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gatehouse; the officer of the guard picked it up and listened, then instantly screamed at the top of
his lungs“Madness, it’s complete madness! Are you certain?”
“What is it?” roared Benjamin, rushing to the window
“ ‘Egypt!’ ” he screamed, his ear pressed to the telephone‘Cairo’ and ‘Tel
Aviv’—fires everywhere, bombs everywhere! No one can keep up with the devastation; the trucks
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crash into one another in the narrow streetsThe hydrants are blown up; water flows in the gutters
but the streets are still in flamesAnd some idiot just got on the line and asked if the No Smoking
signs were properly placed while the wooden gucci backpacks buildings are on their way to becoming rubble! Idiots
They are all idiots!”
“Get back here!” yelled Bourne, having made the jeep lurch through the gate“He’s in here
somewhere! You drive and I’ll—” Jason’s words were cut off by a deafening explosion up ahead in
the center of “Madrid’s” Paseo del PradoIt was an enormous detonation, lumber and stone arcing
up into the flaming skyThen, as if the Paseo itself were a living, throbbing immense wall of fire,
the flames rolled forward, swinging to the left out of the “city” into the road that was the approach
to the border gate“Look!” shouted Bourne, reaching down out of the jeep, his hand scraping the
graveled surface beneath; he brought his fingers to diaper bag gucci his face, his nostrils“The
whole goddamned road’s soaked with gasoline!” A burst of fire imploded thirty yards in front of
the jeep, sending stones and dirt smashing into the metal grille, and propelling the flames forward
with increasing speed“Plastics!” said Jason to himself, then yelled at Benjamin, who was running
to the jeep, “Go back there! Get everyone out of here! The son of a bitch has the place ringed with
plastics! Head for the river!”
“I’m going with you!” shouted the young Soviet, grabbing the edge of the door
“Sorry, Junior,” cried Bourne, gunning the engine and swerving the army vehicle back into the
open gate, sending Benjamin sprawling onto the gravel“This is for chanel white bag grown-ups
“What are you doing?” screamed Benjamin, his voice fading as the jeep sped across the border
“The fuel truck, that lousy fuel truck!” whispered Jason as he raced into “Strasbourg, France
It happened in “Paris”—where else but Paris! The huge duplicate of the Eiffel Tower blew up
with such force that the earth shookRockets? Missiles? The Jackal had stolen missiles from the
Kubinka Armory! Seconds later, starting far behind him, the explosions began as the streets burst
into flamesAll “France” was being destroyed in a way that the madman Adolf Hitler
could only have envisaged in his most twisted dreamsPanicked men and women ran through the
alleyways and the streets, screaming, falling, praying to gods ladies rolex watches their leaders had forsworn
“England!” He had to get into “England” and then ultimately into “America,” where all his
instincts told him the end would come—one way or anotherHe had to find the truck that was
being driven by the Jackal and destroy bothHe could do it—he could do it! Carlos thought he was
dead and that was the key, for the Jackal would do what he had to do, what he, Jason Bourne,
would do if he were CarlosWhen the holocaust he had ignited was at its zenith, the Jackal would
abandon the truck and put into play his means of escape—his escape to Paris, the real Paris, where
his army of old men would spread the word of their monseigneur’s triumph over the ubiquitous,
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