Jason stood motionless for a moment, staring... Jason stood motionless for a moment, staring strangely at the Frenchman“I want the years you
had, old man, I want them very, very muchThe years I’ve had with my are filled with
scars that won’t heal, can’t heal, until something inside is changed or cleansed or goes awayThat’s
the way it is
“Then you are too strong, or too stubborn or too stupid! Don’t look at me that wayI told you,
I’m not afraid of you, I’m not afraid of anyone any longerBut if what you say is true, that this is
the way things really are with you, then I suggest you leave aside all thoughts of love and
concentrate on hatredSince I cannot reason with David Webb, I must prod Jason BourneA Jackal
filled with hate must die, and only Bourne can kill himHere are your hat and sunglassesStay
against a wall or you’ll look like a military peacock, your khaki
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Without speaking, Bourne adjusted the visored hat and sunglasses, walked to the door and let
himself outHe crossed to the solid wood staircase and started rapidly down, nearly colliding with a
white jacketed black steward carrying a tray out of the second-floor exitHe nodded to the young
man, who backed away, allowing him to proceed, when a quiet, ziplike noise along with a sudden
movement caught in the corner of his eyes caused him to turnThe waiter was pulling an electronic
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beeper out of his pocket! Jason spun around, lurching up the steps, his hands lunging into the
youngster’s body, ripping the device out of his grip as the tray crashed to the floor of the landing
Straddling the youth, with one hand on the beeper and the other grasping
chanel shopping bags the steward’s throat, he
spoke breathlessly, quietly“Who had you do this? Tell me!”
“Hey, mon, I fight you!” cried the youngster, writhing, freeing his right hand and smashing a fist
into Bourne’s left cheek“We don’t want no bad mon here! Our boss-mon the best! You don’t scare
me!” The steward crashed his knee into Jason’s groin
“You young son of a bitch!” cried Le Caméléon, slapping the youngster’s face back and forth
while grabbing his aching testicles with his left hand“I’m his friend, his brother! Will you cut it
out? Johnny Saint Jay’s my brother! In-law, if it makes any goddamned difference!”
“Oh?” said the large, youthful, obviously athletic steward, a touch of resentment in his wide,
embarrassed brown eyes“You are the mon with Boss Saint Jay’s sister?”
“I’m her husbandWho the fuck are you?”
“I am first head
men's gucci wallet steward of the second floor, sir! Soon I will be on the first floor because I am
very goodI am also a very fine fighter—my father taught me, although he is old now, like youDo
you wish to fight more? I think I can beat you! You have gray in your hair—”
“Shut up! What’s the beeper all about?” asked Jason, holding up the small brown plastic
instrument as he crawled off the young waiter
“I don’t know, mon—sir! Bad things have happenedWe are told that if we see men running on
the staircases we should press the buttons
“Why?”
“The lifts, sirOur very fast elevatorsWhy would guests use the stairs?”
“What’s your name?” asked Bourne, replacing his hat and, sunglasses
“Like in Moby Dick?”
“I do not know such a person, sir
“Why?”
“I’m not sureYou’re a very good fighter
“I see no connection, mon—sir Jason got to his feet“I want you to
gucci backpack help me, IshmaelWill you?”
“Only if your brother permits it
“I must hear it from him, sir
“Yes, I do, sir,” said Ishmael, getting to his knees and reassembling the tray, separating the
broken dishes from the whole ones“Would you take the word of a strong man with gray in his hair
who runs down the stairs and attacks you and says things anyone could say? If you wish to fight,
the loser must speak the truthDo you wish to fight?”
“No, I do not wish to fight and don’t you press itI’m not that old and you’re not that good,
young manLeave the tray and come with meJacques, who, I remind you, is
my brother—my wife’s brotherTo hell with it, come on!”
“What do you want me to do, sir?” asked the steward, getting to his feet and following Jason
“Listen to me,” said Bourne, stopping and turning on the steps above the first-floor
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