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Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

    Time Event
    12:52a
    No matter how hard he tried to keep his body in...
    No matter how hard he tried to keep
    his body in reasonable shape, he was fifty years of age; he could not do with ease what he did
    thirteen years ago in Paris when, under orders, he had stalked the JackalIt was something to think
    about, not dwell upon
    Cut its throat! roared Jason Bourne in silence
    No, countered his other self, David WebbBlame the trainer, not the animal
    Get away from me, David!
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    9
    1
    The cacophony spun out of control as the crowds swelled through the amusement park in the
    countryside on the outskirts of BaltimoreThe summer night was hot, and nearly everywhere faces
    and necks were drenched with sweat, except for those screaming as they plunged over the crests of
    a roller coaster, or shrieking as they plummeted down the narrow, twisting gullies of racing water
    in torpedo sledsThe garishly colored, manically blinking lights along the midway were joined by
    the grating sounds of emphatic music metallically erupting out of an excess of loudspeakers—
    calliopes presto, marches prestissimoPitchmen yelled above the din, nasally hawking their wares
    in monotonic harangues while erratic explosions in the sky lit up the darkness, sending sprays of
    myriad fireworks cascading over a small adjacent black lakeRoman candles bright, arcing bursts
    of fire blinding
    A row of Hit-the-Gong machines drew contorted faces and thick necks bulging with veins as
    men sought furiously and frequently in frustration to knock off chanel earrings prove their manhood, crashing heavy wooden
    mallets down on the deceitful planks that too often refused to send the little red balls up to the bells
    Across the way, others shrieked with menacing enthusiasm as they crashed their Dodge ’Em carts
    into the whirling, surrounding vehicles, each collision a triumph of superior aggression, each
    combatant a momentary movie star who overcomes all odds against himCorral
    at 9:27 in the evening in a conflict that meant nothing
    Farther along was a minor monument to sudden death, a shooting gallery that bore little
    resemblance to the innocent minimum-caliber variety found in state fairs and rural carnivals
    Instead, it was a microcosm of the most lethal equipment of modern weaponryThere were
    mocked-up versions of MAC-10 and Uzi machine pistols, steel-framed missile launchers and
    antitank bazookas, and, finally, a frightening replica of a flamethrower spewing out harsh, straight
    beams of light through billowing clouds of dark smokeAnd again there were the perspiring faces,
    continuous beads of sweat rolling over maniacal eyes and down across stretched necks—husbands,
    wives and children—their features grotesque, twisted out of shape as if each were blasting away at
    hated enemies—wives, husbands, parents and offspringAll were locked in a never-ending war
    without meaning—at 9:29 in the evening, in an amusement park whose theme was violence
    Unmitigated and unwarranted, man against himself and all his hostilities, louis vuitton denim monogram the worst, of course,
    being his fears
    A slender figure, a cane gripped in his right hand, limped past a booth where angry, excited
    customers were hurling sharp-pointed darts into balloons on which were stenciled the faces of
    public figuresAs the rubber heads exploded the bursts gave rise to fierce arguments for and
    against the sagging, pinched remnants of political icons and their dart-wielding executionersThe
    limping man continued down the midway, peering ahead through the maze of strollers as if he were
    looking for a specific location in a hectic, crowded, unfamiliar part of townHe was dressed
    casually but neatly in a jacket and sport shirt as though the oppressive heat had no effect on him
    and the jacket was somehow a requirementHis face was the pleasant face of a middle-aged man,
    but worn with premature lines and deep shadows under the eyes, all of which was the result more
    of the life he had led than of the accumulated yearsHis name was Alexander Conklin, and he was
    a retired covert operations officer in the Central Intelligence AgencyHe was also at this moment
    apprehensive and consumed with anxietyHe did not wish to be in this place at this hour, and he
    could not imagine what catastrophic event had taken place that forced him to be there
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    10
    He approached the pandemonium of the shooting gallery and suddenly gasped, stopping all
    movement, his eyes locked on a tall, balding man about his own age black quilted chanel bag with a seersucker jacket slung
    over his shoulderMorris Panov was walking toward the thunderous counter of the shooting gallery
    from the opposite direction! Why? What had happened? Conklin snapped his head around in every
    direction, his eyes darting toward faces and bodies, instinctively knowing that he and the
    psychiatrist were being watchedIt was too late to stop Panov from entering the inner circle of the
    meeting ground but perhaps not too late to get them both out! The retired intelligence officer
    reached under his jacket for the small Beretta automatic that was his constant companion, and
    lurched rapidly forward, limping and flailing his cane against the crowd, smashing kneecaps and
    prodding stomachs and breasts and kidneys until the stunned, angry strollers erupted in successive
    cries of shock, a near riot in the makingHe then rushed forward, slamming his frail body into the
    bewildered doctor and shouting into Panov’s face through the roars of the crowd, “What the hell
    are you doing here?”
    “The same thing I assume you areDavid, or should I say Jason? That’s what the telegram said
    “It’s a trap!”
    There was a piercing scream overriding the surrounding meleeBoth Conklin and Panov
    instantly looked over at the shooting gallery only yards awayAn obese woman with a pinched face
    had been shot in the throatThe crowd went into a frenzyConklin spun around trying to see where
    the shot came from, but the panic was at full pitch; he saw nothing but bag by louis vuitton rushing figuresHe grabbed
    Panov and propelled him through the screaming, frantic bodies across the midway and again
    through the strolling crowds to the base of the massive roller coaster at the end of the park, where
    excited customers were edging toward the booth through the deafening noise
    “My God!” yelled Panov“Was that meant for one of us?”
    “Maybe maybe not,” replied the former intelligence officer breathlessly as sirens and whistles
    were heard in the distance
    “You said it was a trap!”
    “Because we both got a crazy telegram from David using a name he hasn’t used in five years—
    Jason Bourne! And if I’m not mistaken, your message also said that under no condition should we
    call his houseYou move better than I do, Mo, so move those legs of yoursGet out of here—run
    like a son of a bitch and find a telephoneA pay phone, nothing traceable!”
    “What?”
    “Call his house! Tell David to pack up Marie and the kids and get out of there!”
    “What?”
    “Someone found us, Doctor! Someone looking for Jason Bourne—who’s been looking for him
    for years and won’t stop until he’s got him in his gun sightYou were in charge of David’s
    messed-up head, and I pulled every rotten string in Washington to get him and Marie out of Hong
    Kong aliveThe rules were broken and we were found, MoYou and me! The only officially
    recorded connections to Jason Bourne, address and occupation unknown
    “Do you know what you’re saying, Alex?”
    “You’re goddamned right I doGet out of here, rolex quartz watch Do

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