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They were persuaded to rest
?The guards?the...
They were persuaded to rest
?The guards?the goddamned guards!?
?They were persuaded to leaveWhat they think is happening here tonight is even more
confusing
?What?ve you done?what are you doing??
?I thought I just mentioned itWe?re going to talk, Sergeant FlannaganI want to get caught up
with some old comrades
The frightened man backed awkwardly away from the chair?You?re the maniac they called
Delta before you turned and went in business for yourself!? he cried in a guttural whisper?There
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was a picture, a photograph?you were laid out on a slab, bloodstains all over the sheet from the
bullet wounds; your face was uncovered, your eyes wide open, holes still bleeding on your
forehead and your throatThey asked me who you were and I said, ?He?s DeltaDelta One from
the illegals,? and they said, ?No, he?s not, he?s Jason Bourne, the killer, the assassin,? so I chanel wallet said,
?Then they?re one and the same because that man is Delta?I knew him They thanked me and told
me to go back and join the others
?Who were ?they???
?Some people over at LangleyThe one who did all the talking had a limp; he carried a cane
?And ?the others??they told you to go back and join??
?About twenty-five or thirty of the old Saigon crowd
?Command Saigon??
?Yeah
?Men who worked with our crowd, the ?illegals???
?Mostly, yeah
?When was this??
?For Christ?s sake, I told you!? roared the panicked aide?Four or five years ago! I saw the
photograph?you were dead!?
?Only a single photograph,? interrupted Bourne quietly, staring at the master sergeant?You
have a very good memory
?You held a gun to my headThirty-three years, two wars and twelve combat tours, nobody ever
did that to me?nobody but youYeah, I gotta good memory
?I think I understand
?I don?t! I don?t understand a goddamned thing! You buy chanel purse were dead!?
?You?ve said thatBut I?m not, am I? Or maybe I amMaybe 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 chanel purses and handbags 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 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
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?Don?t touch anything,? ordered Bourne as Flannagan and Rachel Swayne haltingly preceded him
into the general?s photograph-lined omega deville watch 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, fixed on the
mutilated remains of General Norman Swayne
?Crazy son of a bitch,? whispered Flannagan, his voice strained and barely audibleThen
standing motionless, the muscles of his jaw pulsating, he roared?You insane fuckin? son of a
bitch! What did you do it for?why? What do we do now??
?You call the police, Sergeant,? answered Jason
?What?? yelled the aide, spinning aroundSwayne, lurching to her feet?We can?t do that!?
?I don?t think you?ve got a choiceYou may have driven him to kill himself
but you didn?t kill him
?What the hell are you talking about?? asked Flannagan tiffany replica gru
?The guards?the goddamned guards!?
?They were persuaded to leaveWhat they think is happening here tonight is even more
confusing
?What?ve you done?what are you doing??
?I thought I just mentioned itWe?re going to talk, Sergeant FlannaganI want to get caught up
with some old comrades
The frightened man backed awkwardly away from the chair?You?re the maniac they called
Delta before you turned and went in business for yourself!? he cried in a guttural whisper?There
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
99
was a picture, a photograph?you were laid out on a slab, bloodstains all over the sheet from the
bullet wounds; your face was uncovered, your eyes wide open, holes still bleeding on your
forehead and your throatThey asked me who you were and I said, ?He?s DeltaDelta One from
the illegals,? and they said, ?No, he?s not, he?s Jason Bourne, the killer, the assassin,? so I chanel wallet said,
?Then they?re one and the same because that man is Delta?I knew him They thanked me and told
me to go back and join the others
?Who were ?they???
?Some people over at LangleyThe one who did all the talking had a limp; he carried a cane
?And ?the others??they told you to go back and join??
?About twenty-five or thirty of the old Saigon crowd
?Command Saigon??
?Yeah
?Men who worked with our crowd, the ?illegals???
?Mostly, yeah
?When was this??
?For Christ?s sake, I told you!? roared the panicked aide?Four or five years ago! I saw the
photograph?you were dead!?
?Only a single photograph,? interrupted Bourne quietly, staring at the master sergeant?You
have a very good memory
?You held a gun to my headThirty-three years, two wars and twelve combat tours, nobody ever
did that to me?nobody but youYeah, I gotta good memory
?I think I understand
?I don?t! I don?t understand a goddamned thing! You buy chanel purse were dead!?
?You?ve said thatBut I?m not, am I? Or maybe I amMaybe 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 chanel purses and handbags 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 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 omega deville watch 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, fixed on the
mutilated remains of General Norman Swayne
?Crazy son of a bitch,? whispered Flannagan, his voice strained and barely audibleThen
standing motionless, the muscles of his jaw pulsating, he roared?You insane fuckin? son of a
bitch! What did you do it for?why? What do we do now??
?You call the police, Sergeant,? answered Jason
?What?? yelled the aide, spinning aroundSwayne, lurching to her feet?We can?t do that!?
?I don?t think you?ve got a choiceYou may have driven him to kill himself
but you didn?t kill him
?What the hell are you talking about?? asked Flannagan tiffany replica gru
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