Aug112010
Open your eyes and wake up, sailorWe?ve...
Open your eyes and wake up, sailorWe?ve got
complications
?I don?t have to wake up,? said the voice from Fairfax, Virginia?I just got back from a fivemile
jog
?Oh, you people with feet think you?re so smart
?Jesus, I?m sorry, AlexI didn?t mean??
?Of course you didn?t, Ensign Holland, but we?ve got a problem
?Which means at least you?ve made contact
?He?s standing over my shoulder and we?re calling from the Soviet embassy in Paris
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?What? Holy shit!?
?Not holy, just Casset, remember??
?Oh, yes, I forgotWhat about his wife??
?Mo Panov?s with herThe good doctor?s covering the medical bases, for which I?m gratefulAny other progress??
?Nothing you want to hear, but you?re going gucci clearance to hear it loud and clear
?What are you talking about??
?The Jackal knows about the Tannenbaum estate
?You?re nuts!? shouted the director of the Central Intelligence Agency so loudly that there was a
metallic ring on the transoceanic line?Nobody knows! Only Charlie Casset and myselfWe built
up a chrono with false names and Central American bios so far removed from Paris that no one
could make a connectionAlso, there was no mention of the Tannenbaum place in the orders! S?
help me, Alex, it was airtight because we wouldn?t let anyone else handle it!?
?Facts are facts, PeterMy friend got a note saying the trees of Tannenbaum would burn, the
children with them
?Son of a bitch!? yelled Holland?Stay on the line,? he quilted chanel bags orderedJacques over there,
then max-security and have them moved this morningStay on the line!? Conklin looked up at
Bourne, the telephone between them, the words heard by both men
?If there?s a leak, and there is a leak, it can?t come from Langley,? said Alex
?It has to! He hasn?t looked deep enough
?Where does he look??
?Christ, you?re the expertsThe helicopter that flew them out; the crew, the people who cleared
an American aircraft flying into UK territoryMy God! Carlos bought the lousy Crown governor of
Montserrat and his head drug chiefWhat?s to prevent him from owning the communications
between our military and Plymouth??
?But you heard him,? insisted Conklin?The names were fake, the chronologies oriented to
Central cartier must 21 America, and above all, no one on the relay flights knew about the Tannenbaum estate
?Please spare me that crypto-jargon
?It?s not cryptic at allA gap?s a space that hasn?t been filled??
?Alex?? The angry voice of Peter Holland was back on the line
?Yes, Peter??
?We?re moving them out, and I won?t even tell you where they?re goingJacques?s pissed off
because MrsCooper and the kids are settled, but I told him he?s got an hour
?I want to talk to Johnny,? said Bourne, bending over and speaking loud enough to be heard
?Nice to meet you, if only on the phone,? broke in Holland
?Thanks for all you?re doing for us,? managed Jason quietly, sincerely
?Quid pro quo, BourneIn your hunt for the Jackal you pulled a big ugly rabbit out of a purse logo filthy
hat nobody knew was there
?What??
?Medusa, the new one
?How?s it going?? interrupted Conklin
?We?re doing our own cross-pollinating between the Sicilians and a number of European banks
It?s dirtying up everything it touches, but we?ve now got more wires into that high-powered law
firm in New York than in a NASA lift-off
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?Good hunting,? said Jason?May I have the number at Tannenbaum?s so I can reach John St
Jacques??
Holland gave it to him; Alex wrote it down and hung up?The horn?s all yours,? said Conklin,
awkwardly getting out of the chair by the console and moving to the one at the right corner of the
table
Bourne sat down and concentrated on the myriad buttons below fake birkin hi
complications
?I don?t have to wake up,? said the voice from Fairfax, Virginia?I just got back from a fivemile
jog
?Oh, you people with feet think you?re so smart
?Jesus, I?m sorry, AlexI didn?t mean??
?Of course you didn?t, Ensign Holland, but we?ve got a problem
?Which means at least you?ve made contact
?He?s standing over my shoulder and we?re calling from the Soviet embassy in Paris
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
325
?What? Holy shit!?
?Not holy, just Casset, remember??
?Oh, yes, I forgotWhat about his wife??
?Mo Panov?s with herThe good doctor?s covering the medical bases, for which I?m gratefulAny other progress??
?Nothing you want to hear, but you?re going gucci clearance to hear it loud and clear
?What are you talking about??
?The Jackal knows about the Tannenbaum estate
?You?re nuts!? shouted the director of the Central Intelligence Agency so loudly that there was a
metallic ring on the transoceanic line?Nobody knows! Only Charlie Casset and myselfWe built
up a chrono with false names and Central American bios so far removed from Paris that no one
could make a connectionAlso, there was no mention of the Tannenbaum place in the orders! S?
help me, Alex, it was airtight because we wouldn?t let anyone else handle it!?
?Facts are facts, PeterMy friend got a note saying the trees of Tannenbaum would burn, the
children with them
?Son of a bitch!? yelled Holland?Stay on the line,? he quilted chanel bags orderedJacques over there,
then max-security and have them moved this morningStay on the line!? Conklin looked up at
Bourne, the telephone between them, the words heard by both men
?If there?s a leak, and there is a leak, it can?t come from Langley,? said Alex
?It has to! He hasn?t looked deep enough
?Where does he look??
?Christ, you?re the expertsThe helicopter that flew them out; the crew, the people who cleared
an American aircraft flying into UK territoryMy God! Carlos bought the lousy Crown governor of
Montserrat and his head drug chiefWhat?s to prevent him from owning the communications
between our military and Plymouth??
?But you heard him,? insisted Conklin?The names were fake, the chronologies oriented to
Central cartier must 21 America, and above all, no one on the relay flights knew about the Tannenbaum estate
?Please spare me that crypto-jargon
?It?s not cryptic at allA gap?s a space that hasn?t been filled??
?Alex?? The angry voice of Peter Holland was back on the line
?Yes, Peter??
?We?re moving them out, and I won?t even tell you where they?re goingJacques?s pissed off
because MrsCooper and the kids are settled, but I told him he?s got an hour
?I want to talk to Johnny,? said Bourne, bending over and speaking loud enough to be heard
?Nice to meet you, if only on the phone,? broke in Holland
?Thanks for all you?re doing for us,? managed Jason quietly, sincerely
?Quid pro quo, BourneIn your hunt for the Jackal you pulled a big ugly rabbit out of a purse logo filthy
hat nobody knew was there
?What??
?Medusa, the new one
?How?s it going?? interrupted Conklin
?We?re doing our own cross-pollinating between the Sicilians and a number of European banks
It?s dirtying up everything it touches, but we?ve now got more wires into that high-powered law
firm in New York than in a NASA lift-off
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
326
?Good hunting,? said Jason?May I have the number at Tannenbaum?s so I can reach John St
Jacques??
Holland gave it to him; Alex wrote it down and hung up?The horn?s all yours,? said Conklin,
awkwardly getting out of the chair by the console and moving to the one at the right corner of the
table
Bourne sat down and concentrated on the myriad buttons below fake birkin hi
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