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〃You were under the protection of the United States government on a short East Side block in New York thirteen years ago and it didn't do you much good。〃
〃There's a great deal of difference。 Back then the Jackal knew exactly where I was going and when I'd be there。 Right now he has no idea we even know he's in Moscow。 He's got other problems； big ones for him； and he thinks we're here in Paris…he's ordered his people to keep searching for us。〃
〃What will you do in Moscow？〃
〃We won't know until we get there； but whatever it is； it's better than here in Paris。 Krupkin's been busy。 Every ranking officer in Dzerzhinsky Square who speaks French is being watched and is under surveillance。 He said the French narrowed down the possibilities and that something should break。 。。。 Something will break； the odds are on our side。 And when it does； I can't be worried about you back here。〃
〃That's the nicest thing you've said in the past thirty…six hours。〃
〃So be it。 You should be with the children and you know that。 You'll be out of reach and safe 。。。 and the kids need you。 Mrs。 Cooper's a terrific lady； but she's not their mother。 Besides； your brother probably has Jamie smoking his Cuban cigars and playing Monopoly with real money by now。〃
Marie looked up at her husband； a gentle smile apparent in the darkness as well as in her voice。 〃Thanks for the laugh。 I need it。〃
〃It's probably the truth…your brother； I mean。 If there are good…looking women on the staff； it's quite possible our son's lost his virginity。〃
〃David！〃 Bourne was silent。 Marie chuckled briefly； then went on。 〃I suppose I really can't argue with you。〃
〃And you would if my argument was flawed； Dr。 St。 Jacques。 That's something I've learned over the past thirteen years。〃
〃I still object to this crazy trip back to Washington！ From here to Marseilles； then to London； then on a flight to Dulles。 It'd be so much simpler just to get on a plane from Orly to the States。〃
〃It's Peter Holland's idea。 He'll meet you himself； so ask him； he doesn't say an awful lot on the phone。 I suspect he doesn't want to deal with the French authorities for fear of a leak to Carlos's people。 A single woman with a mon name on crowded flights is probably best。〃
〃I'll spend more time sitting in airports than in the air。〃
〃Probably； so cover those great legs of yours and carry a Bible。〃
〃That's sweet；〃 said Marie； touching his face。 〃I suddenly hear you； David。〃
〃What？〃 Again Bourne did not respond to the warmth。
〃Nothing。 。。。 Do me a favor； will you？〃
〃What is it？〃 asked Jason； in a distant monotone。
〃Bring that David back to me。〃
〃Let's get an update on the plane；〃 said Bourne； his voice flat and abrupt as he touched her elbow and led her back inside。 I'm getting older…old…and I cannot much longer be what I am not。 The Chameleon is slipping away； the imagination isn't there the way it used to be。 But I cannot stop！ Not now！ Get away from me； David Webb！
No sooner had they reentered the small terminal than the telephone on the counter began to ring。 The lone clerk picked it up。 〃Oui？〃 He listened for no more than five seconds。 〃Merci；〃 he said； hanging up and addressing the four interested parties in French。 〃That was the tower。 The plane from Poitiers will be on the ground in approximately four minutes。 The pilot requests that you be ready； madame； as he would like to fly ahead of the weather front moving east。〃
〃So would I；〃 agreed Marie； rushing to Alex Conklin and Mo Panov。 The farewells were brief； the embraces strong； the words heartfelt。 Bourne led his wife back outside。 〃I just remembered…where are Krupkin's guards？〃 she asked as Jason unlatched the gate and they walked toward the lighted runway。
〃We don't need them or want them；〃 he answered。 〃The Soviet connection was made in the Montaigne； so we have to assume the embassy's being watched。 No guards rushing out into cars； therefore no movement on our part for Carlos's people to report。〃
〃I see。〃 The sound of a small decelerating jet could be heard as the plane circled the airfield once and made its descent onto the four…thousand…foot runway。 〃I love you so much； David；〃 said Marie； raising her voice to be heard over the roar of the aircraft； rolling toward them。
〃He loves you so much；〃 said Bourne； images colliding in his mind。 〃I love you so much。〃
The jet loomed clearly into view between the rows of amber lights； a white bullet…like machine with short delta wings sweeping back from the fuselage； giving it the appearance of an angry flying insect。 The pilot swung the plane around in a circle； ing to a jarring stop as the automatic passenger door sprang out and up while metal steps slapped down to the ground。 Jason and Marie ran toward the jet's entrance。
It happened with the sudden impact of a murderous wind shear； at once unstoppable； enveloping； the swirling winds of death！ Gunfire。 Automatic weapons…two of them； one nearby； one farther away…shattering windows； ripping into wood； a piercing screech of pain erupting from the terminal； announcing a mortal hit。
With both hands Bourne gripped Marie by the waist； heaving her up and propelling her into the plane as he shouted to the pilot。 〃Shut the door and get out of here！〃
〃Mon Dieu！〃 cried the man from the open flight deck。 〃Allez…vous…en！〃 he roared； ordering Jason away from the spring…hinged door and the metal steps； gunning the jet's engine as the plane lurched forward。 Jason plunged to the ground and raised his eyes。 Marie's face was pressed against the window； she was screaming hysterically。 The plane thundered down the runway； it was free。
Bourne was not。 He was caught in the wash of the amber lights； the glowing rows a cyclorama of yellowish orange。 No matter where he stood or knelt or crouched he was in silhouette。 So he pulled out the automatic from his belt…the weapon； he reflected； given to him by Bernardine…and began slithering； snaking his way across the asphalt toward the bordering grass outside the fenced…gate area。
The gunfire erupted again； but now they were three scattered single shots from within the terminal； where the lights had been extinguished。 They had to have e from Conklin's gun； or possibly the clerk's if he had a weapon； Panov did not。 Then who had been hit？ 。。。 No time！ A shattering fusillade burst out of the nearest automatic rifle； it was steady； prolonged and deadly； spraying the side of the small building and the gate area。
Then the second automatic weapon menced firing； from the sound it was on the opposite side of the terminal's waiting room。 Moments later there were two single shots； the last one acpanied by a scream 。。。 again on the other side of the building。
〃I've been hit！〃 The voice was the cry of a man in pain 。。。 on the other side of the building。 The automatic rifle！ Jason slowly rose to a low crouch in the grass and peered into the darkness。 A fragment of blacker darkness moved。 He raised his automatic and fired into the moving mass； getting to his feet and racing across the gate area； turning and squeezing the trigger until he was both out of bullets and out of sight on the east side of the building； where the runway ended and the amber lights stopped。