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Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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?You listen to me, Priest Piss AntYou answer me or I walk out of here and you?re a dead
monseigneur in a matter of minutes!?
?Very well, Enrique,? answered Ilich Ramirez Sanchez, addressing the paneled wall of the
sacristy?My message will be triumphantly clear and will shake the very foundations of the
KremlinNot only did Carlos the Jackal kill the weak pretender Jason Bourne on Soviet soil, he left
a reminder to all Russia that the Komitet made a colossal error in not utilizing my extraordinary
talents
?Really now,? said Enrique, laughing softly, as if humoring a far less than extraordinary man
?More melodramatics, Ramirez? And how will you convey this reminder, this message, this
supreme statement of yours??
?Quite simply,? replied the Jackal, turning, a gun in his hand, the silencer intact?We have to
change places
?What??
?I?m going to burn Novgorod Carlos fired a single shot into the upper throat of EnriqueHe
wanted as little blood as possible on the tunic
Dressed in combat fatigues with the insignias of an army major on the shoulders of his field
jacket, Bourne blended in with the sporadic appearances of military personnel as they crisscrossed
the American compound from one sector to another on their night patrolsThere were not many,
perhaps thirty men, covering the entire acreage of the eight square miles, according to BenjaminIn
the ?metropolitan? areas they were generally on foot, in pairs; in the ?rural? districts they drove
military vehiclesThe young trainer had requisitioned a jeep
From the Commissars Suite at Uheadquarters they had been taken to a military warehouse
west of the river where Benjamin?s papers gained them entrance and the jeepInside, the astonished
interior guards watched as the silent Bourne was outfitted with a field uniform complete with a
carbine bayonet, a standard 5 automatic and five clips of live ammunition, this last obtained only
after an authorization call was placed to Krupkin?s unknowing subordinates at Capital HQOnce
again outside, Jason complained: ?What about the flares I wanted and at least three or four
grenades? You agreed to get me everything I needed, not half of it!?
?They?re coming,? answered Benjamin, speeding out of the warehouse parking lot?The flares
are over at Motor Vehicles and grenades aren?t part of normal ordnanceThey?re in steel vaults
down at the tunnel?all the tunnels?under Emergency Weapons The young trainer glanced at
Bourne, a glimmering of humor seen on his face in the glow of the headlights washing over the
roofless jeep?In anticipation of a NATO assault, most likelyWe?d come in from the sky
?Not with the air base ninety seconds? flying time away
