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Thursday, September 30th, 2010

    Time Event
    12:27a
    “Aleksei, stay put! Admit no one into your rooms...
    “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 protégé 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 hermes wallet 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 mens gucci watches hollowed—
    out prosthetic boot
    “We’ve formed a tactical assault squad, men and women in civilian clothes—they’re being
    given instructions now and will be there shortly
    “But we have purposely not alerted the hotel staff or the police
    “You’d be idiots if you did,” broke in Alex“We’ll settle for taking the son of a bitch here!
    We’d never do it with uniforms prowling around or clerks in hystericsThe Jackal has eyes in his
    kneecaps
    “Do as I say,” ordered the Soviet“Admit no one, stay away from the windows and take all
    precautionsWhat do you mean, the windows? He’ll need time to find out where we are to
    question the maids, the stewards
    “Forgive me, old friend,” interrupted Krupkin, “but an angelic priest inquiring at the desk about
    two Americans, one with a pronounced limp, during the early vintage hermes morning rush in the lobby?”
    “Good point, even if you’re paranoid
    “You’re on a high floor, and directly across the Marx Prospekt is the roof of an office building
    “You also think pretty fast
    “Certainly faster than that fool in DzerzhinskyI would have reached you long before now, but
    my commissar Kartoshki over there didn’t call me until two minutes ago
    “I’ll wake up Bourne
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    387
    “Be careful
    Conklin did not hear the Soviet’s final admonitionInstead, he swiftly replaced the telephone
    and pulled on his boot, carelessly lashing the Velcro straps around his calfHe then opened the
    bedside table drawer and took out the Graz Burya automatic, a specially designed KGB weapon
    with three clips of ammunitionThe Graz, as it was commonly known, was unique insofar as chanel white purse it was
    the only automatic known that would accept a silencerThe cylindrical instrument had rolled to the
    front of the drawer; he removed it and spun it into the short barrelUnsteadily, he got into his
    trousers, shoved the weapon into his belt and crossed to the doorHe opened it and limped out only
    to find Jason, fully dressed, standing in front of a window in the ornate Victorian sitting room
    “That had to be Krupkin,” said BourneGet away from the window
    “Carlos?” Bourne instantly stepped back and turned to Alex“He knows we’re in Moscow?” he
    askedThen added, “He knows where we are?”
    “The odds are yes to both questions In short concise statements, Conklin related Krupkin’s
    information“Does all this tell you something?” asked Alex when he had finished
    “He’s blown apart,” answered Jason jumbo chanel flap bag quietly

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