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@@@@@ ?And there this Bourne is in Paris, France, a couple of blocks away from a real big impediment, a fancy general the quiet boys across the river want taken out, like the two fatsoes already planted Capisce?? ?I capisco, Lou,? said the clean-cut young man from the chair?You?re real intelligent ?You don?t know what the fuck I?m talking about, you zabaglioneI could be talking to myself, so why not? So I get my twelve and I figure let?s slam the loaded dice right into the felt, see?? ?I see, Lou ?We got to eliminate this asshole general because he?s the impediment to the fancy crowd who needs us, right?? ?Right on, LouAn imped?an imped?? ?Don?t bother, zabaglioneSo I say to myself, let?s blow him away and say the hot cannoli did it, got it?? ?Oh, yeah, LouYou?re real intelligent ?So we get rid of the impediment and put the cannoli, this Jason Bourne, who?s not all there, in everybody?s gun sights, right? If we don?t get him, and this Jackal don?t get him, the federals will, right?? ?Hey, that?s terrific, LouI gotta say it, I really respect you ?Forget respect, bello ragazzoThe rules are different in this houseCome on over and make good love to me The young man got up from the chair and walked over to the couch Marie sat in the back of the plane drinking coffee from a plastic cup, trying desperately to recall every place?every hiding and resting place?she and David had used thirteen years agoThere were the rock-bottom caf?s in Montparnasse, the cheap hotels as well; and a motel?where was it??ten miles outside of Paris, and an inn with a balcony in Argenteuil where David?Jason?first told her he loved her but could not stay with her because he loved her?the goddamned ass! And there was the Sacr?-Coeur, far up on the steps where Jason?David?met the man in a dark alley who gave them the information they needed?what was it, who was he? ?Mesdames et messieurs,? came the voice over the flight deck?s loudspeaker?Jesuis votre capitaine?The pilot continued first in French, then he and his crew repeated the in formation in English, German, Italian and, finally with a female interpreter, in Japanese?We anticipate a very smooth flight to MarseillesOur estimated flight time is seven hours and fourteen minutes, landing on or before schedule at six o?clock in the morning, Paris time The moonlight outside bathed the ocean below as Marie StJacques Webb looked out the windowShe had flown to San Juan, Puerto Rico, and taken the night flight to Marseilles, where Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 208 French immigration was at best a mass of confusion and at worst intentionally