Then why isn’t he out on the water, mon? On... Then why isn’t he out on the water, mon? On the
lead boat, mon?”
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“Do you like him?” asked Bourne instinctively, surprising himself by his own question“I mean,
do you respect him? I could be wrong but I seem to sense something—”
“You are not wrong, sir,” answered the first guard, interrupting“The provost is a cruel man and
he doesn’t like the ‘Punjabis,’ as he calls usHe’s very quick to accuse us, and many have lost work
because of his rash accusations
“Why don’t you complain, get rid of him? The British will listen to you
“The Crown governor will not, sir,” explained the second guard“He’s very partial to his strict
chief of narcoticsThey are good friends and often go out after the big fish together Jason did see and was suddenly alarmed, very alarmed“Saint Jay told me there used to
be a path behind the chapelHe said it might be
hermes birkins overgrown, but he thought it was still there
“It is,” confirmed the first commando“The help still use it to go down to the water on their off
times
“How long is it?”
“Thirty-five, forty metersIt leads to an incline where steps have been cut out of the rocks that
take one down to the beach
“Which of you is faster?” asked Bourne, reaching into his pocket and taking out the reel of
fishing line
“I am!”
“I choose you,” said Jason, nodding his head at the shorter first guard, handing him the reel“Go
down on the border of that path and wherever you can, string this line across it, tying it to limbs or
trunks or the strongest branches you can findYou mustn’t be seen, so be alert, see in the dark
“Is no problem, mon!”
“Have you got a knife?”
“Do I have eyes?”
“GoodHurry!”
The guard scrambled away along the vine-tangled precipice and disappeared into the dense
foliage beyondThe second
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are much longer
“Which is why I chose him and I suspect you know itLong legs are no advantage here, only an
impediment, which I happen to knowAlso, he’s much shorter and less likely to be spotted
“The smaller ones always get the better assignmentsThey parade us up front and put us in
boxing rings with rules we don’t understand, but the small soldiers get the plumbies
“ ‘Plumbies’? The better jobs?”
“Yes, sir
“The most dangerous jobs?”
“Yes, mon!”
“Live with it, big fella
“What do we do now, sir?”
Bourne looked above at the wall and the soft wash of colored lights“It’s called the waiting
game—no love songs implied, only the hatred that comes from wanting to live when others want to
kill youThere’s nothing quite like it because you can’t do anythingAll you can do is think about
what the enemy may or may not
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consideredAs somebody once said, I’d rather be in Philadelphia
“Where, mon?”
“Nothing
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Suddenly, filling the air above in chilling horror, came a prolonged excruciating scream,
followed by words shrieked in pain“Non, non! Vous êtes monstrueux! Arrêtez, arrêtez, je vous
supplie!”
“Now!” cried Jason, slinging the strap of his Uzi over his shoulder as he leaped onto the wall,
gripping the edge, pulling himself up as the blood poured out of his neckHe could not get up! He
could not get over! Then strong hands pulled him and he fell over the top of the wall“The lights!”
he shouted“Shoot them out!”
The tall commando’s Uzi blazing, the lines of floodlights exploded in the ground on both sides
of the chapel’s pathAgain, strong black hands pulled him to his feet in the new darknessAnd
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a single shaft of yellow appeared, roving swiftly in all directions; it was a powerful halogen
flashlight in the commando’s left handThe figure of a blood-drenched old man in a tan gabardine
suit lay curled up in the path, his throat slit
“Stop! In the name of almighty God, stop where you are!” came Fontaine’s voice from inside
the chapel, the open half door revealing the flickering light of the electric candlesThey approached
the entrance, automatic weapons leveled, prepared for continuous fire but not prepared for what
they sawBourne closed his eyes, the sight was too painfulOld Fontaine, like young Ishmael, was
sprawled over the lectern on the raised platform beneath the blown-out, stained-glass windows of
the left wall, his face running with blood where he had been slashed, and attached to his body were
thin cables that led to various black boxes on both sides of the
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