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Wednesday, November 24th, 2010

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    5:52a
    @@@@@The impossible! The Jackal’s van blew up,
    @@@@@The impossible!
    The Jackal’s van blew up, the explosion firing the dark Paris sky, and the moment it happened a
    brown limousine screeched around the nearest corner, the windows open, men in the black spaces,
    weapons in their grips, spraying the entire area with thunderous, indiscriminate fireJason lunged
    into the nearest recess, curling up into a fetal position in the shadows, accepting the fact—not in
    fear but in fury—that it might well be his last moments of lifeFailed Marie and his
    children! He spun off the concrete, the weapon in his handHe would kill, kill!
    That was the way of Jason Bourne
    Then the incredible happenedA siren? The police? The brown limousine shot
    forward, skirting the flaming wreck of the Jackal’s van and disappeared into the dark streets as a
    patrol car raced out of the opposing darkness, its siren screaming, the tires screeching as it skidded
    to a stop only yards from the flames of the demolished vehicleNothing made sense! thought Jason
    Where before there had been five patrol cars, only one had returnedWhy? And even that question
    was superfluousCarlos had mounted a strategy employing not one but seven, conceivably eight,
    decoys, all expendable, all led to their terrible death by the consummate self-protectorThe Jackal
    had sprung himself from the trap that had been reversed by his hated quarry, Delta, the product of
    Medusa, a creation of American intelligenceOnce again, the assassin had outthought him, but he
    had not killed himThere would be another day, another night
    “Bernardine!” screamed the Deuxième official who less than thirty minutes ago had officially
    disowned his colleagueLeaping out of the patrol car, the man shouted again“Bernardine! Where
    are you? My God, where are you? I came back, old friend, for I could not leave you! My God,
    you were right, I see that now for myself! Oh, Christ, tell me you’re alive! Answer me!”
    “Another is dead,” came the reply from Bernardine as his gaunt figure walked slowly, with
    difficulty, out of the storefront two hundred feet north of Bourne“I tried to tell you but you would
    not listen—”
    “I was perhaps too hasty!” roared the official, running to the old man and embracing him as the
    others in the patrol car, their arms crossed in front of their faces, surrounded the burning van but at
    a considerable distance“I’ve radioed for our people to return!” added the official“You must
    believe me, old friend, I came back because I couldn’t leave you in anger, not my old comradeI
    had no idea that pig from the newspaper actually assaulted you, struck youHe told me and I threw
    him out! I came back for you, you see that, don’t you? But, my God, I never expected anything
    like this!”
    “It’s horrible,” said the Deuxième veteran, while cautiously, his eyes straying rapidly up and
    down the boulevard, he surveyed the areaHe specifically noted the many frightened, intense faces
    in the windows of the three stone buildin
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    and
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