Alex translated and Jason frowned“Hostages?” he...
Alex translated and Jason frowned“Hostages?” he said
quietly, as if to himself“He just blew it!” Medusa’s Delta leaned forward and touched Krupkin’s
shoulder“Tell your man to get out of there the moment that car takes off and he knows where it’s
headingTell him to be obvious, to blow the hell out of his horn while he passes the armory, which
he must pass from one way or the other
“My dear fellow!” exploded the Soviet intelligence officer“Would you mind telling me why I
should issue such an order?”
“Because your colleague was right and I was wrongThe man in the sling isn’t CarlosThe
Jackal’s inside, waiting for the cavalry to pass the fort so he can get away in another car—if there is
a cavalry
“In the name of our revered Karl Marx, do explain how you reached this audra louis vuitton bag contradictory
conclusion!”
“SimpleEven if you could, you wouldn’t shoot up that car on the road,
would you?”
“AgreedThere are four other people inside, all no doubt innocent Soviet citizens forced to
appear otherwise
“Hostages?”
“Yes, of course
“When was the last time you heard of people running like hell into a situation where they could
become hostages? Even if they were under a gun from a doorway, one or two, if not all of them,
would try to race behind other cars for protection
“My word—”
“But you were right about one thingCarlos has a contact inside that armory—the man in the
slingHe may only be an innocent Russian with a brother or a sister living in Paris, but the Jackal
owns him
“Dimitri!” shouted the metallic voice in Russian“The car is speeding out of the parking lot!”
Krupkin pressed the button on his d&g microphone and gave his instructionsEssentially, they were
to follow that automobile to the borders of Finland if necessary, but to take it without violence,
calling in the police if they had toThe last order was to pass the armory, blowing his horn
repeatedlyIn the Russian vernacular, the agent named Orlov asked, “What the fuck for?”
“Because I’ve had a vision from StNickolai the Good! Also, I’m your charitable superiorDo
it!”
“You’re not well, Dimitri
“Do you wish a superb service report or one that will send you to Tashkent?”
“I’m on my way, comrade
Krupkin replaced the microphone in the dashboard receptacle“Everything proceeds,” he said
haltingly, partially over his shoulder“If I’m to go down with either a crazed assassin or a
convoluted lunatic who displays certain decencies, I imagine it’s best to louis vuitton shoulder bag choose the latterContrary
to the most enlightened skeptics, there might be a God, after allWould you care to buy a house
on the lake in Geneva, Aleksei?”
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“I might,” answered Bourne“If I live through the day and do what I have to do, give me a price
“Hey, David,” interjected Conklin“Marie made that money, you didn’t
“She’ll listen to me
“What now, whoever you are?” asked Krupkin
“Give me all the firepower I need from this trunk of yours and let me off in the grass just before
the armoryGive me a couple of minutes to get in place, then pull into the parking lot and
obviously—very obviously—see that the car is missing and get out of there fast, gunning your
engine
“And leave you alone?” cried Alex
“It’s the only way I can take himThe only way he can be replica miu miu taken
“Lunacy!” spat out Krupkin, his jowls vibrating
“No, Kruppie, reality,” said Jason Bourne simply“It’s the same as it was in the beginningOne
on one, it’s the only way
“That is sophomoric heroics!” roared the Russian, slamming his hand down on the back of the
seat“Worse, it’s ridiculous strategyIf you’re right, I can surround the armory with a thousand
troops!”
“Which is exactly what he’d want—what I’d want, if I were CarlosDon’t you see? He could get
away in the confusion, in the sheer numbers—that’s not a problem for either of us, we’ve both done
it too many times beforeCrowds and anxiety are our protection—they’re child’s playA knife in a
uniform, the uniform ours; toss a grenade into the troops, and after the explosion we’re one of the
staggering victims—that’s amateur night for paid gucci backpacks for cheap killers