@@@@@The Jackal’s challenger, the man of
@@@@@The Jackal’s challenger, the man of many
appearances, the Chameleon—the killer known as Jason Bourne—was not given to fear, we are
told, only a great bravado that came from his strength
Jason smiled grimly, in contradiction“Then you were told a lie,” he said softly“A part of that
man lives with a kind of raw fear few people have ever experienced
“I find that hard to believe, monsieur—”
“BelieveWebb? It’s not difficult to piece things togetherDo you force yourself to assume
your other self because of this fear?”
David Webb stared at the old man“For God’s sake, what choice do I have?”
“You could disappear for a time, you and your familyYou could live peacefully, in complete
security, your government would see to it
“He’d come after me—after us—wherever we were
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“For how long? A year? Eighteen months? Certainly less than two yearsHe’s a sick man; all
Paris—my Paris—knows itConsidering the enormous expense and complexity of the current
situation—these events designed to trap you—I would suggest that it’s Carlos’s last attemptJoin your wife in Basse-Terre and then fly thousands of miles away while you canLet
him go back to Paris and die in frustrationIs it not enough?”
“NoHe’d come after me, after us! It’s got to be settled here, now
“I will soon join my woman, if such is to be, so I can disagree with certain people, men like you,
for instance, Monsieur le Caméléon, whom I would have automatically agreed with beforeI think you can go far awayI think you know that you can put the Jackal in a side pocket and
get on with your life, altered only slightly for a while, but you won’t do itSomething inside stops
you; you cannot permit yourself a strategic retreat, no less honorable for its avoidance of violence
Your family is safe but others may die, but even that doesn’t stop youYou have to win—”
“I think that’s enough psychobabble,” interrupted Bourne, bringing the binoculars again to his
eyes, concentrating on the scene below beyond the windows
“That’s it, isn’t it?” said the Frenchman, studying Le Caméléon, his binoculars still at his side
“They trained you too well, instilled in you too completely the person you had to become