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Sunday, January 31st, 2010

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    12:53a
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 273 “Ah...
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    273
    “Ah ha,” cried the Deuxième associate, relishing a minor triumph of self-vindication“The
    wrong building? That is indeed a mistake of consequence, eh, Fran?ois?”
    “The consequences might have been far less tragic had you not abandoned me so hastily, as you
    so aptly phrased itInstead of listening to a man with my vast experience, you ordered me out of
    your car only to have me witness the horror moments after you fled
    “We followed your orders! We searched the building—the wrong building!”
    “Had you remained, if only for a brief conference, this might have been avoided and a friend
    might be aliveI shall have to include that judgment in my report—”
    “Please, old friend,” broke in the associate“Let us reason together for the good of the Bureau—
    ” The interruption now came with the shrill appearance of a fire truckBernardine held up his hand
    and led his protesting former comrade across the boulevard, ostensibly to get out of the way of the
    firemen, more purposefully to be within earshot of Jason Bourne“When our people arrive,” went
    on the associate of the Deuxième, his voice rising with authority, “we shall empty the buildings and
    detain every resident for thorough interrogation!”
    “My omega automatic seamaster watch God,” exclaimed Bernardine, “don’t add asininity to incompetence!”
    “What?”
    “The limousine, the brown limousine—surely you saw itThe driver said it raced away
    “That’s all he told you?”
    “Well, the truck was in flames and there was so much confusion radioing for personnel—”
    “Look at the shattered glass!” commanded Fran?ois, pointing at the storefronts away from the
    recess where Bourne was hiding“Look at the pits on the pavement and in the streetGun fire, my
    old comradeThose involved escaped believing they had killed me! Say nothing, do nothing
    Leave these people alone
    “You are incomprehensible—”
    “And you are a foolIf for any reason whatsoever there is the slightest possibility that even one
    of those killers is ordered to return here, there can be no impediments
    “Now you are inscrutable
    “Not at all,” protested Bernardine as the firemen hosed down the flames of the van, their efforts
    augmented by giant extinguishers“Send your people into each building, inquiring if everything is
    all right, explaining that the authorities have determined the terrible events on the boulevard were
    criminally orientedThe crisis has passed; there is no further alarm
    “But is that true?”
    “It’s what we want them to believe An ambulance stormed into the rolex yacht master street followed by two
    additional patrol cars, all the sirens at maximum volumeFrom the rue d’Alésia, apartment dwellers
    had gathered at both corners, many in hastily pulled—on street attire—trousers and undershirts—
    while others were in night clothes—frayed bathrobes and worn slippersNoting that the Jackal’s
    van was now a smoldering mass of twisted steel and shattered glass, Bernardine continued: “Give
    the crowds time to satisfy their morbid viewing, then send men to disperse themIn an hour or so,
    when the rubble is under control and the bodies carted away, proclaim loudly to your police
    detachment that the emergency is over, ordering all but one man back to the precinctThat man is
    to remain here on duty until the debris is cleared from the boulevardHe is also to be instructed not
    to interfere with anyone leaving the buildings, is that clear?”
    “Not for a momentYou said that someone might be hiding—”
    “I know what I said,” pressed the former Deuxième consultant
    “You will stay here, then?”
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    274
    “YesI will move slowly, inconspicuously, around the areaWhat about the police report? And my report?”
    “Use some of the truth, not all of it, of courseWord was passed to you—informer’s louis vuitton denim monogram name
    withheld—that an act of violence related to the Bureau’s narcotics division was to take place on the
    boulevard Lefebvre at precisely this hourYou commandeered a police contingent and found
    nothing, but shortly thereafter your highly professional instincts sent you back beyond the time
    span, unfortunately too late to stop the carnage
    “I might even be commended,” said the associate, suddenly frowning, wary“And your report?”
    he asked quietly
    “We’ll see if one is necessary, won’t we?” replied the newly reinstated Deuxième consultant
    The medical team wrapped the bodies of the victims and placed them in the ambulance as a
    wrecker hoisted what was left of the destroyed vehicle into the huge attached dumpsterThe crew
    swept the street, several remarking that they should not sweep too thoroughly or no one would
    recognize the LefebvreA quarter of an hour later the job was finished; the wrecker departed, the
    lone patrolman joining the crew to be dropped off at the nearest police phone several blocks away
    It was well past four o’clock in the morning, and soon the dawn would light up the sky over Paris,
    preceding the boisterous human carnival belowNow, however, the only signs of life on the
    boulevard Lefebvre were five lighted windows in the row of celebrity chanel bag stone buildings controlled by Carlos
    the JackalInside those rooms were men and women for whom sleep was not permittedThey had
    work to do for their monseigneur
    Bourne sat on the pavement, his legs outstretched, his back against the inside wall of a storefront
    across from the building where the frightened yet argumentative baker and the indignant nun had
    confronted the policeBernardine was in a similar recess several hundred feet away, opposite the
    first building where the Jackal’s van had stopped for its condemned cargoTheir agreement was
    firm: Jason would follow and take by force whoever left first from any building; the old Deuxième
    veteran would follow whoever left second, ascertain his or her destination, but make no contact
    Bourne’s judgment was that either the baker or the nun would be the assassin’s messenger, so he
    had selected the north end of the row of stone houses
    He was partially right, but he had not anticipated an embarrassment of personnel and
    conveyancesAt 5:17, two bicycles ridden by nuns in full habits and white hats wheeled up from
    the south side of the boulevard, ringing the muted bells on their handlebars as they stopped in front
    of the house that was supposedly the quarters of the Magdalen Sisters of black mulberry roxanne Charit

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