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@@@@@Well, I, too, have conditions and you will live or die by them ?There?s no reason not to be ?Of course, you?re forfeiting any chance of collecting a million francs?or, as you suggested, perhaps a great deal more ?Then may I also suggest,? said Santos, crossing his thick arms in front of him and absently glancing at the large tattoos on his skin, ?that a man with such funds available will not only part with them in exchange for his life, but will happily deliver the information requested so as to avoid unnecessary and excruciating pain The Jackal?s man suddenly slammed his clenched right fist down on the armrest and shouted, ?What do you know about a blackbird? Who told you about Le Coeur du Soldat? Where do you come from and who are you and who is your client?? Bourne froze, his body rigid but his mind spinning, whirling, racingHe had to get out! He had to reach Bernardine?how many hours was his call overdue? Where was Marie? Yet what he wanted to do, had to do, could not be done by opposing the giant across the roomSantos was neither a liar nor a foolHe would and could kill his prisoner handily and without hesitation and he would not be duped by outright false or convoluted informationThe Jackal?s man was protecting two turfs?his own and his mentor?sThe Chameleon had only one option open: to expose a part of the truth so dangerous as to be credible, the ring of authenticity so plausible that the risk of rejecting it was unacceptableJason put the ice bag on the tray and spoke slowly from the shadows of the large couch ?Obviously I don?t care to die for a client or be tortured to protect his information, so I?ll tell you what I know, which isn?t as much as I?d like under the present circumstancesI?ll take your points in order if I?m not too damned frightened to forget the sequenceTo begin with, the funds are not available to me personallyI meet with a man in London to whom I deliver the information, and he releases an account in Bern, Switzerland, to a name and a number?any name, any number?that I give himWe?ll skip over my life and the ?excruciating pain??I?ve answered bothLet?s see, what do I know about a blackbird? The Coeur du Soldat is part of that question, incidentallyI was told that an old man?name and nationality unknown, at least to me, but I suspect French?approached a well-known public figure and told him he was the target of an assassinationWho believes a drunken old man, especially one with a long police record looking for a reward? Unfortunately the assassination took place, but fortunately an aide to the deceased was by his side when the old man warned himEven more fortunate, the aide was and is extremely close to my client and the assassination was a welcome event to bothThe aide secretly passed on the old man?s informationA blackbird is sent a message through a caf? known as Le Coeur du Soldat in ArgenteuilThis blackbird must be an extraordinary man, and now my client wants to reach himAs for myself, my offices are hotel rooms in various cit