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@@@@@ They thanked me and told me to go back and join the others ?Who were ?they??? ?Some people over at LangleyThe one who did all the talking had a limp; he carried a cane ?And ?the others??they told you to go back and join?? ?About twenty-five or thirty of the old Saigon crowd ?Command Saigon?? ?Yeah ?Men who worked with our crowd, the ?illegals??? ?Mostly, yeah ?When was this?? ?For Christ?s sake, I told you!? roared the panicked aide?Four or five years ago! I saw the photograph?you were dead!? ?Only a single photograph,? interrupted Bourne quietly, staring at the master sergeant?You have a very good memory ?You held a gun to my headThirty-three years, two wars and twelve combat tours, nobody ever did that to me?nobody but youYeah, I gotta good memory ?I think I understand ?I don?t! I don?t understand a goddamned thing! You were dead!? ?You?ve said thatBut I?m not, am I? Or maybe I amMaybe this is the nightmare that?s been visited upon you after twenty years of deceit ?What kind of crap is that? What the hell?? ?Don?t move!? ?I?m not!? Suddenly, in the distance, there was a loud reportA gunshot! Jason spun around then instinct commanded him to keep turning! All around! The massive general?s aide was lunging at him, his huge hands like battering rams grazing off Bourne?s shoulders as Delta One viciously lashed up his right foot, catching the sergeant?s kidney, embedding his shoe deep into the flesh while crashing the barrel of his automatic into the base of the man?s neckFlannagan lurched downward, splayed on the floor; Jason hammered his left foot into the sergeant?s head, stunning him into silence A silence that was broken by the continuous hysterical screams of a woman racing outside toward the open door of the cabinWithin seconds, General Norman Swayne?s wife burst into the room, recoiling at the sight in front of her, gripping the back of the nearest chair, unable to contain her panic ?He?s dead!? she shrieked, collapsing, swerving the chair to her side as she fell to the floor reaching for her lover?He shot himself, Eddie! Oh, my God, he killed himself!? Jason Bourne rose from his crouched position and walked to the door of the strange cabin that held so many secretsCalmly, watching his two prisoners, he closed