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@@@@@Amid screams from the shattered bodies nearest the door, the assassin raced outside, leaping over the corpses, his assault rifle on automatic fire, cutting down the figures in the street, screaming curses, condemning the unbelievers to a hell only he could imagine ?Traitors! Filth! Garbage!? screamed the crazed Jackal as he leaped over the dead bodies, racing to the car he had commandeered from the Komitet and its inadequate surveillance unitThe night had ended; the morning had begun The Metropole?s telephone did not ring, it eruptedStartled, Alex Conklin snapped open his eyes, instantly shaking the sleep from his head as he clawed for the strident instrument on the Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 386 bedside table?Yes?? he announced, wondering briefly if he was speaking into the conically shaped mouthpiece or into the receiver ?Aleksei, stay put! Admit no one into your rooms and have your weapons ready!? ?Krupkin? What the hell are you talking about ?A crazed dog is loose in Moscow ?Carlos?? ?He?s gone completely madHe killed Rodchenko and butchered the two agents who were following himA farmer found their bodies around four o?clock this morning?it seems the dogs woke him up with their barking, downwind of the blood scents, I imagine ?Christ, he?s gone over the edgeBut why do you think?? ?One of our agents was tortured before being killed,? broke in the KGB officer, fully anticipating Alex?s question?He was our driver from the airport, a prot?g? of mine and the son of a classmate I roomed with at the universityA fine young man from a rational family but not trained for what he was put through ?You?re saying you think he may have told Carlos about us, aren?t you?? ?YesThere?s more, howeverApproximately an hour ago in the Vavilova, eight people were cut down by automatic fireThey were slaughtered; it was a massacreOne of the dying, a woman with the Ministry of Information, a direktor, second class, and a television journalist, said the killer was a priest from Paris who called himself the ?monseigneur ? ?Jesus!? exploded Conklin, whipping his legs over the edge of the bed, absently staring at the stump of flesh where once there had been a foot ?So called and past tense,? said Krupkin?If you remember, I told you such recruits would abandon him at the first sign of peril ?I?ll get Jason?? ?Aleksei, listen to me!? ?What?? Conklin cupped the telephone under his chin as he reached down for the hollowed? out prosthetic boot