Aug112010
They ached with the pain that came
with unused...
They ached with the pain that came
with unused and abused muscles; the rhythmic strides of jogging, even running, were no
preparation for lurching or weaving, or for violently sudden stops and startsHe leaned against the
stone, breathing heavily, his eyes on the bicycle, trying to suppress a thought that kept recurring
with infuriating regularity: only a few short years ago, he would never have noticed the discomfort
in his legsThere would have been none
The sound of an unlatched bolt broke the stillness of the predawn narrow street, followed rapidly
by the grating noise of a heavy door being openedIt was the entrance to the flat in front of the
chained bicycleHis back against the wall, Jason removed the gun from his belt and watched the
woman in the nun?s habit rush to the lamppostShe fumbled with a key in the dim light, awkwardly
trying to insert it into the base of the lockBourne stepped out on the pavement and dolce and gabbana handbag walked swiftly,
silently forward
?You?ll be late for early Mass,? he said
The woman spun around, the key flying into the street, her black cloth snapping in the turn as
she plunged her right hand between the folds of her habitJason lurched, gripping her arm with his
left hand and tearing off the large white hat with his rightAt the sight of the exposed face in front
of him, he gasped
?My God,? he whispered?It?s you!?
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?I know you!? cried BourneYou
had one of those dress shops Honor??Carlos?s drop in the Faubourg! I
found you in a confessional booth in Neuilly-sur-SeineI thought you were dead The woman?s
sharp, creased, middle-aged fade was contorted in frenzyShe tried to twist out of his grip, but
Jason stepped sideways as she pivoted, yanking her away in a sweeping circular motion, crashing
her against the wall, pinning her, his left forearm across her throat?But you chanel necklace weren?t deadYou
were part of the trap that ended at the Louvre, blew apart at the Louvre! By Christ, you?re
coming with meMen died in that trap?Frenchmen died?and I couldn?t stay around and tell them
how it happened or who was responsibleIn my country, you kill a cop, it doesn?t go off the
booksIt?s no different over here; and when it?s cops, they don?t stop lookingOh, they?ll
remember the Louvre, they?ll remember their men!?
?You?re wrong!? choked the woman, her wide green eyes bulging?I?m not who you think I
am??
?You?re Lavier! Queen of the Faubourg, sole contact to the Jackal?s woman, the general?s wife
Don?t tell me I?m wrong I followed the two of you out to Neuilly?to that church with the bells
ringing and priests everywhere?one of them Carlos! Moments later his whore came back out, but
you didn?tShe left in a hurry, so I ran inside and described you to an old priest?if he was a
priest?and he told me you were chanel purses and handbags in the second confessional from the leftI walked over and pulled
the curtain and there you wereI thought you?d just been killed and everything was
happening so fastCarlos had to be there! He was within my reach, my gun?or maybe I was
within hisI raced around like a maniac and finally I saw him! Out in the street in his priestly black
clothes?I saw him, I knew it was him because he saw me and started to run through the traffic
And then I lost him, I lost him! But I had a card to playI passed the word?Lavier?s deadIt was just what I was supposed to do, wasn?t it? Wasn?t it??
?I tell you again, you are wrong!? The woman no longer struggled; it was pointlessInstead, she
remained rigid against the wall, no part of her body moving, as if by doing so she might be
permitted to speak?Will you listen to me?? she asked with difficulty, Jason?s forearm still pressed
against her throat
?Forget it, lady,? answered Bourne?You?re chanel wallet going out of here limp?a Sister of Charity being
helped, not assaulted, by a strangerYou?re about to have a fainting spellAt your age it?s a fairly
common occurrence, isn?t it??
?Wait
?We must talk!?
?We will Releasing his arm, Jason instantly crashed both his hands simultaneously into the
woman?s shoulder blades where the tendons weave into the neck musclesShe collapsed; he caught
her in the fall and carried her out of the narrow street as an adoring supplicant might a religious
social workerThe dawn light was beginning to fill the sky, and several early risers, one a young
jogger in shorts, converged on the man carrying the nun?She?s been with my wife and sick
children for nearly two days without sleep!? pleaded the Chameleon in street French?Will
someone please find me a taxi so I can take her back to her convent in the ninth arrondissement??
