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That doesn?t work either, but I?ll slip inside ?Thank God for capitalists, no matter how misguidedGo on!? The Medusan once known as Delta unlatched the door, opened it, glanced up and down the Metropole?s corridor and rushed outsideHe raced down the hallway to the cut-out alcove that housed the two convenience machines and crouched by the right interior wallHe waited, his knees and legs aching?pains he never felt only years ago?and then he heard the sounds of rolling wheelsThey grew louder and louder as the cart draped with a tablecloth passed and proceeded to the door of the suiteHe studied the floor steward; he was a young man in his twenties, blond, short of stature, and with the posture of an obsequious servant; cautiously he knocked on the doorNo Carlos he, thought Bourne, getting painfully to his feetHe could hear Conklin?s muffled voice telling the steward to enter; and as the young man opened the door, shoving the table inside, Jason calmly inserted his weapon into its concealed placeHe bent over and massaged his right calf, he could feel the swelling cluster of a muscle cramp It happened with the impact of a single furious wave against a shoal of rockA figure in black lurched out of an unseen recess in the corridor, racing past the machinesBourne spun back into the wallIt was the Jackal! Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE chanel jumbo bag ULTIMATUM 389 38 Madness! At full force Carlos slammed his right shoulder into the blond-haired waiter, propelling the young man across the hallway and crashing the room-service table over on its side; dishes and food splattered the walls and the carpeted floorSuddenly the waiter lunged to his left, spinning in midair as, astonishingly, he yanked a weapon from his beltThe Jackal either sensed or caught the movement in the corner of his eyeHe whipped around, his automatic weapon on rapid fire, savagely pinning the blond Russian into the wall, bullets puncturing the waiter?s head and torsoAt that prolonged, horrible moment, the enlarged sight line on the barrel of Bourne?s Graz Burya caught in the waistline of his trousersHe tore the fabric as the eyes of Carlos swept up centering on his own, fury and triumph in the assassin?s stare Jason ripped the gun loose, spinning, crouching back into the wall of the small alcove as the Jackal?s fusillade blew apart the gaudy paneling of the soft-drink machine and tore into the sheets of heavy plastic that fronted the broken-down ice makerOn his stomach, Bourne surged across the opening, the Graz Burya raised and firing as fast as he could squeeze the triggerSimultaneously, there were other gunshots, not those of a machine pistolAlex was firing from inside the suite! They had Carlos in their cross fire! It was chloe bag bay possible?it could all end in a hotel corridor in Moscow! Let it happen, let it happen! The Jackal roared; it was a defiant shriek at having been hitBourne lunged back across the opening, pivoting once again into the wall, momentarily distracted by the sounds of a now functioning ice machineAgain he crouched, inching his face toward the corner of the archway when the murderous insanity in the hallway erupted into the fever pitch of close combatLike an enraged caged animal, the wounded Carlos kept spinning around in place, continuous bursts from his weapon exploding as if he were firing through unseen walls that were closing in on himTwo piercing, hysterical screams came from the far end of the hallway, one male, one female; a couple had been wounded or killed in the panicked fusillade of stray bullets ?Get down!? Conklin?s scream from across the corridor was an instant command for what Jason could not know?Take cover! Grab the fucking walls!? Bourne did as he was told, under standing only that the order meant he was to shove himself into as small a place as possible, protecting his head as much as possibleHe lunged as the first explosion rocked the walls? somewhere?and then a second, this much nearer, far more thunderous, in the hallway itself Grenades! Smoke mingled with falling plaster and shattered glassNine, one after another?a Graz Burya necklace chanel automatic Alex! Jason spun up and away from the corner of the recess and lurched for the openingConklin stood outside the door of their suite in front of the upturned room-service table; he snapped out his empty clip and furiously searched his trousers pockets?I haven?t got one!? he shouted angrily, referring to the extra clips of ammunition supplied by Krupkin?He ran around the corner into the other corridor, and I don?t have any goddamned shells!? ?I do and I?m a lot faster than you,? said Jason, removing his spent magazine and inserting a fresh clip from his pocket?Get back in there and call the lobbyTell them to clear it ?Krupkin said?? ?I don?t give a damn what he said! Tell them to shut down the elevators, barricade all staircase exits, and stay the hell away from this floor!? ?I see what you mean?? Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 390 ?Do it!? Bourne raced down the hallway, wincing as he approached the couple who lay on the carpet; each moved, groaningTheir clothes were spotted with blood, but they moved! He turned and yelled to Alex, who was limping around the room-service table?Get help up here!? he ordered, pointing at an exit door directly down the corridor?They?re alive! Use that exit and only that one!? The hunt began, compounded and impeded by the fact that the word had been spread throughout these adjacent wings of the dior logo Metropole?s tenth floorIt took no imagination to realize that behind the closed doors, along both sides of the hallways, panicked calls were being made to the front desk as the sound of nearby gunfire echoed throughout the corridorsKrupkin?s strategy for a KGB assault team in civilian clothes had been nullified by the first burst from the Jackal?s weapon Where was he? There was another exit door at the far end of the long hallway Jason had entered, but there were perhaps fifteen to eighteen guest-room doors lining that hallwayCarlos was no fool, and a wounded Carlos would call upon every tactic he could summon from a long life of violence and survival to survive, if only long enough to achieve the kill he wanted more than life itself Bourne suddenly realized how accurate his analysis was, for he was describing himselfWhat had old Fontaine said on Tranquility Isle, in that faraway storeroom from which they had stared down at the procession of priests knowing that one had been bought by the Jackal? ?Two aging lions stalking each other, not caring who?s killed in the cross fire??those had been Fontaine?s words, a man who had sacrificed his life for another he barely knew because his own life was over, for the woman he loved was goneAs Jason started cautiously, silently down the hall toward the first door on the left, he wondered if he could do the logo dolce