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impediment, which I happen to knowAlso, he’s much shorter and less likely to be spotted
“The smaller ones always get the better assignmentsThey parade us up front and put us in
boxing rings with rules we don’t understand, but the small soldiers get the plumbies
“ ‘Plumbies’? The better jobs?”
“Yes, sir
“The most dangerous jobs?”
“Yes, mon!”
“Live with it, big fella
“What do we do now, sir?”
Bourne looked above at the wall and the soft wash of colored lights“It’s called the waiting
game—no love songs implied, only the hatred that comes from wanting to live when others want to
kill youThere’s nothing quite like it because you can’t do anythingAll you can do is think about
what the enemy may or may not be doing, and whether he’s thought of something you haven’t
consideredAs somebody once said, I’d rather be in Philadelphia
“Where, mon?”
“Nothing
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Suddenly, filling the air above in chilling horror, came a prolonged excruciating scream,
followed by words shrieked in pain“Non, non! Vous êtes monstrueux! Arrêtez, arrêtez, je vous
supplie!”
“Now!” cried Jason, slinging the strap of his Uzi over his shoulder as he leaped onto the wall,
gripping the edge, pulling himself up as the blood poured out of his neckHe could not get up! He
could not get over! Then strong hands pulled him and he fell over the top of the wall“The lights!”
he shouted“Shoot them out!”
The tall commando’s Uzi blazing, the lines of floodlights exploded in the ground on both sides
of the chapel’s pathAgain, strong black hands pulled him to his feet in the new darknessAnd then
a single shaft of yellow appeared, roving swiftly in all directions; it was a powerful halogen
flashlight in the commando’s left handThe figure of a blood-drenched old man in a tan gabardine
suit lay curled up in the path, his throat slit
“Stop! In the name of almighty God, stop where you are!” came Fontaine’s voice from inside
the chapel, the open half door revealing the flickering light of the electric candlesThey approached
the entrance, automatic weapons leveled, prepared for continuous fire but not prepared for what
they sawBourne closed his eyes, the sight was too painful