“We knew it would happen,” said Marie St“It was... “We knew it would happen,” said Marie St“It was merely a question of time
“It’s crazy!” David whispered so as not to’ wake the children“Everything’s buried, maximum
archive security and all the rest of that crap! How did anyone find Alex and Mo?”
“We don’t know, but Alex will start lookingThere’s no one better than Alex, you said that
yourself—”
“He’s marked now—he’s a dead man,” interrupted Webb grimly“They’ll kill him and come
after me after us, which is why you and the kids are heading south
“I’ll send them, darling
“There’s nothing to discuss Webb breathed deeply, steadily, imposing a strange control“I’ve
been there before,” he said quietly
Marie looked at her husband, his suddenly passive face outlined in the dim wash of the
dashboard lightsWhat she saw frightened her far more than the specter of the JackalShe was not
looking at David Webb the soft-spoken scholarShe was staring at a man they both thought had
disappeared from their lives forever
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Prologue
Darkness had descended on Manassas, Virginia, the countryside alive with nocturnal undercurrents,
as Bourne crept through the woods bordering the estate of General Norman SwayneStartled birds
fluttered out of their black recesses; crows awoke in the trees and cawed their alarms, and then, as
if calmed by a foraging co-conspirator, kept silent
Manassas! The key was here! The key that would unlock the subterranean door that led to
Carlos the Jackal, the assassin who wanted only to destroy David Webb and his familyWebb!
Get away from me, David!
cartier men's tank solo screamed Jason Bourne in the silence of his mindLet me be the killer
you cannot be!
With each scissoring cut into the thick, high wire fence, he understood the inevitable, confirmed
by his heavy breathing and the sweat that fell from his hairlineNo matter how hard he tried to keep
his body in reasonable shape, he was fifty years of age; he could not do with ease what he did
thirteen years ago in Paris when, under orders, he had stalked the JackalIt was something to think
about, not dwell uponThere were Marie and his children now—David’s wife, David’s children—
and there was nothing he could not do as long as he willed it! David Webb was disappearing from
his psyche, only the predator Jason Bourne would remain
He was through! He crawled inside and stood up, instinctively, rapidly checking his equipment
with the fingers of both handsWeapons: an automatic, as well as a CO2 dart pistol; Zeiss Ikon
binoculars; a scabbarded hunting knifeThey were all the predator needed, for he was now behind
the lines in enemy territory, the enemy that would lead him to CarlosThe bastard battalion from Vietnam, the unlogged, unsanctioned, unacknowledged
collection of killers and misfits who roamed the jungles of Southeast Asia directed by Command
Saigon, the original death squads who brought
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destroys put togetherJason Bourne had come out of Medusa with David Webb only a
memory—a scholar who had another wife, other children, all slaughtered
General Norman Swayne had been an elite member of Command Saigon, the sole supplier of the
old MedusaAnd now there was a new Medusa: different, massive, evil incarnate cloaked in
contemporary respectability, searching out and destroying whole segments of global economies, all
for the benefit of the few, all financed by the profits from a long-ago bastard battalion, unlogged,
unacknowledged—non-historyThis modern Medusa was the bridge to Carlos the JackalThe
assassin would find the principals irresistible as clients, and both camps would demand the death of
Jason BourneThat had to happen! And for it to happen, Bourne had to learn the secrets concealed
within the grounds belonging to General Swayne, head of all procurements for the Pentagon, a
panicked man with a small tattoo on his inner forearm
Without sound or warning, a black Doberman crashed through the dense foliage, its frenzy in
full forceJason whipped the CO2 pistol from its nylon holster as the salivating attack dog lunged
for his stomach, its teeth baredHe fired into its head; the dart took effect in
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