Bourne Trilogy by Ludlum Robert

Author:Ludlum, Robert
Format: epub

'My right arm's no piece of cake, either!' said the Englishman, struggling to remove the slipknots. His hands freed, the assassin shook them, then sucked the blood from his wounds. 'You got your magic box, Mr Bourne"? he asked.

'Always an arm's length away, Mr Bourne,' replied Jason. 'What do you need?

Tape. Fingers bleed. It's called gravity.'

'You're so well schooled.' Bourne reached behind him for the knapsack and pulled it forward, dropping it in front of the commando, his gun levelled at the killer's head. 'Feel around. It's a spool near the top.'

'Got it,' said the assassin, removing the tape and rapidly winding it around his thumbs. This is one rotten fucking thing to do to anybody,' he added when he had finished.

Think of d'Anjou,' said Jason flatly.

'He wanted to die, for Christ's sake! What the hell was / supposed to do?'

'Nothing. Because you are nothing.'

'Well then, that kind of puts me on your level, doesn't it, sport? He made me into you!'

'You don't have the talent,' said Jason Bourne. 'You're lacking. You can't think geometrically.'

'What does that mean?'

'Ponder it.' Delta rose to his feet. 'Get up,' he commanded.

Tell me,' said the assassin, pushing himself off the ground and staring at the weapon aimed at his head. 'Why me?' Why did you ever get out of the business?'

'Because I was never in it.'

Suddenly, floodlights - one after another - began to wash over the field, and with a single brilliant illumination, yellow marker lights appeared along the entire length of the runway. Men ran out of the barracks, a number towards the hangar, others behind their quarters where the engines of unseen vehicles abruptly roared. The lights of the terminal were turned on; activity was at once everywhere.

Take his jacket off and the hat,' ordered Bourne, pointing the gun at the unconscious guard. 'Put them on.'

They won't fit!'

'You can have them altered in Savile Row. Move?

The impostor did as he was told, his right arm so much a problem that Jason had to hold the sleeve for him. With Bourne prodding the commando with the gun, both men ran to the wall of the hangar, then moved cautiously towards the end of the building.

'Do we agree?' asked Bourne, whispering, looking at the face that was so like his own years ago. 'We get out or we die?'

'Understood,' answered the commando. That screaming bastard with his bloody fancy sword is a fucking lunatic. I want out!'

That reaction wasn't on your face.'

'If it had been the maniac might have turned on me!'

'Who is her

'Never got a name. Only a series of connections to reach him. The first was a man at the Guangdong garrison named Soo Jiang-'

'I've heard the name. They call him "The Pig".'

'It's probably accurate, I don't know.'

Then what?'

'A number is left at table five at a casino in-'

The Kam Pek, Macao,' interrupted Jason. 'What then?

'I call the number and speak French. This Soo Jiang is one of the few Slants who speak the language. He sets the time of the meet; it's always the same place.

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