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@@@@@T?ain?t late and some of the boys?ll be on the roadHey, mister, who?s gonna take care of the hounds when they wake up? They got to be walked and fed before the morning shift, and they?ll tear apart any stranger who gets near ?em ?What about Swayne?s master sergeant? He can handle them, can?t he?? ?They don?t like him much,? offered the guard named Willie, ?but they obey himThey?re better with the general?s wife, the horny bastards ?What about the general?? asked Bourne ?He pisses bright yeller at the sight of ?em,? replied Jim-Bob ?Thanks for the informationGo on now, get down the road a piece before you start hitchhiking My superiors are coming from the other direction ?You know,? said the second guard, squinting in the moonlight at Jason, ?this is the craziest fuckin? night I ever expect to seeYou get in here dressed like some gawddamn terrorist, but you talk and act like a shit-kickin? army officerYou keep mentioning these ?soopeeriors? of yours; you drug the pups and pay us three hundred bucks to get outI don?t understand nothin?!? ?You?re not supposed toOn the other hand, if I was really a terrorist, you?d probably be dead, wouldn?t you?? ?He?s right, Jim-BobLet?s get outta here!? ?What the hell are we supposed to say?? ?Tell anyone who asks you the truthDescribe what happened tonightAlso, you can add that the code name is Cobra ?My Gawd!? yelled Willie as both men fled into the roadBourne secured the gate and walked back to the patrol cart certain in the knowledge that whatever happened during the next hours, an appendage of Medusa had been thrown into a state of further anxietyQuestions would be asked feverishly?questions for which there were no answers He climbed into the cart, shifted gears and started for the cabin at the end of the graveled road that branched off from the immaculate circular drive ?? ?? ?? He stood by the window peering inside, his face at the edge of the glassThe huge, overweight master sergeant was sitting in a large leather armchair, his feet on an ottoman, watching television From the sounds penetrating the window, specifically the rapid, high-pitched speech of an announcer, the general?s aide was engrossed in a baseball gameJason scanned the room as best he Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 98 could; it was typically rustic, a profusion of browns and reds, from dark furniture to checkered curtains, comfortable and masculine, a man?s cabin in the countr