@@@@@“How did he find us, find me?
@@@@@“How did he find us, find me? Everything,
everything, was under a black drapeMcAllister and I made sure of it!”
“I can think of several ways, but that’s a question we can postpone, we haven’t time for it now
We have to move now on what we know Carlos knows
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“What? Move how?”
“If Bourne was plucked from Medusa, it has to follow that our covert operations were working
with it—with themOtherwise, how could the Bourne switch be created? What the Jackal doesn’t
know or hasn’t put together yet is how far this government—especially certain people in this
government—will go to keep Medusa in its black holeAs you pointed out, some very important
men in the White House and the State Department could get burned, a lot of nasty labels branded
on the foreheads of global power brokers, I think you called them
“And suddenly we’ve got a few Waldheims of our own Conklin nodded, frowning and looking
down, his thoughts obviously racing
“Nuy Dap Ranh,” said Webb, barely above a whisperAt the sound of the Oriental words,
Alex’s eyes snapped back up at David“That’s the key, isn’t it?” continued Webb“Nuy Dap
Ranh—Snake Lady
“Just this morning,” replied Jason Bourne, his eyes cold“When Marie and the kids were
airborne, the plane disappeared into the mists over Boston harbor and suddenly I was thereIn
another plane, in another time, the words crackling out of a radio through the static‘Snake Lady,
Snake Lady, abortSnake Lady, do you read me? Abort!’ I responded by turning the damn thing
off and looked around at the men in the cabin, which seemed ready to break apart in the turbulence
I studied each man, wondering, I guess, whether this one or that one would come out alive, whether
I’d come out alive, and if we didn’t, how we would dieThen I saw two of the men rolling up
their sleeves, comparing those small ugly tattoos on their forearms, those lousy little emblems that
obsessed them—”
“Nuy Dap Ranh,” said Conklin flatly“A woman’s face with snakes for strands of hairYou refused to have one done on you—”
“I never considered it a mark of distinction,” interrupted Webb-Bourne, blinking“Somewhat
the reverse, in fact
“Initially it was meant for identification, not a standard or a banner of any distinction one way or
the otherAn intricate tattoo on the underside of the forearm, the design and the colors produced by
only one artist in SaigonNo one else could duplicat