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@@@@@What can I do? Sweat pouring down his face, his eyes barely focusing, Bourne ripped the distress flare out of his pocket, snapped the lighter and, trembling, held it to the red tipIgnition was instant; the white fire spewed out in white heat, hissing like a hundred angry snakesJason threw it into the chapel Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 157 toward the far end, leaped through the frame, pivoted, and slammed the heavy door shut behind himHe lunged to the floor below the last row, pulled the radio from his pocket and pushed the Send buttonSurround it!? He did not wait for StJacques?s reply; that there was a voice was enoughThe automatic in his hand, the hissing flare continuously erupting as shafts of color shot down from the stained-glass windows, Bourne crept to the far aisle, his eyes moving constantly, seeking out everything he no longer remembered about Tranquility Inn?s chapelThe one place where he could not look again was the lectern that held the body of the child he had killedOn both sides of the raised platform were narrow draped archways, like scenic doors on a stage leading to minimum wing space, entrances both left and rightDespite the anguish he felt, there welled up in Jason Bourne a deep sense of satisfaction, even of morbid elationThe lethal game was his for the winningCarlos had mounted an elaborate trap and the Chameleon had reversed it, Medusa?s Delta had turned it around! Behind one of those two draped archways was the assassin from Paris Bourne got to his feet, his back pressed against the right wall, and raised his gunHe fired twice into the left archway, the drapes fluttering with each shot, as he sprang behind the last row, scrambling to the far side, getting to his knees and firing twice more into the archway on the right A figure lunged in panic through the drapes, clutching the cloth as it fell forward, the dark red fabric ripped from the hooks, bunched around the target?s shoulders as he fell to the floorBourne rushed forward, screaming Carlos?s name, firing again and again until the automatic?s magazine was emptySuddenly, from above there was an explosion, blowing out a whole section of stained glass high on the left wallAs the colored fragments shot through the air and down onto the floor, a man on a ledge outside moved into the center of the open space above the hissing, blinding flare ?You?re out of bullets,? said Carlos to the stunned Jason Bourne below?Thirteen years, Delta, thirteen loathsome yearsBut now they?ll know who won The Jackal raised his gun and fired Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 158 17 The searing ice-cold heat ripped through his neck as Bourne lunged over the pews, crashing down between the second and third rows, smashing his head and his hips on the glistening brown wood as he clawed at the floorHis vision spun out of control as a cloud of darkness enveloped himIn the distance, far, far away, he heard the sound of voices shouting hysterically