounds seek release
through the least resistant barriers; the relatively thin hood of a vehicle is far less solid than the iron
beneath itThe bomb actually blew up, it did not blow out on ground level, sending death-inducing
metal fragments along the surface
No time! Bourne struggled to his feet and staggered to the Komitet sedan, a horrible fear coming
into focusHe looked through the shattered windows, his eyes suddenly drawn to the front seat as a
heavily fleshed hand was raisedHe yanked the door open and saw Krupkin, his large body
squeezed below the seat under the dashboard, his right shoulder half torn away, bleeding flesh
apparent through the fabric of his fendi spy bags jacke