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    seemingly offhand data that might conceivably link the three to each other when no apparent
    connection existed between themAccording to their passports, these three Americans had flown in
    to Philadelphia’s International Airport within six days of one another eight months agoTwo
    women and a man, the women from Marrakesh and Lisbon, the man from West BerlinThe first
    woman was an interior decorator on a collecting trip to the old Moroccan city, the second an
    executive for the Chase Bank, Foreign Department; the man was an aerospace engineer on loan to
    the Air Force from McDonnell-DouglasWhy would three such obviously different people, with
    such dissimilar professions, converge on the same city within a week of one another? Coincidence?
    Entirely possible, but considering the number of international airports in the country, including the
    most frequented—New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Miami—the coincidence of Philadelphia
    seemed unlikelyStranger still, and even more unlikely, was the fact that these same three people
    were staying at the same hotel at the same time in Washington eight months laterJason wondered
    what Alex Conklin would say when he told him
    “I’m getting the book on each of them,” said Alex, sinking into an armchair across from the
    couch and the printouts
    “You knew?”
    “It wasn’t hard to put togetherOf course, it was a hell of a lot easier with a computer doing the
    scanning
    “You might have included a note! I’ve been poring over these things since eight o’clock
    “I didn’t find it—them—until after nine and I didn’t want to call you from Virginia
    “That’s another story, isn’t it?” said Bourne, sitting down on the couch, once again leaning
    forward anxiously
    “Yes, it is, and it’s God-awful
    “Medusa?”
    “It’s worse than I thought, and worse than that, I didn’t think it could be
    “It’s a bowelful,” countered the retired intelligence officerPentagon
    procurements? The Federal Trade Commission? Our ambassador in London, or would you like the
    supreme commander of NATO?”
    “My God !”
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    “Oh, I can go one betterFor size, try on the chairman of the Joint Chiefs
    “Christ, what is it? Some kind of cabal?”
    “That’s so academic, DrNow try collusion, down deep and elusive and after all these
    years still breathing, still aliveThey’re in contact with each other in high placesWhy?”
    “What’s the purpose? The objective?”
    “I just said that, asked that, really
    “There has to be a reason!”
    “Try motiveI just said that, too, and it may be as simple as hiding past s
    2:31a
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    toward the far end, leaped through the frame, pivoted, and slammed the heavy door shut behind
    himHe lunged to the floor below the last row, pulled the radio from his pocket and pushed the
    Send buttonSurround it!” He did not wait for StJacques’s reply; that there was a voice
    was enoughThe automatic in his hand, the hissing flare continuously erupting as shafts of color
    shot down from the stained-glass windows, Bourne crept to the far aisle, his eyes moving
    constantly, seeking out louis vuitton online everything he no longer remembered about Tranquility Inn’s chapelThe
    one place where he could not look again was the lectern that held the body of the child he had
    killedOn both sides of the raised platform were narrow draped archways, like scenic doors on a
    stage leading to minimum wing space, entrances both left and rightDespite the anguish he felt,
    there welled up in Jason Bourne a deep sense of satisfaction, even of morbid elationThe lethal
    game was his for the winningCarlos had mounted an elaborate trap and the Chameleon had
    reversed it, Medusa’s Delta had tiffany price turned it around! Behind one of those two draped archways was the
    assassin from Paris
    Bourne got to his feet, his back pressed against the right wall, and raised his gunHe fired twice
    into the left archway, the drapes fluttering with each shot, as he sprang behind the last row,
    scrambling to the far side, getting to his knees and firing twice more into the archway on the right
    A figure lunged in panic through the drapes, clutching the cloth as it fell forward, the dark red
    fabric ripped from the hooks, bunched around the target’s shoulders as he fell to the seamaster omega floorBourne
    rushed forward, screaming Carlos’s name, firing again and again until the automatic’s magazine
    was emptySuddenly, from above there was an explosion, blowing out a whole section of stained
    glass high on the left wallAs the colored fragments shot through the air and down onto the floor, a
    man on a ledge outside moved into the center of the open space above the hissing, blinding flare
    “You’re out of bullets,” said Carlos to the stunned Jason Bourne below“Thirteen years, Delta,
    thirteen loathsome yearsBut now they’ll know who won
    The Jackal raised his Cartier Watches Tortue gun and fired
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    The searing ice-cold heat ripped through his neck as Bourne lunged over the pews, crashing down
    between the second and third rows, smashing his head and his hips on the glistening brown wood as
    he clawed at the floorHis vision spun out of control as a cloud of darkness enveloped himIn the
    distance, far, far away, he heard the sound of voices shouting hystericallyThen the darkness was
    complete There was no shouting now; the single voice was low and urgent and used a name he
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