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zul292zxxn ([info]zul292zxxn) wrote,
@ 2010-01-25 00:48:00

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“Prego,” replied the manager, crossing back to...
“Prego,” replied the manager, crossing back to the door and exiting as quickly as he had arrived
“The anxious gods of Sicily may be smiling down on you after all,” said the count, reading
“This communication is from the man following your targetsThey are outside Paris and they are
alone, and for reasons I cannot possibly explain, there are no guardsThey have no protection
“Where?” cried DeFazio, leaping to his feet
Without answering, the diplomat calmly reached for his gold lighter, ignited it, and fired the
small piece of paper, lowering it into an ashtrayMario sprang up from his chair; the man from
Rome dropped the lighter on the table and swiftly retrieved the gun from his lap“First, let us
discuss the fee,” he said as the note coiled into flaming black ash“Our dons in Palermo are
definitely not as generous as chanel denim bag yoursPlease talk quickly, as every minute counts
“You motherfucking bastard!”
“My Oedipal problems are not your concernHow much, Signor DeFazio?”
“I’ll go the limit,” replied the capo supremo, lowering himself into the chair, staring at the
charred remnants of the information“Three hundred thousand, American
“That’s excremento,” said the countessSeconds become minutes and you cannot
afford them
“All right, all right! Double it!”
“Plus expenses,” added the woman
“What the fuck can they be?”
“Your cousin Mario is right,” said the diplomat“Please watch your language in front of my
wife
“Holy shit—”
“I warned you, signoreThe expenses are an additional quarter of a million, American
“What are you, nuts?”
“No, you’re vulgarThe total is one million one hundred fifty thousand dollars, to be paid as our
couriers in gucci tote bags New York so instruct youIf not, you will be missed in—what is it?—Brooklyn
Heights, Signor DeFazio?”
“Where are the targets?” said the beaten capo supremo, his defeat painful to him
“At a small private airfield in Pontcarré, about forty-five minutes from ParisThey’re waiting
for a plane that was grounded in Poitiers because of bad weatherIt can’t possibly arrive for at least
an hour and a quarter
“Did you bring the equipment we requested?” asked Mario rapidly
“It’s all there,” answered the countess, gesturing at the large black suitcase on a chair against the
wall
“A car, a fast car!” cried DeFazio as his executioner retrieved the suitcase
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
354
“Outside,” replied the count“The driver will know where to take youHe’s been to that fieldTonight we collect and you can settle a gucci g charm ladies stainless steel watch score!”
Except for a single clerk behind the counter in the small one-room terminal and an air controller
hired to stay the extra hours in the radio tower, the private airport in Pontcarré was desertedAlex
Conklin and Mo Panov stayed discreetly behind as Bourne led Marie outside to the gate area
fronting the field beyond a waist-high metal fenceTwo strips of receding amber ground lights
defined the long runway for the plane from Poitiers; they had been turned on only a short time ago
“It won’t be long now,” said Jason
“This whole damn thing’s stupid,” retorted Webb’s wife
“There’s no reason for you to stay and every reason for you to leaveFor you to be alone here in
Paris would be stupidIf Carlos’s people found you, you’d be taken hostage, so why
risk it?”
“Because I’m capable of staying out of sight and I don’t want to chanel 5 ladies handbag be ten thousand miles away
from youYou’ll forgive me if I worry about you, Mr
Jason looked at her in the shadows, grateful for the darkness; she could not clearly see his eyes
“Then be reasonable and use your head,” he said coldly, suddenly feeling so old, too old for such a
transparently false lack of feeling“We know Carlos is in Moscow and Krupkin isn’t far behind
himDimitri’s flying us there in the morning, and we’ll be under the protection of the KGB in the
tightest city in the worldWhat more could we want?”
“You were under the protection of the United States government on a short East Side block in
New York thirteen years ago and it didn’t do you much good
“There’s a great deal of differenceBack then the Jackal knew exactly where I was going and
when I’d be thereRight now he has no idea we even know he’s in gucci bag sale Mo


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