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w it into the chapel toward the far end； leaped through the frame； pivoted； and slammed the heavy door shut behind him。 He lunged to the floor below the last row； pulled the radio from his pocket and pushed the Send button。
〃Johnny； the chapel。 Surround it！〃 He did not wait for St。 Jacques's reply； that there was a voice was enough。 The automatic in his hand； the hissing flare continuously erupting as shafts of color shot down from the stained…glass windows； Bourne crept to the far aisle； his eyes moving constantly； seeking out everything he no longer remembered about Tranquility Inn's chapel。 The one place where he could not look again was the lectern that held the body of the child he had killed。 。。。 On both sides of the raised platform were narrow draped archways； like scenic doors on a stage leading to minimum wing space； entrances both left and right。 Despite the anguish he felt； there welled up in Jason Bourne a deep sense of satisfaction； even of morbid elation。 The lethal game was his for the winning。 Carlos had mounted an elaborate trap and the Chameleon had reversed it； Medusa's Delta had turned it around！ Behind one of those two draped archways was the assassin from Paris。
Bourne got to his feet； his back pressed against the right wall； and raised his gun。 He fired twice into the left archway； the drapes fluttering with each shot； as he sprang behind the last row； scrambling to the far side； getting to his knees and firing twice more into the archway on the right。
A figure lunged in panic through the drapes； clutching the cloth as it fell forward； the dark red fabric ripped from the hooks； bunched around the target's shoulders as he fell to the floor。 Bourne rushed forward； screaming Carlos's name； firing again and again until the automatic's magazine was empty。 Suddenly； from above there was an explosion； blowing out a whole section of stained glass high on the left wall。 As the colored fragments shot through the air and down onto the floor； a man on a ledge outside moved into the center of the open space above the hissing； blinding flare。
〃You're out of bullets；〃 said Carlos to the stunned Jason Bourne below。 〃Thirteen years； Delta； thirteen loathsome years。 But now they'll know who won。〃
The Jackal raised his gun and fired。
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The searing ice…cold heat ripped through his neck as Bourne lunged over the pews； crashing down between the second and third rows； smashing his head and his hips on the glistening brown wood as he clawed at the floor。 His vision spun out of control as a cloud of darkness enveloped him。 In the distance； far； far away； he heard the sound of voices shouting hysterically。 Then the darkness was plete。
〃David。〃 There was no shouting now； the single voice was low and urgent and used a name he did not care to acknowledge。 〃David； can you hear me？〃
Bourne opened his eyes； instantly aware of two facts。 There was a wide bandage around his throat and he was lying fully clothed on a bed。 To his right； the anxious face of John St。 Jacques came into focus； on his left was a man he did not know； a middle…aged man with a level； steady gaze。 〃Carlos；〃 Jason managed to say； finding his voice。 〃It was the Jackal！〃
〃Then he's still on the island…this island。〃 St。 Jacques was emphatic。 〃It's been barely an hour and Henry's got Tranquility ringed。 Patrols are hovering offshore； roving back and forth； all in visual and radio contact。 He's calling it a 'drug exercise；' very quiet and very official。 A few boats e in； but none go out and none will go out。〃
〃Who's he？〃 asked Bourne； looking at the man on his left。 〃A doctor；〃 answered Marie's brother。 〃He's staying at the inn and he's a friend of mine。 I was a patient of his in…〃
〃I think we should be circumspect here；〃 interrupted the Canadian doctor firmly。 〃You asked for my help and my confidence； John； and I give both gladly； but considering the nature of the events and the fact that your brother…in…law won't be under my professional care； let's dispense with my name。〃
〃I couldn't agree with you more； Doctor；〃 added Jason； wincing； then suddenly snapping his head up； his eyes wide in an admixture of pleading and panic。 〃Ishmael！ He's dead…I killed him！〃
〃He isn't and you didn't；〃 said St。 Jacques calmly。 〃He's a goddamned mess but he's not dead。 He's one tough kid； like his father； and he'll make it。 We're flying him to the hospital in Martinique。〃
〃Christ； he was a corpse！〃
〃He was savagely beaten；〃 explained the doctor。 〃Both arms were broken； along with multiple lacerations； contusions； I suspect internal injuries and a severe concussion。 However； as John accurately described the young man； he's one tough kid。〃
〃I want the best for him。〃
〃Those were my orders。〃
〃Good。〃 Bourne moved his eyes to the doctor。 〃How damaged am I？〃
〃Without X rays or seeing how you move…symptomatically； as it were…I can only give you a cursory judgment。〃
〃Do that。〃
〃Outside of the wound； I'd say primarily traumatic shock。〃
〃Forget it。 That's not allowed。〃
〃Who says？〃 said the doctor； smiling kindly。
〃I do and I'm not trying to be funny。 The body； not the head。 I'll be the judge of the head。〃
〃Is he a native？〃 asked the doctor； looking at the owner of Tranquility Inn。 〃A white but older Ishmael？ I'll tell you he's not a physician。〃
〃Answer him； please。〃
〃All right。 The bullet passed through the left side of your neck； missing by millimeters several vital spots that would certainly have rendered you voiceless and probably dead。 I've bathed the wound and sutured it。 You'll have difficulty moving your head for a while； but that's only a superficial opinion of the damage。〃
〃In short words； I've got a very stiff neck； but if I can walk 。。。 well； I can walk。〃
〃In shorter words； that's about it。〃
〃It was the flare that did it； after all；〃 said Jason softly； carefully moving his neck back over the pillow。 〃It blinded him just enough。〃
〃What？〃 St。 Jacques leaned over the bed。
〃Never mind。 。。。 Let's see how well I walk…symptomatically； that is。〃 Bourne slid off the bed； swinging his legs cautiously to the floor； shaking his head at his brother…in…law； who started to help him。 〃No thanks； Bro。 This has got to be me on me。〃 He stood up； the inhibiting bandage around his throat progressively being more unfortable。 He stepped forward； pained by the bruises on his thighs； but they were bruises…they were minor。 A hot bath would reduce the pain； and medication； extra…strength aspirin and liniment； would permit more normal mobility。 It was the goddamned dressing around his neck； it not only choked him but forced him to move his shoulders in order to look in any direction。 。。。 Still； he considered； he was far less incapacitated than he might have been…for a man of his age。 Damn。 〃Can we loosen this necklace； Doctor？ It's strangling me。〃
〃A bit； not much。 You don't want to risk rupturing those sutures。〃
〃What about an Ace bandage？ It gives。〃
〃Too much for a neck wound。 You'd forget about it。〃
〃I promise not to。〃
〃You're very amusing。〃
〃I don't feel remotely amusing。〃
〃It's your neck。〃
〃It certainly is。 Can you get one； Johnny？〃
〃Doctor？〃 St。 Jacques looked at the physician。
〃I d