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?I?m also going to have a talk with her
For a few moments he had been David Webb again, mused Jason, pouring himself a drinkHe
did not like it; it felt wrongAn hour later, however, Jason Bourne was backHe had spoken to the
clerk at the Mayflower about his reservation; the night manager had been summoned
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?Ah, yes, MrSimon,? the man had greeted him enthusiastically?We understand you?re here to
argue against those terrible tax restrictions on business travel and entertainmentGodspeed, as they
sayThese politicians will ruin us all! There were no double rooms, so we took the liberty of
providing you with a suite, no additional charge, of course
All that had taken place over two hours ago, and since then he had removed the labels, steamed
the shirts and scuffed the rubber-soled shoes on the hotel?s window ledgeDrink in hand, Bourne
sat in a chair staring blankly at the wall; there was nothing to do but wait and think
A quiet tapping at the door ended the waiting in a matter of minutesJason walked rapidly
across the room, opened the door and admitted the driver who had met him at the airportThe CIA
man carried an attach? case; he handed it to Bourne
?Everything?s there, including a weapon and a box of shells
?Do you want to check it out??
?I?ll be doing that all night
?It?s almost eight o?clock,? said the agent?Your control will reach you around elevenThat?ll
give you time to get started??
?That?s who he is, isn?t he??
?Yes, of course,? replied Jason softly
The man left and Bourne hurried to the desk with the attach? caseHe opened it, removing first
the automatic and the box of ammunition, then picking up what had to be several hundred computer
printouts secured in file folders
