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assault troops spun back toward the doors, their hands on the thick brass knobsThe driver of the
van gunned his engine in place“It’s him! It’s Carlos!”
“No!” roared KrupkinIt’s our trap now, and he must be trapped—inside
“For Christ’s sake, there are people in there!” countered Jason
“All wars have casualties, MrBourne, and in case you don’t realize it, this is warYours is far more personal than mine, incidentally
Suddenly, there was an earsplitting scream of vengeance from the Jackal as the double doors
were crashed back and the terrorists rushed inside, their weapons on automatic fire
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“Now!” cried Sergei, the ignition started, the accelerator on the floorThe Citro?n swung out on
the road, rushing toward the van, but in a split half second its progress was derailedA massive
explosion took place on the rightThe old man and the nondescript gray car in which he sat was
blown apart, sending the Citro?n swerving to the left into the ancient post-and-rail fence that
bordered the sunken parking lot on the side of the innThe instant it happened the Jackal’s dark
brown van, instead of racing forward, lurched backward, jerking to a halt as the driver jumped out
of the cab, concealing himself behind it; he had spotted the Soviet backupAs the two Russians ran
toward the restaurant the Jackal’s driver killed one with a burst from his weaponThe other threw
himself into the bordering, sloping grass, watching helplessly as Carlos’s driver shot out the tires
and the windows of the Soviet vehicle
“Get out!” yelled Sergei, pulling Bourne from the seat onto the dirt by the fence, as his stunned
superior and Alex Conklin crawled out behind him
“Let’s go!” cried Jason, gripping the AK-47 and getting to his feet“That son of a bitch blew up
the car by remote
“I’ll go first!” said the Soviet
“Why?”
“Frankly, I’m younger and stronger—”
“Shut up!” Bourne raced ahead, zigzagging to draw fire, then plummeting to the ground when it
came from the driver of Carlos’s vanHe raised his weapon in the grass, knowing that the Jackal’s
man believed his fusillade had been accurate; the head appeared and then was no more as Jason
squeezed the trigger
The second Russian backup, hearing the death cry from behind the van, rose from the sloping
grass and continued toward the restaurant’s entranceFrom inside came the sound of erratic
gunfire, sudden bursts accompanied by screams of panic, followed by additional burstsA living
nightmare of terror and blood was taking place within the confines of a once bucolic country