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i've been receiving some rather interesting "spam" emails lately from an anonymous drug company.
after the emails present their final arguments, they include very interesting excerpts from unknown sources. perhaps i could knit them all together somehow.
some of the excerpts:
"was the kind of sequence described by old Fontaine on Tranquility Isle.
Message received, message relayed. And at the end of that receiving line
was the Jackal.
It was all he wanted to see that evening; there were things to
consider, perhaps men to hire, as he had hired men in the past.
Expendable men who meant nothing to him, people who could be paid or"
"Monsieur, look! The waiter pointed at the table where the general
and his lady had sat.
The police have gone over it, said the disconsolate owner.
No, monsieur. Now!
Across the glass top of the table, the capital letters scrawled in
glistening red lipstick, was a name."
"walls were dotted with photographs of fashion notables attending
important showings and events, as well as with framed original sketches
by celebrated designers. Like a Mondrian, the furniture was stark in its
simplicity, the colors bold and predominantly red, black and deep green;
the chairs, sofas and tables only vaguely resembled chairs, sofas and
tables-they seemed more suitable for use in spacecraft."
"entrance. From inside came the sound of erratic gunfire, sudden bursts
accompanied by screams of panic, followed by additional bursts. A living
nightmare of terror and blood was taking place within the confines of a
once bucolic country inn. Bourne got to his feet, Sergei at his side;
running, they joined the other surviving Soviet aide. At Jasons nod,
the Russians pulled back the doors and as one they burst inside."
"flare by the kennels and the house. The figure darted for the protection
of the shrubbery; it crouched, an immobile but intrusive part of the
silhouetted foliage. Was it the killer or the killers target, the last
brother recruited by Cactus? .. There was one way to find out, and if
it was the former and he was a decent marksman, it was not the best
tactic, but still it was the quickest."
"Yes. Hell call me back and then come out here. Ill explain later.
I should tell you. He and our doctor are friends.
I know. Ivan told me. ... Alex, I want to get some things over to
you-Swaynes telephone book, his wallet, appointments schedule, stuff
like that. Ill wrap it all up and have one of Cactuss boys deliver the
package to your place, to the security gate. Put everything into your"
"be there, and by the time he finds that out, Ill have found him.
For Christs sake, how? half shouted St. Jacques.
Because Im better than he is, answered Jason Bourne. I always was.
The scenario went as planned, the personnel at Montserrats
Blackburne Airport still smoldering from the abuse hurled at them by the
tall hysterical American who accused them all of murder, of allowing his"
after the emails present their final arguments, they include very interesting excerpts from unknown sources. perhaps i could knit them all together somehow.
some of the excerpts:
"was the kind of sequence described by old Fontaine on Tranquility Isle.
Message received, message relayed. And at the end of that receiving line
was the Jackal.
It was all he wanted to see that evening; there were things to
consider, perhaps men to hire, as he had hired men in the past.
Expendable men who meant nothing to him, people who could be paid or"
"Monsieur, look! The waiter pointed at the table where the general
and his lady had sat.
The police have gone over it, said the disconsolate owner.
No, monsieur. Now!
Across the glass top of the table, the capital letters scrawled in
glistening red lipstick, was a name."
"walls were dotted with photographs of fashion notables attending
important showings and events, as well as with framed original sketches
by celebrated designers. Like a Mondrian, the furniture was stark in its
simplicity, the colors bold and predominantly red, black and deep green;
the chairs, sofas and tables only vaguely resembled chairs, sofas and
tables-they seemed more suitable for use in spacecraft."
"entrance. From inside came the sound of erratic gunfire, sudden bursts
accompanied by screams of panic, followed by additional bursts. A living
nightmare of terror and blood was taking place within the confines of a
once bucolic country inn. Bourne got to his feet, Sergei at his side;
running, they joined the other surviving Soviet aide. At Jasons nod,
the Russians pulled back the doors and as one they burst inside."
"flare by the kennels and the house. The figure darted for the protection
of the shrubbery; it crouched, an immobile but intrusive part of the
silhouetted foliage. Was it the killer or the killers target, the last
brother recruited by Cactus? .. There was one way to find out, and if
it was the former and he was a decent marksman, it was not the best
tactic, but still it was the quickest."
"Yes. Hell call me back and then come out here. Ill explain later.
I should tell you. He and our doctor are friends.
I know. Ivan told me. ... Alex, I want to get some things over to
you-Swaynes telephone book, his wallet, appointments schedule, stuff
like that. Ill wrap it all up and have one of Cactuss boys deliver the
package to your place, to the security gate. Put everything into your"
"be there, and by the time he finds that out, Ill have found him.
For Christs sake, how? half shouted St. Jacques.
Because Im better than he is, answered Jason Bourne. I always was.
The scenario went as planned, the personnel at Montserrats
Blackburne Airport still smoldering from the abuse hurled at them by the
tall hysterical American who accused them all of murder, of allowing his"