The Bourne Identity: A Novel (Jason Bourne)

By Robert Ludlum

His reminiscence is a clean. His bullet-ridden physique used to be fished from the Mediterranean Sea. His face has been altered via cosmetic surgery. A body of microfilm has been surgically implanted in his hip. Even his identify is a secret. Marked for demise, he's racing for survival via a extraordinary global of murderous conspirators—led via Carlos, the world’s most deadly murderer. who's Jason Bourne? the reply could kill him.

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You heard him! the fellow donning glasses. Gold-rimmed glasses! ” “Yes, sir! ” The safeguard raced ahead. Jason edged previous the greeter to the glass doorways. He shoved the door at the correct open, glancing at the back of him, figuring out he needed to run back yet no longer realizing if a guy outdoors at the pavement, ready through a brown Peugeot, might realize him and fireplace a bullet into his head. The safeguard had run earlier a guy in a black raincoat, a guy strolling extra slowly than the panicked figures round him, a guy donning no glasses in any respect.

It doesn’t make any distinction what i believe. Or what i do know. i need to listen to what you're thinking that, what you recognize approximately Cain. ” “Your assault makes you impolite. ” “My impatience makes me impatient. you assert we selected the incorrect guy; if we did we had the inaccurate details. Les mercenaires du diable. Are you implying that Cain is French? ” “Not in any respect, you attempt me poorly. i discussed that simply to point how deeply we penetrated Medusa. ” “ ‘We’ being the folk who paintings for Carlos. ” “You may perhaps say that.

Many of the ultimate passengers have been silent, a couple of consuming their whiskey extra quickly than evidently was once general. Fewer nonetheless have been forcing laughter from tight throats, fake bravados that emphasised their lack of confidence instead of disguising it. A bad flight was once many stuff to many of us, yet none get away the basic suggestions of terror. whilst guy encased himself in a steel tube thirty thousand toes above the floor, he used to be susceptible. With one elongated, screaming dive he can be plummeting downward into the earth.

We will be able to sleep. He makes use of a slide projector, it’ll be darkish. Jason grew to become back and checked out the auburn-haired girl. She had accomplished her cable and was once thanking the clerk, elimination a couple of tinted, horn-rimmed glasses from her face, putting them into her handbag. She used to be no more than 8 ft away. Bertinelli is conversing, to little impact, I recommend. there has been no time for something yet instinctive judgements. Bourne shifted his suitcase to his left hand, walked speedily over to the lady on the marble counter, and touched her elbow, lightly, with as little alarm as attainable.

I presumed they got here from you. basically 3 copies. right here, on the company, and over on the Council. ” “They did come from me. ” The silent Monk smiled benignly. “Too rattling many civilians in my a part of city. ” The colonel became away to reply to a query posed by way of the congressman from Tennessee. David Abbott didn't pay attention; as a substitute his eyes sped quickly down the columns of names; he used to be alarmed. a host were crossed out, accounted for. responsibility used to be the only factor they can now not enable. Ever. the place was once it?

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