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@@@@@?Leave it alone, Bro,? said Marie, her hand on his arm ?He?s what? He?s one nasty son of a bitch is what he is!? ?Yes, I know The brother looked at his sister?That stranger you were talking about yesterday at the house?? ?Yes, only now it?s worseThat?s why he?s frightened ?I don?t understand ?He?s older, JohnnyHe?s fifty now and he wonders if he can still do the things he did before, years ago?in the war, in Paris, in Hong KongIt?s all gnawing at him, eating into him, because he knows he?s got to be better than he ever was ?I know he will be, for he has an extraordinary reason going for himA wife and two children were taken from him once beforeHe barely remembers them, but they?re at the core of his torment; Mo Panov believes that and I do, tooNow, years later, another wife and two children are threatenedEvery nerve in him has to be on fire Suddenly, from three hundred feet away on the beach, Bourne?s voice erupted, splitting through the breezes from the sea?Goddamn it, I told you to hurry! Expert, there?s a reef out here with the color of a sandbar beyond it! Have you considered that?? ?Don?t answer, JohnnyWe?ll go out to the plane ?A sandbar? What the hell?s he talking about? Oh, my God, I do see!? ?I don?t,? said Marie as they walked rapidly up the pier ?There are reefs around eighty percent of the island, ninety-five percent where this beach is concernedThey brake the waves, it?s why it?s called Tranquility; there?s no surf at all ?So what?? ?So someone using a tank under water wouldn?t risk crashing into a reef, but he would into a sandbar in front of a reefHe could watch the beach and the guards and crawl up when his landing was clear, lying in the water only feet from shore until he could take the guardI never thought about that