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Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

    Time Event
    12:24a
    David Webb, Oriental scholar and for three years...
    David Webb, Oriental scholar
    and for three years Jason Bourne, assassin, had two additional aliases with passports, driver’s
    licenses and voter registration cards to confirm the identitiesAnd since no cabs would travel out to
    Cactus’s “turf,” an unemployed neighbor wearing several heavy gold chains around his neck and
    wrists drove Cactus’s client into the heart of Washington in his new Cadillac Allanté
    Jason found a pay phone in Garfinkel’s department store and called Alex in Virginia, giving him
    both aliases and selecting one for the Mayflower hotelConklin would officially secure a room
    through the management in the event that summer reservations were tightFurther, Langley would
    activate a Four Zero imperative and do its best to furnish Bourne with the material he dolce and gabbana handbag needed,
    delivering it to his room as soon as possibleThe estimate was a minimum of an additional three
    hours, no guarantees as to the time or authenticityRegardless, thought Jason, as Alex reconfirmed
    the information on a second direct line to the CIA, he needed at least two of those three hours
    before going to the hotelHe had a small wardrobe to put together; the Chameleon was reverting to
    type
    “Steve DeSole tells me he’ll start spinning the disks, crosschecking ours with the army data
    banks and naval intelligence,” said Conklin, returning to the line“Peter Holland can make it
    happen; he’s the president’s crony
    “Crony? That’s an odd word coming from you
    “Like in crony appointmentHow about you? Any progress?”
    Conklin paused, and when he answered his quiet voice conveyed his fear; it was black gucci bag controlled but
    the fear was there“Let’s put it this wayI’m not equipped for what I’ve learnedI’ve been away
    too longI’m afraid, Jason—sorry
    “You’re right the first timeHave you discussed—”
    “Nothing by name,” broke in the retired intelligence officer quickly, firmly
    “You couldn’t,” contradicted Alex With these cryptic words
    Conklin abruptly hung up
    Slowly Bourne did the same, frowning in concernAlex was the one now sounding
    melodramatic, and it was not like him to think that way or act that wayControl was his byword,
    understatement his personaWhatever he had learned profoundly disturbed him so much so as to
    make it seem to Bourne that he no longer trusted the procedures he himself had set up, or even the
    people he was working withOtherwise he would have been clearer, more forthcoming; chanel wallet instead, for
    reasons Jason could not fathom, Alexander Conklin did not want to talk about Medusa or whatever
    he had learned in peeling away twenty years of deceitWas it possible?
    No time! No use, not now, considered Bourne, looking around the huge department storeAlex
    was not only as good as his word, he lived by it, as long as one was not an enemyRuefully,
    suppressing a short throated laugh, Jason remembered Paris thirteen years agoHe knew that side
    of Alex, tooBut for the cover of gravestones in a cemetery on the outskirts of Rambouillet, his
    closest friend would have killed himThat was then, not nowConklin said he’d “be in touch He
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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    wouldUntil then the Chameleon had to build several coversFrom the inside to the outside, from
    underwear to chloe white outerwear and everything in betweenNo chance of a laundry or a cleaning mark
    coming to light, no microscopic chemical evidence of a regionally distributed detergent or fluid—
    nothingHe had given too muchIf he had to kill for David’s family oh, my God! For my family!
    he refused to live with the consequences of that killing or those killingsWhere he was going
    there were no rules; the innocent might well die in the cross fireDavid Webb would
    violently object, but Jason Bourne didn’t give a goddamnHe’d been there before; he knew the
    statistics, Webb knew nothing
    Marie, I’ll stop him! I promise you I’ll rip him out of your livesI’ll take the Jackal and leave a
    dead manHe’ll never be able to touch you again—you’ll be free
    Oh, Christ, who am I? Mo, help me! No, Mo, don’t! I am what I have tiffany canada t

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