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31.12.2010 um 23:22 Uhr

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@@@@@no, they were not just talking, they were arguing heatedlyBourne ripped the short powerful binoculars out of their Velcro recess and put them up to his eyesQuickly he focused on the trio, whose voices grew in volume, the words indistinguishable but the anger apparentAs the blurred image sharpened, he studied the three people, knowing instantly that the medium-sized, medium-built, ramrod-straight protesting man on the left was the Pentagon?s General Swayne, and the large-breasted woman with streaked dark hair his wife, but what struck him?and fascinated him?was the hulking overweight figure nearest the open doorHe knew him! Jason could not remember from where or when, which was Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 92 certainly not unusual, but his visceral reaction to the sight of the man was not usualIt was one of instant loathing and he did not know why, since no connection with anything in the past came to himOnly feelings of disgust and revulsionWhere were the images, the brief flashes of time or circumstance that so often illuminated his inner screen? They did not come; he only knew that the man he focused on in the binoculars was his enemy Then that huge man did an extraordinary thingHe reached for Swayne?s wife, throwing his large left arm protectively around her shoulders, his right hand accusingly jabbing the space between him and the generalWhatever he said?or yelled?caused Swayne to react with what seemed to be stoic resolve mixed with feigned indifferenceHe turned around, and in military fashion strode back across the lawn toward a rear entrance to the houseBourne lost him in the darkness and swung back to the couple in the light of the doorThe large obese man released the general?s wife and spoke to herShe nodded, brushed her lips against his, and ran after her husbandThe obvious consort walked back into the small house and slammed the door shut, removing the light Jason reattached the binoculars to his trousers and tried to understand what he had observedIt had been like watching a silent movie minus the subtitles, the gestures far more real and without exaggerated theatricalityThat there was in the confines of this fenced acreage a m?nage ? trois was obvious, but this could hardly explain the fenceThere was another reason, a reason he had to learn Further, instinct told him that whatever it was, was linked to the huge overweight man who had walked angrily back into the small houseHe had to reach that house; he had to reach that man who had been a part of his forgotten pastHe slowly got to his feet, and ducking from one pine to the next, he made his way to the end of the circular drive, and then continued down the tree-lined border of the narrow graveled road He stopped, lurching to the ground at a sudden sound that was no part of the murmuring woods Somewhere wheels were spinning, crushing stone and displacing it; he rolled over and over into the dark recesses of the low-hanging, wide-spreading branches of a pine tree, swinging his body around to locate the disturbance

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