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
277
?I shall!? roared the young black chanel tote ru
with unused and abused muscles; the rhythmic strides of jogging, even running, were no
preparation for lurching or weaving, or for violently sudden stops and startsHe leaned against the
stone, breathing heavily, his eyes on the bicycle, trying to suppress a thought that kept recurring
with infuriating regularity: only a few short years ago, he would never have noticed the discomfort
in his legsThere would have been none
The sound of an unlatched bolt broke the stillness of the predawn narrow street, followed rapidly
by the grating noise of a heavy door being openedIt was the entrance to the flat in front of the
chained bicycleHis back against the wall, Jason removed the gun from his belt and watched the
woman in the nun?s habit rush to the lamppostShe fumbled with a key in the dim light, awkwardly
trying to insert it into the base of the lockBourne stepped out on the pavement and dolce and gabbana handbag walked swiftly,
silently forward
?You?ll be late for early Mass,? he said
The woman spun around, the key flying into the street, her black cloth snapping in the turn as
she plunged her right hand between the folds of her habitJason lurched, gripping her arm with his
left hand and tearing off the large white hat with his rightAt the sight of the exposed face in front
of him, he gasped
?My God,? he whispered?It?s you!?
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
276
27
?I know you!? cried BourneYou
had one of those dress shops Honor??Carlos?s drop in the Faubourg! I
found you in a confessional booth in Neuilly-sur-SeineI thought you were dead The woman?s
sharp, creased, middle-aged fade was contorted in frenzyShe tried to twist out of his grip, but
Jason stepped sideways as she pivoted, yanking her away in a sweeping circular motion, crashing
her against the wall, pinning her, his left forearm across her throat?But you chanel necklace weren?t deadYou
were part of the trap that ended at the Louvre, blew apart at the Louvre! By Christ, you?re
coming with meMen died in that trap?Frenchmen died?and I couldn?t stay around and tell them
how it happened or who was responsibleIn my country, you kill a cop, it doesn?t go off the
booksIt?s no different over here; and when it?s cops, they don?t stop lookingOh, they?ll
remember the Louvre, they?ll remember their men!?
?You?re wrong!? choked the woman, her wide green eyes bulging?I?m not who you think I
am??
?You?re Lavier! Queen of the Faubourg, sole contact to the Jackal?s woman, the general?s wife
Don?t tell me I?m wrong I followed the two of you out to Neuilly?to that church with the bells
ringing and priests everywhere?one of them Carlos! Moments later his whore came back out, but
you didn?tShe left in a hurry, so I ran inside and described you to an old priest?if he was a
priest?and he told me you were chanel purses and handbags in the second confessional from the leftI walked over and pulled
the curtain and there you wereI thought you?d just been killed and everything was
happening so fastCarlos had to be there! He was within my reach, my gun?or maybe I was
within hisI raced around like a maniac and finally I saw him! Out in the street in his priestly black
clothes?I saw him, I knew it was him because he saw me and started to run through the traffic
And then I lost him, I lost him! But I had a card to playI passed the word?Lavier?s deadIt was just what I was supposed to do, wasn?t it? Wasn?t it??
?I tell you again, you are wrong!? The woman no longer struggled; it was pointlessInstead, she
remained rigid against the wall, no part of her body moving, as if by doing so she might be
permitted to speak?Will you listen to me?? she asked with difficulty, Jason?s forearm still pressed
against her throat
?Forget it, lady,? answered Bourne?You?re chanel wallet going out of here limp?a Sister of Charity being
helped, not assaulted, by a strangerYou?re about to have a fainting spellAt your age it?s a fairly
common occurrence, isn?t it??
?Wait
?We must talk!?
?We will Releasing his arm, Jason instantly crashed both his hands simultaneously into the
woman?s shoulder blades where the tendons weave into the neck musclesShe collapsed; he caught
her in the fall and carried her out of the narrow street as an adoring supplicant might a religious
social workerThe dawn light was beginning to fill the sky, and several early risers, one a young
jogger in shorts, converged on the man carrying the nun?She?s been with my wife and sick
children for nearly two days without sleep!? pleaded the Chameleon in street French?Will
someone please find me a taxi so I can take her back to her convent in the ninth arrondissement??
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
277
?I shall!? roared the young black chanel tote ru
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