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“Krupkin said—”
“I don’t give a damn what he said! Tell them to shut down the elevators, barricade all staircase
exits, and stay the hell away from this floor!”
“I see what you mean—”
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“Do it!” Bourne raced down the hallway, wincing as he approached the couple who lay on the
carpet; each moved, groaningTheir clothes were spotted with blood, but they moved! He turned
and yelled to Alex, who was limping around the room-service table“Get help up here!” he
ordered, pointing at an exit door directly down the corridor“They’re alive!
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The hunt began, compounded and impeded by the fact that the word had been spread throughout
these adjacent wings of the Metropole’s tenth floorIt took no imagination to realize that behind the
closed doors, along both sides of the hallways, panicked calls were being made to the front desk as
the sound of nearby gunfire echoed throughout the corridorsKrupkin’s strategy for a KGB assault
team in civilian clothes had been nullified by the first burst from the Jackal’s weapon
Where was he? There was another exit door at the far end of the long hallway Jason had entered,
but there were perhaps
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and a wounded Carlos would call upon every tactic he could summon from a long life of violence
and survival to survive, if only long enough to achieve the kill he wanted more than life itself
Bourne suddenly realized how accurate his analysis was, for he was describing himselfWhat had
old Fontaine said on Tranquility Isle, in that faraway storeroom from which they had stared down
at the procession of priests knowing that one had been bought by the Jackal? “Two aging lions
stalking each other, not caring who’s killed in the cross fire”—those had been Fontaine’s
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woman he loved was goneAs Jason started cautiously, silently down the hall toward the first door
on the left, he wondered if he could do the sameHe wanted desperately to live—with Marie and
their children—but if she was gone would life really matter? Could he throw
it away if he recognized something in another man that reflected something in himself?
No timeMeditate on your own time, David Webb! I have no use for you, you weak, soft son of
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claws are razor-sharp and he’s killed too often, too many, and now he wants to kill my own—your
ownGet away from me!
BloodstainsOn the dull, dark brown carpet, wet driblets glistening in the dim overhead light
Bourne crouched and felt them; they were wet; they were red—bloodredUnbroken, they passed
the first door, then the second, remaining on the left—then they crossed the hall, the pattern now
altered, no longer steady, instead zigzagging, as if the wound had been located, the bleeding
partially stemmedThe trail passed the sixth door on the right, and the seventh then abruptly the
shining red drops stopped—no, not
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